by Fifi Flowers
“I’m thinking about what a perfect evening this has been so far and how it would be really fabulous if we stopped off at Mike’s for gelato, and pastry for the morning.” He took my hand, kissed it and looked me straight in the eyes before pulling me out of the restaurant. “Whatever you want, Sofie… you can have whatever you want… just name it.”
I wanted to scream, “I want you! Only you! Every day. You!” Instead, I laughed and let him treat me to yummy dessert. The next morning, I remained strong and said goodbye to him at the airport.
As the plane taxied down the runway, the tears sprang free and never stopped falling until we touched down in Los Angeles. I didn’t mean for it to happen. I was always good at treating travel relationships casually. But never had I been so in tuned. So involved. So enthralled. So connected. So awakened. So in love. Yes… maybe I did love him. A pain in my chest had increased daily, knowing I was leaving soon. We were successful, career-oriented people, living opposite sides of the country. We could never last. Yet, I still questioned myself. Why did I let him in? I loved being with him. He was interesting. Smart. Funny. Oh… how I would miss everything about him…
His smell.
His touch.
His voice.
His taste.
His look… those lavender eyes.
Chapter Nine
Drake…
She’s gone. I let her go. The only woman I have ever loved. I let her go.
I drove her to the airport. It was surreal. I was functioning completely on autopilot. I hugged her. I kissed her goodbye. I wished her all the best. My last words were “let’s keep in touch” and “text me when you get home.” I treated her like a friend… a relative… a stranger… What the fuck was wrong with me? I should’ve told her I loved her… I should’ve told her we could make this work, but I couldn’t. I just couldn’t…
Returning home, walking through the front door, the emptiness struck me. The blow to my chest was swift, real, and oh so painful. I loved having her in my home… our home… our bed… I could no longer think of my townhouse as mine; it was ours. At least I wanted it to be ours. Her presence seemed to linger everywhere. I could see her in every room of this big, lonely miserable house. The house loved her in it. I loved her in it. I loved her. I loved her the moment I saw her at the Frog Pond. Why had I wasted so much time? I should’ve approached her or, at the very least, I should’ve moved her in the very next day after I carried her home in my arms from the park. The park that now taunted me.
Being without Sofie, I stopped walking through The Commons on my way home from work. My chest ached every time I strolled by the watering hole. I knew she wouldn’t be there and I couldn’t bear to see her usual bench empty. The first day I saw her had been a shitty day at the office. Things weren’t moving smoothly on our Hong Kong project and I was trying to avoid a trip. I really needed to hear some laughter, so I made my way to the Frog Pond. Finding an empty bench, I took off my jacket and rolled up my sleeves and sat down to watch kids splashing and playing in the shallow water. The sights and sounds brought back wonderful memories of my youth. I was so happy I had stopped by and then I got more bad news; I was definitely going to have to fly out of the country. When I finally got off the phone, I didn’t think even the pond could sooth me, but then my life changed forever. A vision of loveliness captured me; a honey-blonde haired woman with long, slender, tanned legs and a slim, curvy body. She was absolutely fucking breathtaking… gorgeous… and looking my way.
Now, I was sitting alone in my office that held scrumptious memories of our lunches together, looking at a photo of us. The one and only photo I had of my beautiful Sofie. I had two copies printed and framed. One sat in my office and the other one, next to our bed. Why didn’t we snap more photos together? All I had was us in Cape Cod with our sandcastle. Thankfully, I had texted the photo, after I snapped it, to my phone or I wouldn’t even have that.
Rubbing my thumb over Sofie’s lovely face, there was a knock on my door and then my father appeared. “Damn! You look like shit!” were the first words that escaped his mouth.
“Thanks. Nice to see you, too.” I replaced the photo on my desktop then turned my attention to my father as he pulled up a chair and sat. “What brings you here?”
“I was dropping off a catalog to a couple firms. Big auction coming up. Thought I’d pop in and see my only child. Haven’t seen much of you lately. What the hell have you done to yourself? What’s her name?”
