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Eve Rabi’s 27th romantic crime & Suspense
thriller coming late November 2016!
He may be dedicated to the church, to his God, and he may have chosen to lead a sterile life. However, he is still a man. Deep down, his wants and needs are like those of most men.
Once he encounters me, the forbidden fruit, those repressed desires will be stirred. My plan is to quench those desires and gain ascendancy over him.
LEAD ME INTO TEMPTATION, Eve Rabi’s latest book, a crime & suspense thriller about love, lust and revenge is coming soon.
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I was eighteen, he was nineteen.
I was shy when it came to boys, so he was my first kiss, my first date, my first love, my first everything.
Both of us were college students, so all he could afford on his student bursary was this li’l diamond chip.
But, it’s my most prized possession for so many reasons.
We dated for five years, until I left in search of greener.
I did get greener, bigger, better, but even though we live in different countries, I never forgot him, my first love. The boy who gave me all he had, all the time.
I talked to him the other day on Facebook. A mutual friend had told him that I had changed my status to ‘single’ on Facebook, so he wanted to know how I was.
We talked about his kids and my kids and our spouses and about life.
“You know, I still have the chain you bought me,” he said. “When we were dating. And I use it. Often.”
“What? You serious?”
“Absolutely. It’s my most prized possession.” His exact words. I couldn’t believe it.
I asked to see a picture of it, as I had forgotten what I bought him. He sent me a photo of a thin, flimsy, sterling silver chain. I laughed and cringed at its cheapness. He’s on the flashy side, so I was surprised that he’d wear something so simple.
“Does your wife know about it?” I asked.
“No, she thinks my mom gave it to me.”
“Mm. I still have your ring, you know.”
There was a small silence before he spoke. “You’re kidding me. You don’t actually have it, do you?”
“I have it.”
Another small silence. “Wow! Can I see a photo of it?”
“Okay, I will send you one tomorrow.”
So, I softened my cuticles, exfoliated my hands, painted my nails a pretty blue and took a picture of me wearing the ring.
“Wow!” he said when he saw the photo. “That’s a bloody cheap-ass ring I bought you. I’m so embarrassed, Eve.”
“Don’t be,” I said. “It’s my most prized possession, too. I’ve kept it in the safe behind all my other jewelry and my will, so that my husband (ex-husband now) wouldn’t find it and badger me into throwing it out. Like he did with all our photos.”
“I’m so touched that you kept it. Hey, I remember the day I bought you the ring. You had this big grin on your face and you kept waving your hands around so that your friends would notice.”
I laughed out loud.
He was right; you’d think it was an 8 carat Harry Winston pink diamond or something, the way I flashed it around. But I was 18 and even though I tried to dissuade him from buying me a ring, I was thrilled with it.
“I remember that day,” I said, as my laughter died and a wave of nostalgia washed over me.
It was a while before he broke the silence.
“Eve, besides the times when you look at the ring, do you …like, I mean, do you ever …think of …me? Of us?”
For five years, he was my life, my love and we spent every waking moment together. What did he think my answer was going to be?
I cleared my throat.
(To be continued)
September 23, 2013
Continued from Part One …
I wanted to say, “Yes, I think of you. I think of you often. More than I should. I wonder how you’re doing. I wonder if you achieved all that you dreamed off. I wonder if you ever think of me, of us. I wonder if you hate me. Maybe just a little. I wonder if you love her the way you loved me. I wonder if you remember my birthday, cos I never forget yours.”
“Eh, you first,” is what I finally said.
“All the time,” he blurted without hesitation. “Every time I bought something new, achieved something, I thought of you. Anytime something monumental happened in my life, I don’t know why, but I thought of you. How nice it would be to tell you about it. Not because I wanted to show off or something, but just because.”
I sat in my cloak of smugness. He thought about me. All the time too. Wow!
“Like the time you got married?” I said. “You called me that day, remember?”
“Yeah, and you were such a bitch about it.”
“What, you expected me to jump for joy?” He had no idea how painful that phone call was for me. How I pretended I didn’t care, all the while wanting to simply die at the finality of our break-up.
