Page 25 of Resolution
Me: Love you, too. Night.
With a full heart, I drift off to sleep with thoughts about the man of my dreams.
The next morning is a bit of a blur. I wake up and make pancakes, eggs, and bacon for everyone. I take Maddie and Frankie to the outlet mall to complete our Christmas shopping lists, while Declan spends the day with Jacob and his family. Maddie takes forever to pick out a gift for Soren, while Frankie’s eager to be done shortly after arriving. Thankfully, we reach a compromise and split up to complete everything we need within a few hours.
By mid-afternoon, I’m dead on my feet. It’s all I can do to make it back to the house and pull a lasagna out of the freezer to cook for dinner. Maddie offers to make no-bake cookies with Frankie and I take this opportunity to go upstairs and catch up on some reading.
As I look in the bag I brought home from work, I’m reminded of my surprise from Enzo. I love the giddy sensation that warms my body when I think of how thoughtful he is. God, I miss him so much. I can’t wait until these next few weeks pass and he’s here permanently. As I look at the medium-sized, non-descript box, my interest is piqued. He’d specifically told me I should open this alone.What the hell is he up to now? Why be so secretive?Before opening the package, I shut my bedroom door to give myself some privacy.
Of course, inside the plain cardboard box is another box. This time it’s white with gold-embossed lettering in a language I can’t read. I pull off the end since it slides open, but all that comes out is a charging cord, leaving the rest still in the box.He bought me something electronic and I had to open it in private? My kids will likely know how to use it better than me.As I pull out the plastic remains of the packaging, I find a pink object with controls and a gold-plated end. I gasp.
Oh, shit. This isn’t for my kids. Holy hell, he bought me a vibrator.
Twin emotions course through me. On one hand, I’m mortified. On the other, I’m intrigued and slightly aroused. I’m so relieved I listened and opened this in the privacy of my own room. I can’t imagine what would have happened if my kids had seen this.
I pull it out to inspect it further. I feel my body heat and tingle in places I haven’t thought about since being with Enzo. I press one of the buttons and it comes to life. A low hum of vibration fills the room. Not knowing what all the buttons do, I press the arrow button again and the pulsation changes to a higher pitch.Hmmmm… this has possibilities.A vision of showing Enzo just how much I like this takes hold of my mind as I grasp one end to imagine what it would feel like inside me. I press the arrow again, and I feel simultaneously a new pattern of vibration form, and the wider end warms.Holy crap. This sucker’s heat sensitive. What else can it do?I press the button again and the vibration speeds to a higher pitch and faster pulse.
Suddenly, I hear running up the stairs and, “Moommm,” being called.
I press the down button to turn it off, but the sucker keeps vibrating. No fucking way! “Turn off. Turn off. Turn off.” I will the damn thing to oblige. But no such luck. FUCK!
I hear the footsteps getting closer. Another holler of my name.Where the hell is the off switch?I rush to my bathroom, slam the door shut, and turn on the fan to mask the noise as I frantically keep pushing that damn arrow button to get it back to the start of the cycle. Holy fucking shit! This thing has no off switch. The sound it makes gets higher and higher, louder and louder.
When I hear Frankie enter my bedroom, I know she’s only seconds away from knocking on my bathroom door. I give up. I send the vibrating, traitorous bitch into the linen closet with a hard toss and slam the door. I quickly march to the bathroom door to cut Frankie off at the pass. There’s no way I can let her in here. I open the door, nearly out of breath, and shut it as quickly as possible behind me as I enter my bedroom.
“Mom?” Frankie asks with concern etched across her face.
I slowly inhale and release it, trying to steady my breathing and appear less guilty. “What’s up?”
“Are you okay? Your face is really red.” Frankie eyes me skeptically.
Fuck. This is so wrong. I can still hear the faint hum of the friggin vibrator mixed in with the bathroom fan, and my entire body feels as if it might burst into flames. I have to get her out of here.
Thankfully, I’m able to get my wits about me and say, “Oh, I’m fine, I was just in the bathroom and accidentally turned on the heat lamp instead of the fan when I rushed in.” God, I hope she buys it.
“Oookkay,” Frankie draws out, but doesn’t look as if she’s convinced.
“What do you need?” I ask, trying to get the subject off me, and I’m relieved when it works. Her expression changes instantly.
“Oh, Ava just came over and asked if I can play. Can I go?” Frankie asks enthusiastically, seeming to be happily distracted.
“Sure. Be home by six for dinner.”
As Frankie rushes out of the room, I sigh heavily. I fall back onto my bed from pure exhaustion and shake my head from embarrassment. I pick up my phone and dial Enzo. It goes straight to voice mail. “A vibrator. Really? Ohmigod!”
As I hang up, I see the directions have fallen to the floor. I pick them up and look for the English explanation of how to turn the fucker off.Hold any button down for three seconds. Really?!??!?It could’ve been that fucking simple?
10
Enzo
It’s been way too fuckinglong since I’ve been able to talk with Samantha. I’ve been working non-stop since I last spoke to her. Team 4 almost got their asses handed to them, but I managed to get them to safety. I glance at the clock and curse it again. I’ve already missed Christmas here, but back in the States, it’s still early evening.
I power up my phone after days of no use, and immediately, my text notifications chime. As I look through my voice mails, I see there’s only one I want to hear. Samantha’s sexy voice is what I’ve been craving for days. But the minute it comes through, I instantly cringe and my blood chills. “A vibrator. Really? Ohmigod!”
If spoken in a different tone, those words could’ve been a good thing. But there was zero excitement in her voice. Zero room for interpretation. Unlike my expectation or intent when I purchased her gift, she sounds like she’s anything but smiling. Fuck! How could I get things so wrong? I’d been sure she’d at least be intrigued and hopefully aroused like me at the thought of using that badass toy together. Damn, I’m a dick.
I glance at the date on the phone for when I received the call and it’s been a nearly a week since she’d left it. “FUUUUUCCCCKKKK!” I growl into my nearly empty living room. I’m so fucking screwed. She hasn’t called since. There’re multiple text messages, but those will have to wait. I need to talk with her now.
