Page 13 of Tarek

Here I keep all the things that prevent me from becoming a man like in the Jane Austen books. Blindly stumbling to love, marriage and messy obligations

I open the drawer quickly, pulling out the light blue box with a white bow along with a single pill from an antique pill box. The need for me to hurry is pushed on by the sniffling I hear behind my back. Fuck the cotton mouth that BX3 leaves behind is annoying. I feel the need to down a gallon of water.

“Is it really that time already, Tarek?” the voice squeaks behind me. My eyes roll back in my head trying to find the patience that I normally have for these events. I haven’t even had my coffee yet. Taking the glass of water at the side of the bed, I hand it to Veronica.

“Tarek.” She lifts her eyes and pleads. I have grown tired with all of her antics of late.

Placing the morning after in her hand, I kiss her wrist and let it go. Reluctantly she places the pill on her tongue then drinks the water. Relief swarms my body. I never want to be tied to anyone, especially by a child.

She bends her head in grief; her shoulders shake. Fuck me!She is going to cry. It’s so unnecessary right now.

Inhaling, I kneel in front of Veronica. “Shh. Shh Bella,” I push her dark hair away from her face. Her light blue eyes instantly meet mine, and tears run down to the side of her cheeks.

“I thought we were doing so well together. I love you. I thought last night was-” her lips trembles giving me warning of more tears to come.

Please don’t say magical, it’s a pet peeve of mine. It’s a fuck, and it’s a dick, there is nothing that magical about it. However, it does get hard and makes women happy so maybe it is…

“Magical. Last night was magical, Tarek.” She sniffles, snot is drifting slowly out of her nose. Yup, I have to wrap this shit up now.

I gently place the box into her hand. “Open it, Bella.”

She moves her hair out of her face and wipes her dripping nose. Slowly she pulls at the white bow. Over her head on the wall my clock reads 7:17 a.m. I really need to hurry this along.

Finally, she unravels the bow and places her trembling hand on the top of the box, and she pauses with a sigh.

My brain is shouting for me to speed this up. I place my hand on top of hers.

She gasps and her gaze reaches mine. Gently I squeeze the top of her hand. “Let’s do this together.”

I nod, knowing that my motion is going to be mirrored by hers.

Quickly I open the box, and her fingers touch the 18k emerald baguette pendant necklace.

Wiping her eyes, her fingers gently touch the emerald. “It’s absolutely beautiful. I have heard of the necklace but to see it…and to know what it means.”

Her fingers shake, more tears coming. “Its beauty can’t compare to you. Let me put it around your neck Bella,”

Taking the necklace from the box, with nimble fingers I clasp the jewelry around her neck.

Veronica sighs as she pulls her hair over the necklace. Sitting to the side of her on the edge of my bed I hold her hand in mine.

Now it’s time for the closing. This is the part where it feels I have to stick the landing after doing the flips on a parallel bar.

“Veronica, you are a special, woman. As we said before starting this relationship I need to….” I wait for her to say the word. I really want to scream hurry the fuck up Veronica, but this is a delicate matter that needs time to be executed right.

“Heal. But, Tarek, baby.” She tried to pull her hand from mine.

“We both know this wasn’t forever, and the time has come, Bella.” She bends her head to hide her tears. I press a hard kiss to her forehead. She needs to think this is as hard for me as it is for her. Glancing over to the clock, making sure it’s not 8:00 a.m.

“You are perfect for me, Tarek. I have been nothing but faithful to you.” She shakes her head and sniffles.

I have nothing left to say. Pulling her to a standing position I bring her into my arms and hug her tightly. “No, Veronica, I am nothing but manipulative and imperfect with a hint of narcissism. You know you can do better.”

She pulls back her head and nods. I take her hand in mind as I slowly begin to gather her bag and jacket.

“This was a beautiful experience,” she mutters as she slides her foot into her black, red bottom shoes. I hold in my groan as we begin to descend the stairs. We need to hurry the fuck up.

Walter my butler opens the front door where I can see a black car waiting for Veronica, right on time.

---