“Well, you could have …”
“You got married like almost three months after we ended things. And she moved in with you right away! You guys were moving at an incredible speed which was confusing to me. So yeah, I believed that there was something was going on between the two of you while we were dating. I still do. Of course I was pissed off. With her and you. She stole you from me.”
“But you left for …”
“And anyway, I challenge you to find a girl who says, ‘Congratulations, ex-boyfriend who I dated for five years. Hope you and that bitch lives happily ever after like Shrek,’ and does a joyful jig.”
“Shrek? Ha! Ha!”
“And did your wife know you called me that day?”
“Of course not. She’d die if she knew.”
“Mm. And why did you call me? I mean, how could you, on your wedding day of all days, call me, your ex-girlfriend? Something was wrong with that picture, boy.”
“Yeah…I don’t know what I was thinking.”
“Well, clearly you were thinking about me.” My voice oozed glee.
“Yeah, I was nuts.”
A short silence.
“Listen, I have to deliver a lecture. Three actually. Can we chat in about four hours? And can I call you?”
“It’s a long distance call!” I reminded him.
“Please, I really want to hear your voice. Please.”
“I…look, I really don’t …”
“Just this once. Please! Here’s my number…” He typed it in and hit send. “Message me your number. Now.”
After a slight hesitation, I said, “Okay.”
“No, say you promise.”
I smiled. “I promise.”
“Cool.” He sent me three smiley faces and xoxo.
I laughed and messaged him my number.
How should I end the conversation, I wondered?
Xoxo? No, hugs and kisses – too forward for our first convo.
C u later? Too cold.
I typed in five smiley faces and hit send. It’ was neutral enough and he could read into it what he liked.
I logged off and peered at the clock. Four hours.
Quickly, I loaded the dishwasher, tidied the lounge, folded washing, fed the dog and cat and hastily assembled a chicken salad for dinner; all so that I could be free to free to talk to him in four hours.
To hear his voice after thirteen years.
The thought of it made me shiver with delight.
I looked at the clock again. Only an hour has passed!
When my phone rang three hours later (not four), with an Out of Area signal on it, my mouth went dry and I swallowed hard.
After several deep breaths, I answered. “H…hello?”
“You sound the same,” he said, his voice full of excitement.
“Ohmigod, you sound the same too!”
“Yeah, you do.”
“You …you don’t have an Aussie accent?”
“This is surreal,” he said, his voice barely a whisper. “Us talking. Just surreal.”
“What’s your daughter’s names?” he asked.
“Billie and Sydney,” I answered. I wondered if he remembered that Billie had been significant to us. “What’s your kids’ names?”
“Joshua and …” His hesitation piqued my curiosity. “…Billie.”
I was stumped. Tears smarted my eyes, while he cleared his throat several times.
“Oh, man!” he said, his voice hoarse.
I nodded, forgetting that he couldn’t see me.
We both fell silent as nostalgia lingered.
“You know that song by Kid Rock? All summer long…whatever? Remember that song?
“Eh, vaguely,” I lied.
“You should listen to it. I downloaded it, and when I’m alone in the car, I blast it and think about you. Us.”
“Yeah. All the time. I always smile when I listen to it. Sometimes I laugh out loud when I think of all the things we did then. Then I get hit by a bout of nostalgia and I’m sad again.”
My heart sang at his confession.
“And I think Rags knows it’s significant, because once or twice when she got into my car, it was playing and she changed the song straight away.”
Good. I silently hoped it burned her.
“And Passenger? Let her Go? Do you know that song?”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah?”
“I turn it off when I hear it.”
“Off? Wwwwwhy? I loooove that song!”
It was a while before he answered. “Makes me sad. Disappointed. I don’t quite know why. Like, I love my wife, I love my family, I’m happy in my life, I’ve achieved all I dreamed I would and more, yet…it’s like …I dunno, something is missing. When I think about you, that is. Don’t get me wrong; I’m not trying to start something…”
“We would have never made it,” I hastened to add. “We fought too much.”
“Ah, but it was the making up after the fighting that was great! Special. Wasn’t it? Or don’t you remember?”
I chuckle. “I do, I do.”
His words set my feet tapping against the wooden floors of my study. The making up was always so awesome. Beautiful.
“Don’t you fight with your wife?”
“No, not really.”
