The Revelation.
It was a sort of new Dawn, the next day for Yvette. The ordeals she had the previous day with Ben kept racing through her mind. It had almost kept her awake all night. She was glad she did the right thing, in following the psychic advisor's advise. She had to let go who’s not meant for her, to find who is. But one thing she will forever miss, is that loving company of Ben. She wishes that even if she finds a true love, Ben would remain her side lover. Her, male close companion who she spends time of distress with. Who will make love to her, not furious hot sex, when she needs it. But it is what it is, Yvette has to let go, and learn to grow out of this thoughts. She went to her friends place, Grace who was glad to see her. She recounted her ordeals with Ben to Grace, who commended her for taking a painful but right step. By evening, Yvette wants to be alone, and take some time all in her company in her late parents house. She decided to drive there at once. She hardly ever saw a police cruiser patrolling these roads. It’s unusual to see a police patrol on this way, she thought within herself, trying to button up the loosed buttons. But, if she were to pull over, she somehow knew trouble would be within her reach due to over speeding. An idea struck her; she would bit her lip, look up to him with a timid smile and also attempt to lose the button again in his presence. Doing this would make her get away with only a deep toned warning. Her magic worked! She glanced on the trip counter and nodded to herself happily. She was over halfway now. Whatever that display was, she told herself, was worth it.
She thought would have been content with it: if she got to her parents’ home quickly, good; but if the drive takes a bit more time, that is great as well. She felt some humble gratefulness as she felt her daily woes release her, torn down, and disappearing one by one as the miles passed by through the forest, and the hills slowly turned into mountains.
Whenever she felt like getting away on a weekend, she just packed and she was gone. After speeding through the sweeping corners, she would pull in the long drive-way, through the gate, up on the pearly white gravel. Eli, the butler and gardener would be standing right at the front already, with a big black umbrella if it rained, and a wide southern smile in every case. He would take her bag and follow her on the cobblestones, freshly covered in baby’s breath and green luscious grass. They would go in through the backdoor, into the kitchen, where the staff is preparing the next meal, to the warm sound of Fred Astaire coming down from the wooden speakers. There’s the smell of fresh brewed coffee lingering in the air with a touch of almond, jasmine, & sage. A magical home filled with happy memories and laughter at every corner.
The garden was her favorite part of the house. Whenever she arrived, she had to perform the same ritual. Even if it was the middle of the night - which was rare, since when she felt the call, she usually sat in her Audi early in the morning, or right after work and driving drove through the fiery red lanes the setting sun was painting over the hillsides - she always spent a good half an hour out on the stone porch, under the huge oak tree. That tree protected anyone sitting under its majestic canopy. Even the harshest rainstorm could only send in a few droplets of water, making her connection with the surrounding nature only more intimate. She found this to be highly pleasing to her
There was no sign of rain today though. The orange glow arched through the sky, turning into faint pink, and eventually, dark blue, as the power of the Sun slowly gave way to the gathering twilight.
“This garden was the creation of love, the love of my parents,” Yvette thought to herself, when she arrived and was already sitting on her favorite spot - alone, as she always preferred.
She looked at the walls, statues waterfalls, vines, ferns, the most beautiful flowers separated by king doors, hidden entrances, and secret rooms. A nostalgic feeling overshadowed her and she became almost emotional. She pondered “So many beautiful bushes and tiny alcoves, plenty of places to hide and dream… so many times I hid there when I was just a little girl. I used to go to the gardens to meet my imaginary prince, write in my journal, pray, cry when my feelings were hurt, or just enjoy the smells that nature had to offer. Or dedicate my thoughts to my early erotic dreams or get lost in the maze with the teenage boys from the neighborhood we played with for hours”.
It was home away from home, a comfortable place and where she came to stay on the weekends, or longer, after her father passed away.
She remembered to have cried for days when her Dad left this world. She felt as though a part of her had died. She sat here, or strolled below the trees, talking to only his spirit for days, not even her closest friends were allowed to see her.
“My father was more than a father. He was my best friend.” She soliloquized.
Yvette always felt him close here. She felt him from the smells embedded into the fabric of his recliner, the soft cigar and tobacco pipe smells, root beer candy lying in the plate of his favorite chair. She could still see the glass of whiskey, almost still fresh from his last visit, and the mahogany wooden chairs, crafted by him.
The garden was where Yvette came to think, pray, listen to the guidance of her grandmother... and now, sadly, her father as well. Her late grandparents enjoyed coming out here to relax, trim the flowers, meditate over problems they faced, challenges life threw at them, and questions they needed answers to.
