by TorreS, Pet
I sit on the bed with my wedding dress.
- Your friend César brought us together.
- I will be grateful to him for the rest of my life.
Larsson confesses and throws his arm to the side, pulls a cigarette and a lighter. He lays his back on the head of the bed and begins to smoke his cigarette unhurriedly.
- Hmmm, I was forgetting. - He says after a while - Emily, go to my locker and take a small box in salmon color.
With no question, I get up out of bed and walk with great difficulty to his closet. The skirt of my wedding dress makes it impossible for my legs to move fast. However, I can get to him.
I kneel and open one of the drawers. My hands hold the salmon little box and I return to bed, sitting next to Larsson again. He keeps smoking his cigarette while looking to a direction. His green eyes don't see me and don't supervise me anymore.
- Open the box!
He commands in a dry voice.
My eyes see him for a few seconds. Larsson makes a strange suspense. I'm afraid that there's a time bomb inside that package.
- What? Are you afraid?
He questions, looking at me, after realizing that I didn't do what he demanded.
- Just open the box Emily!
My fingers surround the edges of the box and finally I raise its cover. My face wrinkles when my fingers hold several photos. I analyze them one by one, my lips are parted. I seem amazed, pale.
- You know her?
Larsson asks, looking at the picture in my hand.
- Yes...- I answer in shock. - She is Armando's best friend.
Larsson laughs with mockery.
- I never had a friend like that.
He confesses. I keep looking at the pictures and see Armando kissing the woman's lips that he swore to be his best friend.
- They are lovers.
After some time, Larsson confesses.
- Why didn't you told me that before? I was going to marry him! Unaware that he was deceiving me. Making me an idiot!
Larsson puts the tip of his cigarette in the ashtray shaped like a tiger. His green eyes raise and he stares me seriously.
- I didn't told you anything, simply because I didn't want you to accept to marry me for the reason which you were being betrayed by your perfect fiancé. I could have ruined your wedding with these photos.
He looks up and then stares at me again.
- But that's not what I longed for. I wanted to see if you still loved me and was willing to marry me because of that love. With no blackmail, with no bombastic revelations! You See?
At that moment I look down and move my head slightly.
- I understand.
My shoulders shrug. I try to say in a weak voice. My eyes seek all directions inside that room.
- My god! You can't imagine the weight of consciousness that you have taken from my back. Until yesterday, I was sorry for Armando, for abandoning him at the altar. But now, looking at these pictures. I see that I did the right thing. If you had not kidnapped me yesterday, I don't know what my life would be in the future...
Larsson's fingers touch my lips and they caress them tenderly. I close my eyes and focus on that feeling. A tear rolls down my face. My eyes open. Now my face is so close to his.
I kiss his fingers and confess.
- I love you...
My voice trails off at the end of the sentence. Larsson's finger interrupts my teardrop and he smiles at me.
- Until when?
I stare at him with intensity, believing that he can see the truth of my answer through my eyes and my speech.
- Until my heart stops beating and I cease to exist...
My eyes close when my lips are absorbed by Larsson's hot lips. His hands hold my ribs and he pulls me to him. Without detaching his hot lips from mine.
Chapter 4
I feel peace, tranquility and prosperity in Larsson's company. It is 16:00 pm. Larsson demanded that I took him to his tigers. His wheelchair is standing in front of the huge cages in the garden. He contemplates his four-legged children for a long time. I lay my hands in Larsson's shoulders as I remain standing behind him.
I smile looking at the tigers in the cages. Now they are also part of my life.
-Zulu, Zuak! - Larsson exclaims. - Now you have a mother! Salute Mom Emily!
I smile and my eyes watch Larsson with his white shirt, glued to his body. His gold chain with tiger pendant is in front of his chest.
- They are lovely!
I finish by looking at them in their cages. Larsson's hand reaches mine while she rests on his shoulder. It compresses it, saying.
- Thank you Emily, for making me so happy even though I am in a wheelchair.
His hand releases mine and she goes down to the arm of his chair. I turn the chair and kneel before him. My hands caress his ribs. He touches one side of his hand on my face. Our eyes full of tenderness meet.
- You are what makes me happy, even without walking!
I confess. He detaches his look from mine and looks toward the Tigers. They are sitting in their cages and looking at us.
- You and the tigers are my reasons for living.
- And you are mine.
I confess immediately after.
Chapter 5
Lasagna and white wine is our dinner. Olinda serves us and soon after it returns to the kitchen. Thus leaving us alone in the dining room. Larsson eats his in the lasagna silently. Since he sat down at the table. He barely raised his head. My eyes descend and ascend toward the table, at the moment that I feel a topic choked in my throat. But I need to start this topic, or I will run the risk of seeing the sunrise without closing my eyes during the night.
- Larsson...
He looks up and sees my face across the table. However at that moment I look at my plate.
After a while I lift my head and I see his physiognomy so bland watching me. He slides his napkin over his lips and swallows a little more white wine.
