Faceless-Chapter 2 - Sex Stories

Faceless-Chapter 2

... But—” “No but’s,” I adamantly stated. “If it’s not meant for me to be a mother, then so be it.” “You’re a valuable person, baby. You’d be doing the world a huge favor by giving birth to a child wonder. You have that motherly instinct, Maya, not to mention fantastic genes.” “You keep saying that like your dream is an omen that I’m going to leave you.” “I’m scared to death that you will.” I closed my eyes, remembering our conversation on New Year’s Eve last year. Who he was then was so different than who he was now. It was a night and day difference. ***** New Year’s Eve-10PM Those dark brown eyes had been following me around the room all throughout the evening. Skylar made it impossible for me to interact with her handsome friend, but I could feel his energy. It was almost as if he had changed the atmosphere of the party as soon as he’d entered. He noticed my secret smiles, I caught his secret glances, and the sexual tension just kept on accumulating as time passed. There were plenty of people talking to me, but it was so difficult to stay present in the conversations when my mind was somewhere else. I was feeling overwhelmed by the rushed interaction. Part of me just wanted to leave, head home, curl up on my comfy couch in my PJ’s with a glass of wine, and watch the New Year’s Eve broadcast live from Times Square. But that wasn’t going to happen. Skylar had made me sit next to her on a white sofa while she chatted with some other women who were unfamiliar to me. I kept ...

... sipping on my wine, smiling and nodding every so often, saying things like “Oh, really? That’s wonderful! No, I didn’t know! Shut up, when did that happen?” I was playing my part, pretending to be so invested in the conversation, when that song started to play. No… Not now, not here… no, no, no… Tears began to quickly flood my eyes as I blinked them back and stood up. Every melody, every beat was causing a filmstrip of memories to project in my mind. The music took me directly back to that resort in Belize. I didn’t want to remember. I didn’t want to feel everything that I felt that night. I had to leave. Skylar was too sucked into socializing to even notice that I was walking away, heading straight toward the front door with my jacket in hand. This song, I just couldn’t listen to it. It triggered too much pain inside. How can you see… ***** The cold December wind blew through my hair as I stepped out on the roof of the building. My ears had finally found some sanctuary. Now all I could hear was the cheering crowds in the distance, musical performances by mainstream artists singing from Times Square. Snowflakes began to fall from the sky, melting as they landed on my face and hair. I was safe up here. This place was so far away from that tropical paradise. I didn’t have to remember it. Repress the memories, Maya. Repress them until they no longer exist. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. A bass drum started pounding in the distance as a song I recognized began to echo in my ...