“If I shut my eyes, I can still feel their presence, whispering, ‘it’s OK, Yvette, I am OK, and I am here, if you need me.’ My heart is broken,” she thought “The two closest persons in my life are now gone.”
For almost two years, after her father passed, Yvette took the journey every weekend to feel the presence, and to pray.
“They were the only ones who understood my feelings and what I meant by the deep yearning in my soul,” she thought, nurturing a mug of strawberry tea, looking around to the old bushes, where she could almost see her grandmother standing, clicking her tiny secateurs, to keep the plants in an elegant shape. But in recent times, she had over the months come to the house less and less than before.
Suddenly, while she was lost I thoughts of her late parents, a call came in. The buzzing sound of the phone on her legs quickly grabbed her attention. It was her psychic advisor, Jocelyn. She answered. “Hey Yvette, I have something to urgently reveal to you”. Yvette wondered what it could be, but she knew in her mind it will have to do with her relationships. Jocelyn continued “ Now that you let one wrong person go, you are close to finding your real match. I have gotten revelation, you will find out what truth that had remained hidden from you all the while, but you have no idea what it is. After, that revelation, you will have your eyes cleared, the veil on the hidden moniker online will be lifted, and you will find your quest. Your quest, of a true genuine love, and one who gives you hot sex. Bye, I have much business now, we will talk a week later”. Before Yvette, could make any inquiries, the call had gone off. Yvette was much concerned about the hidden truth that will be revealed, today. She had the feeling, to go and see Jay. Whatever the hidden truth maybe, it will reveal itself, Yvette knew she’s ready to handle it. It’s been a while, Jay had reached out to her. She missed the hot sex, and his furious cock pounding her from behind. She wanted nothing more than such experience for the day. She’s already squirting in her panties at the mere thoughts. She decided to board a cab, and not use her car. She’s too anxious and wet of sex to drive her car. She was in a matter of about an hour at Jay’s place.
“Ohh yeah, harder, ah, ah, oh yeah baby”. The sound Yvette was hearing was unmistakable. Jay was in his house, banging a blonde. A bitch that have been sharing that cock with her, a bitch she wishes to storm in and Lynch to death. Yvette was boiling and almost got snapped. But then suddenly, the words of Jocelyn came to her, “you will find out a hidden truth, it may be painful to bear, but for your good”. Yvette was relaxed by this at least a bit. But, she was still very angry, and couldn’t or believe that Jay had been cheating on her all the while. Little wonder, he goes for weeks without bothering to reach her, and when questioned he usually excused himself of being busy with work. Yvette stood at the veranda, in deep emotions while Jay and his bitch were having a hot sex inside. She wondered if she should quietly walk away, without their knowledge of her presence, or she should get confrontational. To spank the lady sharing Jay with her, to give Jay a good insult and break up with him for good. Yvette thought the best is to silently leave, and avoid Jay, in a ghosting break up. She had no idea why that she thought was the best decision, but at least the hidden truth that Jay is a cheat and had only been exploiting her body has been revealed as Jocelyn had predicted. One thing Yvette couldn’t beat was the furious romance the couple are having within. Their moans were so hard that Yvette wondered if Jay had given her such a good sex as he was giving this lady. She was wet, and fully turned on by the moans of pleasurable sex. For some time, she had almost forgotten about the whole case of Jay cheating on her, and was lost in sexual fantasy. She imagined herself as the lady Jay is banging, and was quietly moaning in tune with them. She squeezed her breasts, and put herself on the wall, with her butt protruding, she couldn’t help but imagine herself being fucked. At some instances, she almost moaned loudly, that she feared being heard by the cheat and his whore. She cursed at the same time, how someone else was having the dick she came to take.
Yvette laid in bed, thinking about her experience and ordeals the last three days. She had left, while Jay was having sex with a girl, without their notice. She had resolved to ghost him, and never have anything to do with him again. She admitted to herself, that her obsession for sex, was what veiled her eyes from knowing that Jay was never for her from the beginning. He was always too busy, and emotionally absent. Now she’s free from being in that delusion called relationship with him.
So who is left, of course Nicordemis. But how long will it take, before he reveals his real self beyond the internet. She never knew his accent, or who exactly he is. She decided to go online, but he was offline. She realized there was a message on the inbox icon, she opened it, it was a text from Nicordemis. It read “ I have not revealed myself to you, but yet you trusted me. I am not satisfied with having you just wet with phone sex anymore, I want to come all the way from Egypt, and make you feel loved to”. Yvette, at once remembered the words of her psychic advisor, Jurie Marie, who said the person meant for her, will be an Egyptian. She wondered if, the journey of her quest for a real love has come to a successful end.