- Emily, please! Don't beat around the bush! I know you want to tell me something. - His hand puts the cup back in the table. - So, tell me!
- Okay. - My hands hug in front of my lips. - Eh...well...
Larsson's forehead acquires a few lines as he tries to assimilate what I want to put out, expressing clearly. However my embarrassment makes this difficult.
- If I could guess your thoughts, you wouldn't be going through this now. Tangling in your own words.
He says with humor, finally I lower my head and smile. I shrug my shoulders too.
Larsson chews another piece of lasagna and the melted cheese slides over his lips.
- Don't worry. We'll have all night to talk.
His intense gaze travels across the table and finds mine.
- All right. - I sigh, trying to find the courage to start saying. I bite my lips and look up - I want you to drop your L. TIGER brothels.
Okay, I say hurriedly. Larsson stares at me seriously. He picks up his glass of wine and drinks again.
- So that's what you wanted to tell me?
He puts his glass on the table and smiles to the side. Sighing with relief.
- Emily I can't believe you did all this beating around the bush and stumbled on your words just to ask me that?
His head shakes from side to side.
I keep watching him suspiciously.
- Yes, I want you to drop this prostitution nightclub! I want you to stay away from those girls. Now you are a married man and I don't want to imagine you attending that place, full of beautiful...attractive...women and...luxury prostitutes...
Larsson stares at me. However I don't see disappointment in his face.
- Okay. - He agrees. - I promise you that I will not work anymore with those girls. My L. Tiger network nightclubs will only be nightclubs.
He stares at me with more zeal.
- Is that ok?
Slowly I shake my head and look down.
- Yes. That's better.
- Great.
He con
cludes and finishes eating his lasagna.
Chapter 6
- Look at my breasts, my love!
A female voice says. I get out of the bathroom with a white towel wrapped around my head. My body is covered by a white bathrobe.
Ahead I see Larsson sitting on the bed with his back leaning against the head of the bed. He is shirtless. His legs are hidden by black sweatpants
Soon I look at the TV and I see a blonde woman removing all her clothes. She says again.
- Look at my ass, baby!
My forehead wrinkles. I look at Larsson's face and realize he's distracted by the blonde's nudity on television. My facial skin starts to burn, to redden. Jealousy starts to have an effect in me.
Slowly I pass in front of the TV and Larsson does not realize my presence. He continues glazed on the image of the blonde woman. Then I stop in front of the closet and I look in the mirror. I remove the towel from my head, my wet hair falls over my shoulders. I cast a glance at Larsson through the mirror and he still mesmerized by the TV, in fact, by the nakedness of the blonde hottie.
Impatiently I throw the towel to the side, try to comb my hair and so I do. I finally open my robe at the front and remove it from my body slowly. It glides down my legs and then my nakedness is revealed. At this very moment, Larsson's green eyes unglue from the TV and stare in my direction. They shine in my nakedness. In my ass facing away from him. I lean to pick up a pair of panties in the drawer and Larsson looks to my wider and completely bare ass.
His fingers grip the TV control and he turns it off without even looking at it. I get up and look to the side and realize that the TV sound mutes. The disgusting voice of the yellow-haired woman is no longer in the room. I hold a sly smile when I look towards the bed and realize that my husband's eyes are surrendering to me, trapped in my image without clothes.
Larsson narrows his eyes on my back, in my rear region.
- Come over here!
He commands, slamming his hand on the mattress. I look over my shoulder and smile in his direction. Larsson remains glazed in me. His eyes burn with desire for me.
- Emily, come here now!
- Right now, I can't.
I answer looking forward. Then I lean and start to slide some small red panties from the bottom up, it crosses my feet, my shins and finally the small and provocative piece slides gently over at the height of my thighs. This scene turns on Larsson even more. He narrows his eyes, full of excitement.
I turn around and slowly walk toward the bed. I turn toward Larsson, protecting my breasts with my forearms. Larsson looks me from bottom to top, while his hands try to grab me with despair.
- Come here bitch!
- No!
I say and throw my body back. Larsson can't touch my body. He can't leave his bed and come running after me.
- This is for you to get a taste of when I often wished to feel your lips and you denied me! See how good it is to really want something and not being able to have it.
During this I take away my forearms and from my breasts and they jump forward. Larsson closes his eyes with so much excitement running through his flesh. He opens his eyes and looks back at me again, my red panties, my naked breasts leave him completely stunned.
His forefinger rises toward me and he threatens.
- Emily never wish I walk again or you will be lost?!
A malicious smile opens In my face.
- Is that it? And what will you do to me Mr. Tiger?!
- I will fuck you really hard! In all forms and styles! You will have to ask for help!
I turn my back to him and walk forward, lavishing sensuality on top of some thin heel sandals. Crying out for him to hear.
- I'm waiting for that day, darling!
Chapter 7
Seventeen pm
- What do you think of this one?
Lying in bed, Larsson looks in my direction and sees that I'm facing the closet mirror, watching my own image in a wine colored lace dress and glued to the body. He makes a grimace.
