Love is a Cigarette Page 3
Patrick held Scarlett’s hand and followed Madame Labelle. The bedroom was spacious and sophisticated. They were large nineteenth century paintings on the walls, the aura was romantic.
Madame Labelle hugged Scarlett and then stepped out of the room. Scarlett was now all alone with Patrick, the man her heart cried a river of lust for.
“Take off that mask. I would like to see your pretty face,” Patrick tenderly ordered.
She placed her hand on the mask, however she hesitated. He smiled and placed his finger on her lips, and then he moved his hand upwards and took off the mask. His hand trembled as soon as he saw her. He couldn’t believe his eyes.
“What are you doing here, Scarlett? Where is George?”
“You know very well why I’m here. Now, let’s get to business.”
“I didn’t know that you were a prostitute. Tell me what went wrong,” Patrick said.
“You would not believe me if I tell you.”
“Please, I want to know!”
“My husband has neglected me after his mother passed away. I spent more than six months feeling like a statue. He turned me down every time I showcased my feminine affection. The loneliness was skilling me, so I decided to work as a high class prostitute,” Scarlett emotionally replied.
“You should have told about your pain. You’re a diamond that should be cherished. I have always loved you. Come with me and be my other-half.”
“No, Patrick. I love my husband, even though he has condemned my heart to a prison of solitude.”
“George doesn’t deserve a woman like you. I give you my heart, take it.”
“I can’t. I don’t want it. All I want is your sex,” Scarlett said in a feverish voice.
“I don’t care about the sex anymore. Let’s leave this place.”
She lowered her eyes, and Patrick knew that the answer was negative. Suddenly she felt an epiphany; she realized that Patrick was the person who sent her the flowers.
He passionately caressed her cheek. His touch uplifted her like a Mediterranean sea. Her pussy wanted his cock; however, her heart was empty.
“Scarlett, my love, come with me and I will build for you a kingdom deep in the sad soul of me.”
Scarlett didn’t know how to respond to his plea. He lifted her head and gazed through the deep green of his eyes. He felt that she wanted to say something, and he hoped that it was positive.
“Are you going to fuck me or not?” She shamelessly asked.
Patrick realized that his war was a difficult one. The woman that he loved didn’t love him back. Suddenly, all the sea of sadness in his blood turned into a tempest of revenge. He somberly gazed at her face, and then left the room.
Patrick has tried for more than two months to win Scarlett’s love, and he failed every time he opened his heart to her. His love for her turned into hatred. He planned to sabotage her love life. He called George and told him that he would like to see him. Two hours later, Gorge was at his house. He served his best friend a glass of champagne and said, “George, my friend. I’m going to tell you something that you won’t believe.”
“What is it?” George curiously asked.
“Your dear wife is a prostitute. She worked in the evening for an affluent brothel called ‘red hacienda’.”
The curiosity in George’s eyes turned into disbelief. He coughed, and asked, “How do you know about all this?”
“I saw her with my own eyes. I told you about the porker event, and you know that I was the winner. Your wife was the chosen prostitute.”
George got up from the sofa and said, “She’s a bitch. I’m going to kill her. She disgraces me.”
Patrick calmed his friend down and suggested, “Oh no, George, we don’t need violence. Chill out, I’m going to give you a better plan.”
One week later, around 9 PM, an Arab man dressed in nice oriental clothes came to see Scarlett in red hacienda. It was the first time that she was going to make love to a Middle Eastern guy, and that made her hot all over her body. The man was so proud and noble that she remarked that he might be royalty.
“What is your name?” Scarlett delightfully asked.
“My name is Omar, and I’m here to destroy your pussy with my huge Arabian cock.”
Scarlett laughed and then said, “Show me what you got.”
“Is it okay if I don’t take off my clothes?” The man asked.
“It’s okay, just fuck my pink hole.”
The Arab man took out a beautifully shaped cock in his pants; Scarlett thought that his penis was familiar. She laid on her back and opened her legs. The Arab man pushed his cock inside her hot hole. He fucked her very hard and she moaned with pleasures, it was one of the most intense feeling ever. The rhythm of the Arab man was fantastic. She felt completely filled as his cock danced inside her.
He screamed very loud as he came inside her tired pussy. It was the loudest sexual scream that she has heard.
“That was very good!” The Arab man exclaimed.
“Yes, it was!”
The Arab smiled, and then looked at her in disgust. She was surprised by the metamorphosis of his expression.
“You’re a whore. You know that,” The Arab man vaguely said.
“How dare you to call me a whore? I’m going to slap you, moron!”
“Wait, let’s me show you who I am,” The man said.
He took off his headdress, then his beard and revealed his true identity to Scarlett. She was thrilled; she shook with shame and embarrassment.
“What are you doing here, George? Who told you about this?” She shockingly asked.
“Lies are not forever, the truth always come out. I hate you, and I regret the day that I lay my eyes on you.”
“What did you expect me to do after you deprived me of marital affection.”
“You could have waited for me. What you done is the most unwise thing ever.”
“Don’t you dare talk to me about what I’ve done? A woman got to fuck. Did you expect me to Shut my soul in a corner, and be miserable? Sex is good, sex is fun,” Scarlett proudly replied.
“You have no shame at all.”
“And you’re not a man enough,” She replied.
“Don’t you dare question my manhood? I’ve done everything that a good husband must do. “She lowered her eyes and asked softly, “Would you take me back, baby?”
“No, you’re not worthy of my love.”
He stepped out of the room, and she fell on the bed. Her heart flooded with shame as she started crying. She realized that Richard was the man of her life, and without him, her heart will condemn her to a life of solitude. A moment later, she heard a knock on the door.
“It’s open,” she desperately announced.
George entered the room with a bouquet of white orchids. She was overwhelmed; she got up and ran to his arms.
“I love you, George. You’re the best man in the world.”
He gazed into her eyes, and placed a tender kiss on her lips. He lifted her up and said, “Let’s go home baby, and promise me that you won’t ever do this again.”
Scarlett closed her eyes, and said, “I promise!”
They stepped out of red hacienda. She glanced at the brothel one last time, and she knew that it was now a thing of the past. She saw Wild cat staring at them through the window of her room. Her emotions were abstract; however Scarlett knew what she was thinking. She finally was going to regain her crown. He opened the door of the car for her, and drove away. Her lovely auburn hair gracefully danced in the wind, beneath the smoky Nevada sky.
The End
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