Seeing that design stirred everything within me. How could anyone possess it when I created that car for her, on that night we vowed eternal love to each other, sad memories of our past, regrets of what could have been and never was. I always longed to be with her, always believed she wanted the same, but it was not so; she was only toying with my love.
Realizing her deception was more painful than anything else I could experience in life, including her demise, for it was truly horrific.
She swore she had nothing to do with that man, and yet, they died together in that house when it caught fire.
The pressure in my chest and the lump in my throat won't let me breathe; learning of her death was excruciating.
Now, who could be behind all this? Who could possess the design? It's not her son; he perished in the fire, too.
"Father, may I enter?" It's Cameron; I'm in my home office.
"Come in, son." He seated himself in the chair across from mine. "Just getting home?"
"Yes, Dad, I need to talk about something important," he sighed, but his expression was different.
"Tell me, son. You know you can count on me for anything."
"Dad, I'm in love with Jackeline." His admission didn't surprise me; I had sensed something between them. But...
"Are you sure, son?"
"I am, Dad. Let me know if you're going to object too, or else I'm leaving this house straight away." He was very determined.
"Calm down, Cameron. I'm not saying any such thing. I'm just warning you that it won't be easy, with your mother and sister."
"I know," he slumped back into the couch, "But it's my life, and I'll distance myself from everyone if I have to be with her."
"That's what I mean, son. Are you sure? When you decide to make such a drastic decision, it should be because you're confident about what both parties feel."
"Dad, that woman loves me, and I love her. Nothing will separate us." He was confident; I hoped he would never have to go through the heartache I had endured.
"Alright, son. You have my support, and your grandmother will be delighted about your relationship," I said, noting his puzzled look. "Your grandmother told me long ago that you would end up in love with Jackeline. It seems she was right." He smiled, and seeing him happy filled me with joy.
"Nonetheless, I am moving out tomorrow. Since my girlfriend is unwelcome in this house, so am I. I love you and grandma, but I disagree with mom and my sister."
"Alright, son, you're a man now and you make your own decisions. If it makes you happy, don't stop fighting." We hugged each other.
"Are you not going to sleep, Dad?" He asked. I shook my head. "When will you tell me what's been troubling you? Since you saw that design, your melancholy has deepened."
"It's nothing, Cameron. Go to sleep." I continued dwelling on my memories.
"I love you, Bruce. You're the perfect man, and I swear I will never love anyone as I love you."
"Cynthia, I love you even more. I wish for us to start a large family, lots of children who are just like you."
I don’t know why I'm so obsessed with her. Sometimes, Cameron reminds me of Cynthia. I think I lost my sanity the day she died, overwhelmed by grief.
I entered the bedroom, baffled as to why I still sleep in the same bed we shared. Occasionally, I yearn for her to be near, other times, I want to change rooms. Many nights, I've made love imagining it's her; but upon opening my eyes, the disappointment hits anew.
Slipping into bed, she immediately turns toward me, grasping firmly, then slowly stirring me awake; she knows it's the only way she can rouse me.
She climbs onto me after lifting her nightgown because that's all she does. Often, she reaches climax and dismounts before I finish, which doesn't bother me, truth be told. But I can't comprehend why I keep letting this happen.
There's no kissing, no physical contact other than that act.
...
Jenna Taylor.
I was having such a divine dream, held in Danilo's embrace, who always satisfied me as I demanded. Feeling Bruce enter the bed awakens me; I'm so aroused by the dream that I seek to harden him for my own gratification.
Bruce doesn't disgust me; he never has. In fact, we've had wonderful moments as if we were two desiring lovers. But I think he’s never gotten over the fact that I was his beloved idiot's best friend. I take my pleasure from him, aware that he won’t reciprocate this time. I let him reach completion as well, knowing he has his affairs, as do I. I'm young, attractive, and crave the desire of men, enjoying it when they catcall me in the streets, when younger men lust after me.
Come morning, I feel like a queen who always achieves her desires. Even though Bruce doesn’t want me, I can have him whenever I please.
"Good morning, Mrs. Jenna," says Elle.
"Tell me, Elle, you still haven't managed to get into Cameron's bed? Good heavens, what kind of woman are you if you can't make a man take you to his bed?"
"It's not just any man, it's Cameron. It was hard even when we were involved, now that he's with her, it'll be even tougher," she huffs.
"Nothing in life is too difficult, dear. You just need to think, to strategize. Approach Mariano Di Vaio; I'm sure he could be a strong ally. He may seem average but he's powerful and smitten with that girl."
"Alright, I'll look for him. I need to separate them. I can't stand the thought of the press criticizing me for being dumped by Cameron for a black servant."
"That's the spirit, Elle. You snatch Cameron even if it means removing Jackeline from the picture."
"What?? Are you crazy? I'm not going to kill anyone!" she exclaims in fear.
"That's not what I mean," I think to myself. I can't rely on this fool for my plans. When it comes to suggesting we kill Cameron, she’ll never agree. "Simply use any means necessary to drive them apart, Elle. Anything at all. Even if it means using that pretty but empty head of yours."
"But Cameron won't let me close," she complains.
"Oh, for heaven's sake, I wouldn't either. Look at you; you lack spark, you lack malice. That’s why my son treated you like trash," I press my fingers into her cheek. "Go to his office, undress in front of him, whatever it takes to get him to sleep with you and then claim you’re pregnant," I shove her aside. "Now get out."
She leaves, her cheeks flushed with rage from my remarks. I might have scratched her pretty face with my nails, but what does it matter to me? Let her look in the mirror and reflect on what she has to do.
"What's wrong, dear?" My daughter Mia approaches, fuming. She's so much like me.
"It's just... we're casting for an underwear ad, and they've brought in a model. Guess what?" She pouts, her cheeks puffing out like a hamster hoarding food.
"What, darling?" I roll my eyes.
"He's black," she whispers, almost thankfully.
"Quit the commercial, honey. It's embarrassing to be seen on TV with a black man. Disgusting."
"I can't, Mom. It's a well-known brand. Think how famous I'll be when I’m in the ad."
"Well, try to talk to the producer about changing the model."
"I’ve tried everything, Mom. Everything."
"Fine, darling. If nothing else, it's good to go ahead with it. At least it will show that our color is superior." She grins maliciously.
She too departs, and I’m left to strategize how to rid us of that detestable woman. She will never be part of my family. I will never allow it.
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