“Really? You don’t fight?”
“Yeah, she’s not like that. She doesn’t fight or argue and like, well, I dunno, she’s …reasonable. Logical.” There was a slight disdain to his voice.
“Mm. Sounds dull to me,” I said, my bitchiness getting the better of me. That comment will most definitely make him mad, I thought. Make him regret contacting me.
“Yeah, true,” he said to my surprise. “I liked it in the beginning, but it’s strange that the very thing I liked about her, is the very thing I …” He appeared to be choosing his words, “…I wish I could change.”
Wow, I hadn’t spoken to him in more than a decade and he’s talking so freely to me, I thought.
“Sorry, I shouldn’t have said that to you. I feel disloyal to her when I do. She doesn’t deserve it.”
Yes she does! We probably would be together today had she not moved so swiftly.
We both fell silent for a moment.
“Your turn,” he said. “Spill. Do you think of me? Like over the years?”
I was hoping he’d forget to ask me.
“Well, yeah, I think about you too,” I confessed. “Five years is a lifetime. Especially during that period in your life. Like, I was seventeen when I met you and then we grew up together. It’s hard not to think about that time, you, our friends …”
“Yeah, I don’t understand why we can’t be friends and keep in touch with each other. I mean, I’m not trying to hurt anybody. And I know you – you wouldn’t want to hurt anyone, either.”
“True. So, you burnt all my photos, huh?”
He laughed. “Yep. She found my hidden stash and demanded I burn it all. What a bonfire!”
“What about you?” he asked.
“Same. My ex found my diary once while I was out shopping and read the whole thing. Our fights, my fears, our sweet times…read every goddamn thing. So we too had a massive bonfire.”
“But hey, I salvaged something.”
“You did? What?”
“A tiny teddy bear you once gave me.”
“Seriously? You kept my teddy bear? Really?”
“Yep. It says, ‘I purr when I’m cuddled.’ Has a little red top. Very pretty and very precious.”
“Hey, you know what, I remember that teddy! We had a fight and…”
“…over my curfew on campus …” I smiled as I thought about it.
“…and you left me on the highway and drove off in my car! How could you do that to me? It was 2 AM.”
I laughed. “You’re the one who pulled over and told me to drive myself home. I begged you to get into the car, but you told me to fuck off, so I did. I was working the next morning, remember? Had to be up at 6.”
“God, you were such a bitch. I hitched a ride with a biker. Fat, old guy. He stank like shit and I had to put my thighs around his. Eeewww! Gives me the shivers to think about it.”
“Hey, I stole money from my mom’s purse to buy you that.”
“Ha ha ha. I didn’t know you stole money from your mom. But I remember that day, you bringing it to me. That was an awesome day.”
We spent the next hour trading memories, until it was time for him to go.
“I’ll call you again,” he said.
Tomorrow? Please say you’ll call me tomorrow?
“In two days.”
Damn! Why not tomorrow?
“Sure,” I said, doing my best to sound casual.
“Um…take care now and be good,” he said. “On second thoughts, don’t. Be just the way you are. Exactly the way you are.”
My grin was big enough to stick in a coat hanger.
After I hung up, I scrolled down my iPhone, found Kid Rock’s All Summer Long and hit play.
Every time I had heard that son, I thought about him. Only him. If only he knew.
Yep, we were trying different things, for sure.
We were smoking funny things, oh yeah!
I whirled around to my little girl.
“Who you smiling at?”
“Um…well…eh…nobody,” I said and quickly left the room, my hand pasted over my mouth.
Alone in my room, I lay on my bed and post mortem every single thing he said. Every confession, every silence, every chuckle and I hug my pillow.
Two days…how will I survive the waiting?
To be continued…
I was eighteen, he was nineteen when we met. I was shy when it came to boys, so he was my first kiss, my first date, my first love, my first everything. We were both college students, so money was scarce, yet he insisted on buying me a ring. All he could afford was this li’l diamond chip bought with money from his student loan. It became my most prized possession and it seldom left my finger.
We dated for five years, planned to marry someday, even chose names for our kids – a girl and a boy – Wesley and Paris.
We were truly, madly, deeply in love.
