Page 64 of Imperfections Forbidden
Underneath is a picture of him holding up a pair of hot pink sweat pants, bedazzled with the words “BABY GIIIIRL” emblazoned across the ass in big, bold letters.I can’t stop myself from smiling ear to ear.It’s all I can do to stop myself from laughing out loud.I send him a text.
Cat:Did you really?
Nick: I did, I couldn’t help myself.
Cat: This is one surprise that put a smile on my face.:-)
Nick: I knew it would put a smile on your face.;-)
Cat:It did.Thank you, but I will not be wearing those.Ever!
Nick:That’s a shame, but I do understand.Baby girl.
On the way home in the cab I pull my phone out.I look at the picture of Nick holding the pants.He’s wearing a white tee, sitting next to our Christmas tree, a big grin on his face.I sit back and run my finger over his face on the screen.I miss him.It seems like forever since I’ve seen him.I miss his touch, especially in the middle of the night when I roll over in my bed and I’m all alone in the darkness.Only the memories of us making love, of him touching every inch of me, moving inside of me till I scream his name.
I sit back and close my eyes and try not to feel him or see him.I can’t keep doing this to myself.I have to find a way to stop these feelings inside me.To let him go.
Cat
Here I sit in ataxi, outside one of the grandest hotels in the city, on Christmas night.I don’t know why I feel so nervous.It’s not like I’ve never been to one of these before.They’re all in there already, I’m late.I didn’t think there would be this much traffic on Christmas night.I pull out my phone and look at the mirror app I downloaded for just this occasion, checking my makeup one last time.My purse is tiny; all I could fit in it was my phone, keys, money, ID, and gum.I couldn’t fit a mirror, so I downloaded this app.It’s amazing what you can do with a phone.
I followed Ava’s instructions on exactly how to do my hair and makeup.I was so nervous I had to call her to make sure I was doing it right—thank God for FaceTime.She coached me through doing a subtle smoky-eyed seductress look with my makeup.The first time I did it, she told me I looked like a weird hybrid raccoon.She helped me do my entire makeup over.When I was finished, I had these amazing gold to black smoky eyes; even I was impressed at how great I looked.When my dress was on, it all came together with my hair, a top knot it took me forty-five minutes to do.This is why Ava is always late.
My hair is good, so is my makeup, and my dress looks good.I need to walk through those doors with the confidence and poise this dress and all this other stuff I did to myself should give me.You know what they say, fake it till you make it.I don’t think that applies in this situation, but whatever works.Here I go.I step out of the cab and feel the cold blast of air on my face and legs.It definitely feels like December.I push my hands in my coat pocket, walk over to the doors and look up.I see tiny, white spots floating down.Looks like I’m going to get my white Christmas.I’ll be getting one out of the two things I wanted today.Happy birthday to me.I smile to myself and open the door.
I hand my coat to the gentleman inside, taking the stub he hands me.I look down at myself again to make sure everything is in place.I hold my head up high and walk inside an elegant ballroom with a Christmas tree in every corner.Gold-and-red material is draped across the ceiling with twinkling chandeliers.I look around the room to see if I see anyone I know.At the far end of the room I see my parents, and there he is, tailor-made to perfection from head to toe.No man should look this good.It’s dangerous.
Nick
She is the most beautifulwoman in the room.A golden ethereal goddess.She looks untouchable.To everyone except me.Every inch and curve of her body is molded in glittering gold.She makes her way toward me, and I can’t stop staring.What am I going to do about her?There is no way I can stay away.Everything about her draws me to her.We’re like two opposite ends of a magnet; when we’re apart, nothing.But once we’re near each other, the magnetic pull is unstoppable.
I stand back and watch her say hello to people she knows.I watch her with her family.They truly are an attractive family.Somehow she stands out like a shining star, and it’s not the dress—it’s all her, from her hair, her eyes, and most of all, the smile that I will never get tired of seeing.Her smile brightens my day.It makes me want to be the best man I can be, for her.
I take a flute from a server passing by with a tray.Taking a drink, I watch her from the rim of my glass.Images of me between her legs in that dress play in my mind.I want her, and I’m going to have her, whatever it takes.
Cat
I say hello to mymother, father, and Kate standing next to Nick.Who would think they are a real couple?Their body language is totally at odds.She’s partly facing him, and he’s looking straight ahead like she’s not even there.I might as well not be here either, though—he barely acknowledged me when I said hello.I better be satisfied with my Christmas snow.
“Baby girl, you are stunning.”
“Thank you, Daddy.”
“You look like a present on Christmas morning; did we forget to open you up?”
He hugs me to his chest, and I laugh.“With Tasmanian Sasha, I don’t think so.”I see Nick smirking over the rim of his champagne glass from the corner of my eyes.
“Nick, is it my imagination?Practically all the men in here are looking at my baby girl with the exception of me and you.”
He puts his glass down, one hand in his pocket.I watch his tongue move across his top lip.I have to avert my eyes from the things I see and feel him doing to me with that one action… I need a drink.Where are those damn trays when you need them?
“No, sir, it’s not your imagination.”
I see a tray passing by and quickly take a glass before it floats away.Taking a drink to calm my nerves and the butterflies in my stomach, I face my dad.
“Daddy, no one’s looking at me.”
“I beg to differ; I can point out at least five men whose heads have not turned away since you came over here.”
