The Wine of Secrets

The rich Merlot wine simmered in the restaurants lighting, as his hand made its way under the tablecloth, where he gripped my inner thigh and pulled me towards him... The moan escaped before I had a chance to realize it was coming.

"Sorry. Sorry," I whispered to the neighboring tables, red cheeked. They returned my apology with an icy stare.

Ivan's hand gave a good squeeze and a rub. My heart ran up my throat and back down into his waiting hand. "Please," I begged through clenched teeth, "not now!"

Ivan wordlessly stuck a metal into my side, turning my blood as cold as the gun. "Okay," I gasped and let him do his thing.

Squeeze, rub, rub. Squeeze, tickle, rub.

The flush broadened, my integrity completely washed away. "Oh, fuck, Ivan," I whispered with my eyes shut, "please kill me before I die from embarrassment..."

My body began to convulse, just there in the middle of a fancy restaurant Ivan had convinced me to come to for "just one date." I always thought he was cute and handsome, but was never attracted to him in that way. That is... until he began to lean in on me while smacking his lips from the wine. His cologne swept over me like snow on a bare trees behind, and lust overtook me from then. It didn't matter he had a gun in my side... I wanted it. Heck, no! I craved it. Even if this was the last thing that would happen before he shot me... it would be so worth it.

I admired and studied every slight crease on his forehead, tan and all, while shivers continued to run through my spine. His jawline, his bushy eyebrows... it was all too much for me, every inch of my body scorching and on fire. Where was he all my life??? His masculinity and dangerous vibe made him ever much more desirable, and I knew I'd never be able to get enough from him...

Mmmmmmm… my lips throbbed in delight.

And just as quickly as it started, it stopped. Breathing returned back to normal, toes straightened out, and even Ivan's gun was put away. I sat there, my mind running in circles. WHO IS THIS MAN??? I've seen a new side of Ivan, and I was officially in love. He was right: one date can definitely turn into many.

The other customers' heads were all turned away. I was glad they had the decency to not be privy of the going ons beneath the table, but on the other hand, I wanted to drag Ivan up and about and scream, "THIS MAN IS THE MAN I WILL SPEND THE REST OF MY LIFE WITH!" Ha, I don't think any of them will even believe me, a rugged trailer park girl who ran from every guy within a 3 foot radius... I'm weird, that's too bad. But Ivan must've seen something special in me, enough to take me out and indulge me in a mind-screaming delicacy.

Leaving our glasses and untouched food at our table, Ivan led me away and I followed him in a bedazzled haze just waiting to be done once more. He led me into a taxi and I followed him like some drunken phantom of a woman. I didn't just want him, I needed him, and I was glad to see him come into the taxi with me.

"14473 Isabella Hornelia Ct," I heard from far away... good, I sighed contently, that's not my address...

I must have drifted off to sleep because I never heard us arrive at his home, nor did I ever know how I entered his home. I never knew how my clothes ended up on the floor in a tangle, nor if we had even further pleasures. I never knew how long I was asleep for, or why I woke up in a shoddy little room the size of my trailer back home...

The sunlight shone bright from behind the bedroom curtains and I awoke as if from a night of drinking. My head pounded like I just walked into a construction site and was mistaken for the wood. I stood up unsteadily and noticed my clothes on the floor. Perturbed, I looked at the other end of the bed for Ivan and for answers.

But... it wasn't Ivan.

"CHUCKY????" I cried out, "What the HELL, dude???" I ducked down to retrieve my clothes. Chucky??? Where is Ivan? WHERE IS IVAN???

It was a mad scramble to put on my clothes on the other side of the bed, but as I stood up, I felt the gun's barrel pressed deeply into me. This time through the back of my throat.

"Chucky?" I whispered hoarsely. The gun went deeper; I froze.

"Yes, it is I..." Chucky cackled, immersed in his own glee. "You thought you'd never go on a date with me, huh, you stubborn little slut."

Tears spilled down my eyes, my head seemed to split a thousand different ways. "Where's Ivan?" I whimpered. "Why you here?"

"Where's Ivan? Where's Ivan?" he imitated me, then leaned in, his spit reaching the deeper recesses inside my ear. "Last night you were such a pleasure..." He leaned back and grinned fully showing two sets of brown teeth. My eyes widened, and I tried to inch forward, away from the metal that seemed to sink in deeper...

"B-b-b-but, h-h-h-how?" I stammered. What was happening??? I'm really going to die now...

"Tilly, Tilly, Tilly..." He leaned in once again and what I heard sent the most horrifying shivers I knew would never disappear...

"It's all in the Merlot..."