“He said my Remi,” I mused and smiled. I instinctively wrapped my arms
around his neck. Responding with a grin,
“I’ve really missed you.”
He smiled back and
asked, “How about a trip to 1989?” I thought for a moment and replied, “Are we
planning to swipe something while we’re there?”
“Why do you assume that’s my only plan?
Sometimes I just want to enjoy a getaway with my beautiful girl,” he said,
leaning in to give me a deep kiss. I looked up at his angelic face, eager to
travel again and said, “Okay, let’s go.” He chuckled and said, “We’ll go as
soon as we’re dressed for the era.” We embraced the fashion of the late 1980s. He
wore a classic tie-dyed t-shirt under a brown leather jacket, jeans, a matching
brown leather belt, and Nike sneakers. I chose a white top with a denim jacket
and straight-leg jeans, completing my outfit with high-top Reebok sneakers. The
AI gave my hair a fabulous 80s makeover. I adorned myself with
bold, gold dangling earrings—an unusual choice for me, but Mr. Smith insisted
we should blend in. I recalled Melanie's words: “Who cares?”
A smile crept onto my face at the memory. “Are you ready?” he asked, and I nodded in response as we stepped out of the monolith hand in hand. We found ourselves in a park bustling with life; children playing while their parents kept a watchful eye. It felt surreal to be in 1989, knowing my mom was just 11 years old at this moment. We hopped into a taxi to explore the Heritage Museum of the O.C., followed by a visit to a nearby indoor mall. As we strolled through the shops, I spotted a woman with striking red hair. She kind of looked a little bit like Tracy. As she approached, our eyes locked in a moment.
Then it hit me, “Is she Tracy’s daughter?” I pondered. Tracy doesn’t live in the O.C. unless she did but later moved. As we walked past her, a soft smile shadowed her face. She gave me a nod then walked past us. Mr. Smith paid no attention to our unspoken interaction; in fact, his mind was preoccupied with other things. We took a bus to a nice hotel called the Hyatt; we checked in. The room was nice, clean, and comfy. “This hotel has a nice little restaurant downstairs; would you like to go?” he asked me, as he wrapped his arms around my slender waist holding me close.
“Okay,” I said, looking into his eyes, amorously. The monolith appeared in our room and Mr. Smith put the ‘do not disturb’ sign on the doorknob outside, then we went into the monolith. “Remi, we have plenty of time before dinner is served. What do you feel like doing?” he asked, with a wink of his eye. He removed his jacket and casually threw it onto a black chair beside one of the consoles in the control room.
“I'm not sure, what do you feel like doing?” I
teased playfully with a sly smile.
"You know my
favorite thing, or should I say my absolute favorite thing," he replied
with a cheeky grin, as he shifted the crystals around on the matrix table. He
glanced back at me, a playful smile on his face.
"Again? You want to have sex again?"
I asked, a bit timidly with a giggle.
"Why not?"
he shot back. "Don't you want to be with me?"
"I do, but…"
“But what? Are you
being shy?” he asked. I playfully laughed. “Ah, I get it, you’re just messing
with me,” he said with a playful click of his tongue and a cheeky grin as he
strolled over, scooped me up, and tossed me over his shoulder. He gave my
backside a couple of playful smacks. “Mr. Smith, I can walk on my own, please
put me down.”
“You’re such a naughty girl,” he replied, carrying me down the hallway into one of the living rooms of the monolith. The decor in this room was pretty much the same as in all the others. The walls are painted black and covered in odd geometric patterns, with the light in the room shining through the lines that form the shapes. A square fixture above the seating area casts a gentle fluorescent glow from the ceiling. The furniture boasts a sleek black hue, with just a couple of plants nestled in the corners of the room. He gently placed me on the sectional sofa. Even now, I can glimpse his true essence beneath the facade he presents, a reality that will always remain. He did something to my brain that can never be undone. My body feels tired, and I fear that when he finally drops me off at home, I will crash hard. He fixed his gaze on me, an intense expression crossing his face as he began to undress.
“Remove your clothes, Butterfly,” he commanded, his tone firm yet gentle. I nervously bit my lower lip and began to peel off my garments at a leisurely pace. “You’re teasing me again,” he paused, taking a moment to savor the moment. “I adore it,” he said seductively. I wasn’t trying to tease him; I simply wasn’t in the mood for sex at that moment, feeling both tired and hungry. But he was impatient, lifting me off the sofa and assisting me in shedding my clothes.(Images are for the readers entertainment)
Excerpt from Part 4 Chapter 31
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