- Not this one. It's too glued to the body.
- Okay.
I look toward him and again I search for other dresses in the closet. Minutes later I pull the zipper of another yellow dress with an exaggerated neckline at the front.
- What do you think of this one? I think I look good in yellow.
Larsson leans his back on the head of the bed and lights a cigarette. He is shirtless, the tiger tattoo on his ribs is showing.
Another semblant frown and he says.
- Wow Emily, that one is horrible for you!
His eyes recriminate the exaggerated neckline in the region of my breasts.
Immediately I roll my eyes, worn out for trying so many dresses on my body and none of them fits to it. None of them seems perfect to Larsson Tiger's eyes.
- What about this one?
I turn around and Larsson sees me in a navy blue dress, long, with long sleeves. He doesn't have an exaggerated neckline and doesn't even mark the body. He looks like a giant bag because it's so wide and broad.
Larsson's eyes shine, he smiles weakly at me. However, he finishes his cigarette, releasing a white smoke, saying.
- That one is perfect!
After his approval. I'm sure he reproved the other dresses out of jealousy. This dress I am using now is horrible. I really don't know what I was thinking when I bought it.
- Are you sure this is perfect for me?
I insist watching him.
- Yes. I am.
***
Twenty-one pm
I finish combing my hair and use a dark lipstick on my lips. Lying in bed, Larsson watches all my actions in the mirror. He realizes that I'm beautiful in a black and fair dress. I didn't agree with his opinion to put the baggy navy blue dress in my body.
Jealously, Larsson throws one last cold look at me and after that he turns to the side and lays his head on the pillow, thus turning his back to me.
After organizing everything, I pick up my handbag and walk towards the bed. I sit next to Larsson and touch his jaw with my nose. Slowly he opens his eyes and looks into my eyes painted with a dark shadow.
- Are you sure you don't want to come to the engagement of my friend Mari?
- I am.
- I really wanted you to come with me.
I insist and Larsson interrupts me intolerantly.
- Emily, understand my situation! I don't want to go anywhere in this fucking wheelchair! I don't feel good...Everyone keeps looking at me with pity...I'm sorry, but I don't want to be the target of attention of people as worthy of pity. I didn't came into the world for this.
- All right.
My hand slides up through his hair. I try to approach my lips from his to say goodbye with zeal and passion, but he turns his face to the side and hides his face in the pillow. I look to the side and realize that he refuses my kiss, he's angry, jealous, and he's hurt because I will go to Mari's engagement without him.
- Keep your phone turned on.
I warn holding his phone on the table beside the bed and I see if it is on. Convinced that it is, I put the unit back on the table.
- I'll call you.
Larsson remains silent. His face is still hidden against his pillow.
Soon I lift up and walk toward the bedroom door. Secretly, Larsson slowly raises his head and looks at my back. He sees me leaving the room with the image of a fatal and highly irresistible woman.
This worries him, as he lays his head on his pillow and imagines he is an invalid, who can't accompany his wife to the events she so wants to go.
At that moment he hates himself for that.
***
Twenty-two hours
I leave my glass of champagne on the wall of the building's balcony. I look around and see people talking, drinking and having fun. Mari is happy and radiant next to her fiancé, Rodolfo. They talk to some guests at a distance. I compress my eyes and look ahead. However I can't concentrate on that party. It's the engagement of my
friend Mari, but the absence of Larsson beside me ruined everything. Everything there seems bland for me and not considering all the concern that bothers me all the time. Soon I open my handbag and hold my phone. I squeeze some numbers hastily and put the device next to my right ear.
After a few unsuccessful attempts and hearing the same sentence.
YOUR MESSAGE IS BEING FORWARDED TO THE MAILBOX.
I hang up the phone and mumble looking around.
- Damn! He hung up the phone on purpose!
A few moments more, I walk hastily to Mari and hold her hands.
- Mari, I need to go. Larsson hung up the phone and I can't talk to him. I'm worried about him.
- I understand sweety.
She smiles at me.
- Thank you for coming to my engagement.
- I would like to stay until you cut the cake, but I can't. I'm have a big kid at home that really needs me.
Finally I smile. Mari smiles too.
- Bye-bye.
Finally I say, dropping her hands. And we exchanged two kisses on each side of our faces.
- Bye-bye sweety.
***
Twenty-three hours
Crossing the bedroom door, I lean and remove my sandals. I do this so I don't make any noise. The room lighting is dim, in dark blue hue.
I walk toward the bed and bow to its side. I look to Larsson's face and see that he is asleep. Laying aside. Gently I slide my fingers through his bangs, but he continues to sleep.
- You're not easy, Mr. Tiger! You hung up the phone for me to come home running!
I murmur softly and approach my lips to his. I close my eyes and feel them quickly.
- I love you so!
I say softly, promptly I stand up and walk to one side, leaving my handbag on the appropriate piece of furniture.
No interruptions, I walk to the bathroom door. I intend to take a shower and remove that tight dress from my body.