There was no reason to deny or sugarcoat why I looked like I hadn’t eaten… hadn’t slept because I hadn’t been able to do much of either. I also knew my father would drag it out of me, so I came clean and uttered the word that had contributed to the new look I was sporting, “Sofie.”
“I see,” said my father as he reached for the frame I had just placed on the corner of my desk. “She’s quite beautiful.” I sighed as he replaced the photo to its place. “Spill it.” That is exactly what I did. I gave my father the PG-version of our brief, but intense and now painful, encounter. As always, my father had the solution. “Meet me Saturday morning at the diner and then you and I will do some rowing on the Charles. Clear your head. Get you thinking straight again, son.” Then he stood, straightened his custom tailored suit jacket and tie before striding out of my office, leaving me with thoughts of the river and Fourth of July fireworks with my Sofie.
Equipped with our picnic basket filled with fried chicken, homemade potato salad, and a variety of fruit Sofie had me cut up for Sangria and snacking, we made our way to my father’s yacht club. There, he housed his 60-foot yacht and my Chris-Craft Corsair 36, a thirtieth birthday gift from my father. She was a beauty; a navy blue hull with a red stripe, cream deck from bow to stern with teakwood inlaid slants and a skylight on the forward deck that lit the galley and salon below. While my luxury, closed-deck cruiser was a beaut, she was no comparison to the woman in a leopard string bikini who sunned herself on the cream and tan upholstered seating.
Cruising along the Charles River all afternoon, watching her incredible body, had me hard as a rock. As soon as the sun went down, while we waited for the fireworks to start, I reached out and untied my beautiful package, watching scraps of material hit the deck. I continued my gaze as she grabbed a red, white, and blue decorative pillow, tossing it on the deck between my open thighs. I quickly discarded my shorts and that gorgeous woman, with just the right amount of teeth, tongue, and lips, sucked my cock. I gathered her sun-golden hair in my hand, pulled it to the side, and watched as two pale-green eyes glanced up at me. She was so fucking sexy with my erection slipping in and out of her lush mouth. It didn’t take long for me to totally lose full control and explode. I loved how she drank it all in and licked any lingering drop. Fuck! She was so hot!
Sliding her to the floor of the deck we made out like teenagers on cushions until shooting flames lit the night sky. Sitting up, I pulled Sofie onto my lap and impaled her with my cock; I had never watched fireworks buried in such a glorious pussy that held me so perfectly. We never left the river that night. As soon as we docked, we christened the inside of the salon until the sun was starting to come up. I couldn’t get enough of her. We couldn’t get enough of each other; as soon as we would finish we were ready for another adventure. Exhausted, we finally fell asleep and never emerged from the cabin until late afternoon. The happy memories of that day made my chest burn and ache, knowing I would be tortured this weekend while rowing with my father on the same fucking river.
Not only would the memories kill me, but first, I was to get an earful from Sherry since my father insisted on breakfast to start fattening me up.
“Lavender Britches, eat up,” she said as she sat a plate of eggs Benedict before me. I hadn’t been into the diner since Sofie left. “What are you doing, dahling? Why are you torturing yourself? That girl loves you. Why don’t you go after her?”
“I can’t, Sherry. Not that simple. She has a dream. She deserves to be happy and fulfill her every desire.�
�� I hung my head and finished my breakfast. Walking out, Sherry gave me a big hug and kiss on the cheek, assuring me that she envisioned Sofie and I would get back together. She said we were destined for each other. I hoped, somehow, she was right and I hoped that rowing would somehow clear my head as my father said it would.
However, crewing with my father wasn’t any easier. He couldn’t leave well enough alone. He grilled me until I gave him the complete lowdown. How I took her to the Cape and moved her into the townhouse. I shocked my father.
“Wow. This is serious. I’ve never known you to let any woman into your personal space.”
He was right. He had never known me to have a real relationship with a woman; even a short one, like with Sofie. Because before her, there had never been anyone I wanted permanently. I had never had a woman stay in my home nor ever taken one to the beach house. I had never spoken of a particular woman and of course never brought one to meet him… sadly, not even Sofie.
Oh my beautiful, beautiful Sofie. “I’ve never loved a woman before.”
