Too Close For Comfort
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July 1
Paris in the summertime. Few places rival it, though Florence at sunset can hold its own. I’ve got less than 24 hours in The City of Lights and I’ve spent my time wisely: drinking champagne at the top of the Eiffel Tower, rolling a Sauvignon Blanc around my tongue as I pursue sculptures and models of King Louis the VII’s rooms at the Musee du Louvre, quietly wandering through the Notre Dame Cathedral before settling in a small cafe to sample white Bordeaux.
By three, I am well and truly hammered. Walking along one of the Pont de l’Archevêché Bridges and running my hands over the numerous sun-warmed love locks, I try my best not to fall into the river. It isn’t like Leo is here to catch me.
Which is another reason I’m blatantly day-drinking. The ‘Helmi-Rai super fun day’ was put on hold by Antonia at nine this morning, only a few hours after Leo and I got into Paris. She asked to meet me. The conversation quickly turned ugly when Leo said he never met any of her boyfriends but trusted her to keep their daughter safe. I’d lost the rest of the conversation when he banged into the bathroom and started spewing Spanish.
Unable to sleep, I’d texted Ji-hoon. Stupid decision in hindsight, because the last thing Leo wanted to see when he exited the bathroom was a stupid grin on my face over a text my penpal sent. That resulted in him yelling at me, me yelling back. Eventually I threw a pillow at him, which sailed right passed his hand and into the bathroom. The absurdity of that move made us both laugh, anger forgotten as he tried to understand how I missed with a pillow that was almost as big as him. Leo’d tackled me to the bed, tickling me. Tickles turned to kisses and kisses to heavy petting before his phone had rung again and he’d left, walking funny with an obvious erection that even his waistband couldn’t hide.
I’d laid in bed for a while after, lazing around. But Paris called to me from beyond the velvet-draped windows. After a quick shower, and a text letting Leo know I’d be going out but would be back at the hotel around four, I left. It was easy enough finding a driver and hitting the most famous sites in quick succession.
The city sprung to life around me, vibrating intensely, six-ish drinks later I vibrate with it, feeling very good.
I trip on gravel as the bridge gives way to road and the world spins. Maybe too much wine and not enough food. I spot a small bistro with outdoor seating and walk over, using my third grade French to get a table. A waiter comes, rail thin with jet black hair and the smoothest face I’ve ever seen. ‘Hello,’ he begins in heavily accented English, ‘Which is it you are wanting to drink?’
‘Water. Bottled water.’
‘Oui,’ he says without a hint of emotion. ‘And are you having questions on the menu?’
It takes a moment for me to understand what he means. ‘Um…’ I look at the menu: it’s in both English and French. ‘No, I understand. Do you have Wi-Fi?’
‘Internet is it you mean?’
‘Yes.’
‘Oui. I will produce for you the code and the bottle of water.’
A few moments later he’s pouring a very fancy bottle of water that I’m sure costs just as much as a glass of wine for me and reciting the Wi-Fi passcode. His accent is so thick, he has to repeat it twice before I understand and the code works.
‘And for the food, what would you like?’
‘The steak medallions. But can I get salad instead of potatoes?’
He nods and leaves with a twist of his heel. My phone chooses that moment to beep and vibrate, the incoming messages causing it to shake for almost thirty seconds before stopping. I take a long sip of water, waiting for anymore notifications to come in. They don’t and I pick it up.
Mama: You’re in Paris? How is the city of love and light? 9:21AM
Mama: And don’t bring back a permanent souvenir, Rai. And I’m not talking about Mr. Backpacker. 9:21AM
Mama: It’s a baby. Don’t get pregnant. Love you! Enjoy Paris, but not too much. 9:22AM
I shoot my mom a quick text before moving onto the rest of the messages.
Rai: Enjoy my accounts while you can. First day back I’m changing all my pws and switching banks!!! 3:47PM
Rai: Paris is beautfil. Drinking wine like water :p Don’t tell baba. And hell no mama I’m not pregnant and don’t plan to get pregnant. 3:48PM
Rai: luv you too crazy ???? 3:48PM
I catch Em’s texts next, the updates worrying me more.
Rai: If she’s not answering your texts its a problem. Think it’s time to call her fam? How many bottles did you find in the room again? 3:55PM
I don’t expect her to text back as I move onto Ji-hoon, but a notification springs up, phone vibrating in my hand.