Sadly, as the years passed, I grew restless and left him in search of greener pastures. He was sad at my desire to leave, but he was quickly snapped up by a mutual friend. Within months, they got married.
I did get greener, bigger and maybe even better, but I never forgot the boy who bought me my first diamond. The boy who gave me all he could, all he had, all the time.
I moved to a different country and for years we had no contact with each other. But I always thought of him. What became of him? Then, a stroke of sheer luck – 18 years later, I get a friend request from him on Facebook. With shaking hands, I accepted his request.
Him: You hiding from me?
Me: Nope, you disappeared from my radar. Good to make contact with you again.
Him: Great to make contact with you. Wonderful in fact.
I feel a surge of happiness at his adjectives.
Him: Heard you changed your Facebook status to single. What gives?
Me: Didn’t work out. Happens.
Him: Happens, true. U ok?
Me: I will be now that I’ve heard from you. Smiley face.
Him: smiley face jumping up and down.
Me: How is the wife, the kids, work?
Him: All good. Kids grown, taller than me. Smart too.
Me: Same here, except my kids aren’t really smart, just know it all kind of kids. They know everything. Seriously.
Him: Hey, you remember you once bought me a chain while we were dating?
Me: Yeah…the silver one? Y?
Him: Still got it. Use it all the time.
Me: U serious?
Him: Absolutely. It’s my most prized possession.
His most prized possession? My heart warms. I couldn’t believe it.
Me: I would love to see a pic.
Him: Hold on, will take one. Am wearing it now.
Me: Now? Wow!
I bristled with excitement as I waited for the picture. After a few minutes, I saw the chain. Thin, cheap and sterling silver. I laughed with delight, then cringed at its cheapness. He’s on the flashy side – gold chains, BMW, expensive threads… so I was surprised that he’d wear something so simple.
Me: Wow! Does your wife know about it?
Him: She thinks my mom gave it to me.
Me: I still have your ring, you know.
A short pause before he responds:
Him: U kidding me?
Me: Nope. I have it.
Him: You use it?
Me: No, for obvious reasons, but I think of you whenever I see it.
Him: Wow! Seriously?
Another short pause before he responds.
Him: I’m feeling moved. Can’t explain it.
Him: Can I see a photo of the ring?
Me: Okay, I will send u one tomorrow.
Me: Can’t. People around. Sorry.
Me: Smiling. Still a big baby, aren’t ya?
Me: Gotta go.
Him: tomorrow? This time?
I think about it before I answer. Will I be at my computer tomorrow this time?
Him: Say yes. I really wanna talk to you. You’ve been on my mind for so long, and there’s so much to talk about. Right?
Me: Right. Talk tomorrow.
Him: Cool. Supercool. Smiley face.
That evening, I softened and pushed back my cuticles, exfoliated my hands, painted my nails a pretty blue and took a picture of me wearing his ring. The next day, after taking a photo of it, I sat at my computer and sent it to him. His reply was immediate.
Him: It’s beautiful, but a bloody cheap-ass ring. I’m so embarrassed to have bought U such a small diamond. Cringing.
Me: Don’t be. As I said, it’s my most prized possession, too. I’ve kept it in the safe, tucked it away behind all my other jewelry and my last will and testament so that my husband (ex-husband now) wouldn’t find it and badger me into throwing it out. Like he did with all our photos.
Him: I’m touched that you kept it. Hey, I remember the day I bought you the ring. You had this big grin on your face and you kept waving your hands around so that everyone would notice.
I laughed out loud. He was right; you’d think it was an 8 carat Harry Winston pink diamond or something the way I flashed it around. But I was 18. Even though I tried to dissuade him from buying me a ring, I was thrilled with it and kept polishing it.
Me: I remember that day like it was yesterday. You paid cash in small notes too. All your money was spent on the ring, so we couldn’t afford a fancy lunch that day.
I smiled as I replied, but as nostalgia washed over me, my smile faded.
Me: u there?
Him: Yep. Frog in my throat.
Me: Same here.
Him: Besides the times when you look at the ring, do you …like, I mean, do you ever …think of …me? Of us?
For five years he was my life, my sweetheart. We spent every spare moment together dreaming about a future together. What did he expect my answer was going to be?
I cleared my throat.
(To be continued)