“Well, you may never find another one like her again. I know you’re being noble but, son, there has to be a solution. I’ve never seen you look and act so down. Then again I’ve never seen you give up and not go after what you want. What can you do?”
“Nothing…”
“I don’t know, Drake. I think the old saying always rings true…” I look intently at him as he paused. “If there’s a will, there’s a way.” I hoped he was right. I needed to put my thinking cap on.
Back at work Monday morning, I was happy that I had projects to work on to fill the void in my daily life. I was also a little brighter after chatting with my father and being in touch with Sofie on Sunday afternoon via a few phone calls then a text this morning as I walked to work. It was not the kind of communication I longed for… I desired, but it was better than nothing. We made no promises… no plans but talked about maybes. Actually, lots of them: Maybe I’ll get a break and be able to see you. Maybe I can fly out. Maybe we can meet halfway. Too many maybes.
I wanted her to be successful and, above all, happy. She was going to be in L.A. mainly, getting all her ducks in a row she said, laughing, and remarked how she missed the ducklings in the park. She was going to be working hard to secure the production designer position for David Maxsam’s film. Her assistants were collecting resumes; she would be reviewing and gathering her team. I thought I heard a smile in her voice and though it was killing me, I was so proud of her for striving to capture her dream.
I told her that I was finishing a building in Boston. I had a couple trips I needed to make to Hong Kong. We talked about dates that I could make a stopover so we could meet up: one, she would be off on a location scout with the director and cinematographer. The other time, she was going to be in New York for her friend’s Broadway opening. She had hoped I could meet her in NYC or maybe she could pop up to Boston to see me. No, it didn’t appear that things would work out for us and I would remain on the other side of the world longing to be between her legs. It appeared that our relationship would remain a hot summer encounter to remember—nothing more. Or was there a solution, as my father claimed? What could I do? It would have to be me. Could I sacrifice for her?
Yes… Yes, I could… I meant what I said, “I would do whatever she wanted…”
End of Awakening to You, Part 1
Awakening to You, Part 2
Coming September 2014…
Drake and Sofie’s story continues in
“Awakening to You… in LA”
Awakening to You Trilogy Playlist…
Please Come To Me Boston – Dave Loggins
Who’d Have Known – Lily Allen
Let Her Go – Passenger
Stay With Me – Sam Smith
Just Like Heaven – Katie Melua
Boston – Augustana
Falling In – Lifehouse
Not Over – Daughtry
Come Home – One Republic
All I need – Christina Aguilera
Home – Phillip Phillips
Other Books by Fifi Flowers
A Window to Love, (Book 1, Windows Series)
Reclining Nude in Chicago, (Book 1, Encounters Series)
A Window to Love, (Book 1, Windows Series)
Melissa Bennette, a young beautiful woman who has tragically lost her parents in a devastating plane crash, is set to spend another Christmas holiday alone until one night as she gazes into the dressed up holiday windows of New York City and her path crosses with the gorgeous man of her dreams.
Evan Duke is the world’s top male model, dreamed about and wanted by women everywhere, but he only has eyes for her.
This erotic tale of twists, turns and surprises stretches from twinkling lights of New York to the sun drenched beaches of Santa Monica to the art world of Paris. With each destination, the layers of their lives and closely held secrets fall away as a beautiful love grows out of the weeds of self-doubt and heartbreak.
This book contains sexually explicit material and is intended for adult readers only.
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Reclining Nude in Chicago, (Book 1, Encounter Series)
What Happens when freelance art writer Julia Van Rothfelder is mistaken for an artist’s life model and finds herself reclining nude in Chicago?
“Reclining Nude in Chicago” is book one of a new Encounters series by Fifi Flowers… Several standalone novellas featuring business women who travel and enjoy interesting encounters.
This book contains sexually explicit material and is intended for adult readers only.
Reclining Nude in Chicago, (Book 1, Encounter Series)
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While daydreaming of her time spent sipping cafe crème in the cafes of Paris, Fifi Flowers, an internationally known artist turn author from the Los Angeles area of California, writes romance novels and paints fantasies with a Parisian flair.
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