Em: Might be. Around 8. Hard stuff 3:57PM
The second text pops up as I’m responding to her. But it’s not what I expect at all. Sitting on a giant army green tracker with the sun shining blindly at his back is Samson. Gotta be. But the shirtless driver doesn’t seem like Em’s type at all. I zoom in to his face and frown. He’s mixed: Asian and African, or something similar. His skin’s a shade or two darker than mine, making me almost think he’s Filipino, but the size is off and so is the nose. Even sitting down, the man looks tall, football quarterback wide. Em likes hipster chic and just this side of anorexic. Mr. Shirtless Tracker Driver looks like he ate two of Em’s guys for breakfast.
Em: That’s Samson. Might want to delete it before Leo catches you and goes ape shit 3:58PM
Rai: At the top of my list ,) 3:58PM
Rai: But he doesn’t look like your type. Not pale n dying 3:59PM
Em: :p He’s nice 3:59PM
Rai: Oh I can see his nice. Looks round 7 inches 4:00PM
She sends me a middle finger emoji, and I laugh out loud.
Rai: Did you hear that? 4:01PM
Rai: I swear your panties just hit the floor. Might want to pick em up before Samson sees 4:02PM
Em: Punch yourself. 4:02PM
Rai: Ride em’ cowgirl! 4:03PM
Rai: But really what r we gonna do about kate? 4:04PM
Em: I’m taking off next Friday to go with her to one of the schools counselors. Want to come? You’re back then right? 4:04PM
Rai: Yeah. I’ll come. Think that’ll work? 4:05PM
Em: if it doesn’t we call her parents 4:05PM
Rai: hate to do it but i agree 4:06PM
When Em doesn’t immediately respond, I move onto Ji-hoon, very obviously avoiding Leo’s messages. There’s this teeny, tiny part of me that thinks one of them is going to say something very close to ‘I’m getting back with my ex-wife. Your bags are beside the door.’ I acknowledge how irrational the thought is, but it doesn’t stop it from existing.
Ji-hoon: Do u not like me no more? 2:51AM
I re-read his message twice before responding. 4:09PM
Rai: Dude why would you say that? We’ve been friends FOREVER 4:09PM
Rai: I’m just busy. You know backpacking but i get back to the us in two days 4:10PM
Rai: Then you’ll have all my time ,) 4:10PM
I stall for five more minutes, long enough for my steak to come out. It’s beautifully arranged and fragrant, making my stomach growl. But the food does nothing to help block the three notifications I have from Leo. Sighing, I unlock my phone and get it over with.
Leo: Okay. Dinner at 6? 12:39PM
Leo: I’m with Helmi. She wants to shop, so I’m taking her to a few stores 1:43PM
Leo: I’m picking you up something for tonight. I want you to wear it for me. 3:00PM
The waiter comes back just as I’m about to send my text and asks for dessert. ‘Just the cheque,’ I respond with a smile. He nods and leaves just as quickly as he arrived.
Rai: Dinner’s good. Where? I’ll meet you all there 4:14PM
Rai: Should I be afraid to see what you got me or… excited? 4:14PM
Leo: Excited. Very excited. 4:16PM
Leo: But Antonia is coming too. You might want to be a little afraid for that. 4:
16PM
Rai: Ok. 4:17PM
Leo: Not okay, but we’ll talk about it later. 4:17PM
Leo: What are you wearing? 4:19PM
His question throws me.
Rai: Capris and a t-shirt. 4:20PM
Leo: No bra or panties? 4:20PM
This can’t be Leo. I read back through his texts, wondering if his daughter has his phone. But that would be weird. Maybe Antonia? The woman could be playing some sort of game. From what Leo’s told me about the Spaniard, his ex-wife is as crazy as she is hot, which in Leo’s estimation places her in the batshit category.
I read his last text again. Is it him or not?
Giving up, I call just as my cheque arrives. Cradling the phone between my ear and shoulder, I reach into my bag for my wallet as Leo answers, ‘Rai?’
‘Hey. Were you just texting me?’
There’s a short pause before, ‘Yes… I was.’
‘About the underwear thing?’ I slap a few bills down just as the waiter comes back to collect it, leaving again to get change.
‘I thought—’ he hesitates, completely unlike himself and I wonder if he’s hiding something.
‘What?’
‘I started remembering those texts between you and your penpal and I got upset.’ There’s another pause. ‘And then horny.’
I choke on a laugh as the waiter brings back my change. Covering the receiver, I look up and catch the man’s eyes, ‘Bathroom?’
‘Over there. Down the hallway. On your right, it is the first door.’
I nod thanks and gather my things, moving toward the restroom.
‘Rai?’
‘Give me a second.’
Thankfully it’s a single room. It’s huge, with a stall, changing table and a small black and gold chaise and mahogany side table against one wall. Strange, but useful for my needs. ‘So you’re horny?’ I ask, balancing the phone against my ear and parting my legs with one foot on the chaise and the other off.
‘I was.’
‘Not anymore?’
He sighs angrily and I can almost see the imperceptible tightening of his brows. ‘I hate thinking about you with another man, but I love thinking about you writing those messages to me.’
‘How about I just say them?’
‘Excuse me?’
My voice drops as I slide further down the chaise and close my eyes, ‘Leo, it’s been five days since we had sex.’
‘You’re on your period.’
‘Not anymore.’ I slide my fingers to my nipple and tug. ‘I’m pretty sure I finished this morning.’ He doesn’t say anything and I continue, ‘Five days of your erection poking me in the back at night. Five days of watching you get dressed and undressed. I swear you were trying to torture me.’
‘I think it’s the other way around,’ he growls. ‘Do you know how many times I just wanted to say fuck your period and slide into your pussy?’
‘You should have.’
‘Rai,’ his voice is gruff and strained, ‘We would have messed up the sheets.’
‘I would have come,’ I bite, pinching my nipple between my thumb and forefinger. ‘But no worries, I’m almost there.’
‘Fuck.’ His voice drops, ‘Are you masturbating?’
‘Yeah.’
‘Tell me.’
I leave my nipple and flick the button of my jeans, sliding the zipper down so I can stick my hand between my legs. ‘My pussy is wet and I was hoping you’d lick it for me. Then fuck me. Hard. I want to feel your cock hit my cervix.’
Leo sucks in a breath. ‘You can’t say that. I’m shopping with my daughter.’
‘Fuck your shopping,’ I complain, sliding my panties to the side and running a finger over my wet folds. ‘I’m wet. All I want is your dick and I can’t have it. Don’t leave me like this.’
I know I’ve done it, pushed him a little too far. ‘Toliet,’ he growls at someone in French. ‘Où est la toilette putain?’
A stunned female voice gives him directions and I can almost see him stomping around a store. A door opens, bangs shut. The lock clicks, and then I hear the slide of a zipper and Leo’s thankful sigh. ‘Lick your pussy until you can’t talk. Then I’ll use that filthy fucking mouth of yours, grab your hair, and force my cock in your mouth.’
‘It’s hitting my throat. You’re so rough.’
The sound of his hand flying over his cock and his ragged breaths filter through the phone. I’ve talked dirty, but never like this. Not even Leo has said the things in bed he’s telling me now.
‘Tell me you want my cock.’
‘I want you cock.’
‘No condom.’
I pause for a heartbeat, but my fingers fly over my clit and I buck. ‘N-No condom. I want to feel you come inside me.’
‘I bet you’d look good, Rai,’ he growls, voice deep and rough. ‘All wet and sweaty, thighs wide with my cum leaking out of your pussy. I want to fuck your ass.’
‘Then do it,’ I moan, feeling every inch of the filthy Leo accused me of being. I can send dirty texts all day long, but speaking my fantasies, having his words in my ear—That’s a completely different arena. For some reason, talking on the phone gives me free reign to say the nastiest things that a nice, soft bed never gave me. ‘Fuck me anyway you want.’
‘Tomorrow you’re not going to be able to walk, kultaseni.’
‘Promise?’
‘Thrust two fingers in your pussy,’ he growls, and I can hear his hand moving faster, ‘I want to hear you come.’
I do, but it’s not enough. ‘I need more.’
‘I know you do. But I’m not there, so you have to try. We need to come. And I can’t do that until I hear you.’ His words are soft and cajoling, so different from the ones he just gave me. My hips cant, fingers digging deeper, thumb fluttering over my clit. I’m there, eyes screwed shut, biting down on my bottom lip as my orgasm tears through me. Neck straining, a long, tortured moan leaks out around my teeth.
‘That’s it,’ he murmurs. ‘Fuck, Rai.’
Leo’s shout is muffled, strained. Sexy as hell. Licking the blood from my lip, I remove my hand from my pants and breathe deeply. Eventually, Leo’s breathing evens out too, but his voice is hoarse. ‘Tonight.’
One word with so much more meaning than most books. Closing my eyes, I sink further into the settee and agree, ‘Tonight.’
***
I arrive at dinner woefully underdressed and unprepared. The restaurant is nice, but not overly elegant. I don’t look completely out of place in my jeans, but the skull t-shirt outs me. ‘Parlez vous anglais?’ I ask the Maitre d’ with a hopeful smile.
‘Yes,’ he says evenly. ‘Do you have a reservation?’
‘I think so. Leo Pananan.’
His fingers fly over the keyboard, eyes scanning the computer. ‘Yes. Your party is already here.’ A short, brown skinned girl dressed in a conservative black dress appears beside the man, seemingly out of thin air. ‘Aisha will escort you to your table.’
‘Moroccan?’
The hostess’s eyes widen before a smile flits across her face. ‘Yes. Are you?’
‘My father. I’m half.’
She leads me in the direction of the table. ‘I see. Is this your first time in Paris?’
‘Yes. I love it, but I’m only here for two days.’
‘So short. But I’m sure you will have a good time.’
Pulling up to the table, she smiles at the three people seated and then turns to me. ‘Please have a seat. Your server will be with you shortly.’
Taking a deep breath, I finally look at the people seated. Leo is beside a young woman with dark hair and light, oil hued skin. Perpendicular the girl is a woman, a bit older with darker skin and raven hair swept into a stylish bun. Cat eyes peek out from behind thick black lashes that frame dark brown eyes. The look she casts me is friendly, plum colored lips pulling into a welcoming smile.
‘Rai,’ Leo’s voice is tight, his hand possessive on my waist. ‘Come sit and meet Helmi and Antonia.’
I smile too brightly at him and take the seat on his right, across from Helmi. The 14 year-old looks up from her phone long enough to meet my gaze. Her expression is… bland. Blue eyes flicker from my head to my hands with quick dismissiveness. Almost immediately,
she looks back to her phone.
‘Helmi.’ Leo easily tugging the mobile out of his daughter’s hands and places it face down on the table. ‘This is Raiqah Hussein. She’s the woman I’ve been traveling with for the past few weeks.’
Denied her phone, Helmi places her elbows on the table, crosses her arms and leans forward. ‘Hey. Nice to meet you.’
‘Likewise.’
‘So how old are you? 20?’
I blink back in surprise as Leo reprimands sharply, ‘Helmi.’
Laughing awkwardly, I smooth sweaty palms over my jeans. The girl could easily break Leo and me up, the look in his eyes tells me that much and the look in her own backs up that claim. ’22.’
‘Helmi that was rude,’ Antonia scolds, ‘You never ask a woman how old she is. Apologize.’
This doesn’t feel right. Turning to Antonia, I try to reconcile the warm, smiling woman with the icy, bitch Leo’s painted her as. I can’t help but compare myself to the woman. Aside from the skin tone (and she’s still a shade darker than me) we share no similarities. My hair is curly and brown, hers is raven and wavy. She’s maybe a size four on a fat day, and I’m rocking a size 14 on my best. There’s an elegance about Antonia that makes me believe Leo’s story about meeting her in an art gallery, the woman exudes culture like she spends her free time at the Louvre.
‘So, Rai…’ Antonia begins a second before our waitress comes to take our drink orders. Leo and Antonia order wine while Helmi decides on coke and I stay with water. When the woman leaves to fill the order, Antonia leans closer, a light sparking her eyes. ‘Tell me, how did you and Leo meet?’
‘We met at a bar.’
‘I see,’ she turns and wags a finger at her ex-husband, smiling playfully. ‘Leo, you’ve been going to those more frequently, haven’t you? The excess will catch up with you.’
‘Doesn’t seem to have caught up with you, Antonia,’ he sends her a shark smile. ‘In fact the years haven’t changed you at all.’
She stiffens. ‘My mother’s good genes.’
‘I’m sure.’
I think Antonia meant the exchange to be light, but Leo seems unable to be anything but shark-like. Under the table, I reach over and place a comforting hand on his thigh, squeezing reassuringly.
‘What do you do, Antonia?’ I ask, seeking to break the tension.
Her eyes light and her hands flutter as she explains. ‘I am an interior designer for foreigners. Many people have homes in and around Paris. But, of course, they are busy and cannot decorate themselves. That is where I come in.’
‘That’s really cool.’
She smiles and nods to me. ‘And what about yourself?’
‘I’m in university studying Creative Writing and International Relations.’
‘Ah, so you don’t work?’
‘Actually, I do. I have a full time job in addition to a full course load.’
‘I remember those days,’ she sighs, swirling the wine in her glass around when the waitress comes to drop off the drinks. ‘I went to school and worked while pregnant. I do not recommend, it Rai.’ She laughs and gestures to her stomach, ‘I was as big as a whale, attending night classes while working at a design firm as an assistant during the day. It was hard, but had it’s good moments.’
‘I remember it differently,’ Leo seethes. ‘Less… good times, more bad. Though you were as big as a whale.’
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