When will we leave for Paris?”
“The following Wednesday; it's an 11 hour
flight and we can sleep on the plane.”
“Sleep on the plane?”
“First class Gabriella, everything with me
is first class... I want you to enjoy
this.”
He reached for the dinner tray sliding it
to the side and drawing me near to kiss me.
He pulled back, smiled and said, “Maybe I should clear the bed Miss
Trudeau, we have dessert to enjoy.” He
looked over at Grace, she had not budged.
He gently picked her up and grabbed one of the pillows to place her in a
new nesting spot. He put her on the area
rug talking to her sweetly. Patted her
head and she dozed back off where her second master placed her. Animals are amazing how quickly they adjust
to a living experience with new owner and the extended circle of family
friends. Tristan had it all
handled. I sat on the bed waiting for his
next move.
“Glad you did not eat too much Gabriella.”
“Really, why? I could handle a few more
spoonfuls of that pasta salad.” He
picked up his wine, took a long sip and clearly let his palette enjoy the
complexity of the wine he brought
“How expensive Tristan, if I may
ask?” He smiled.
“Does it matter?”
“Curious…that’s all.”
“Gabriella that was about fifty dollars
worth of a taste I just drank.”
He kept moving towards me, taking me in
fully realizing I had only a blouse on, lace panties and a bra Very little barrier between us. He calculated the question on the wine
wondering, I was sure, why I asked that.
“So, that bottle cost you around $600?”
“Ah, actually try $5,000 for this
bottle.” My eyes got large like
saucers.
“Tristan, who in the world drink’s wine
that expensive? Come on; please tell me
this is seriously not real? People are
hungry in the world.”
“Gabriella, I grew up in a family that
required finer tastes and understanding what that meant and how to produce work
to afford that creative lifestyle level.
I also grew up being responsible for what I spent money on and also that
life is tough for many levels of society.
I grew up doing charity work and valuing what that means. My mother made sure I did service in the
communities. When I am stressed, like
this moment we went through, I need something to remind me I can get through
this. I was really upset with you. I was upset with myself. I am taking over too much without conferring
with you as a man of heart, rather than a businessman. I am not pleased with myself or how I acted
Gabriella. After I ran in the park, I
thought this out, I picked up our dinner and the bottle of wine was my
indulgence to remind me to balance myself back.
I had to climb out of those feelings of possessing you, wanting to
control it all, knowing everything you were doing and the urge to be
angry. I indulged myself in a very
expensive wine. Something good, to make
me feel I weathered this. I am sorry
Gabriella. I don’t want to rush this or
you. I don’t wish to make you feel
uncomfortable. From the start of this, I
have wanted to make you feel safe. With
you I have entered two worlds. One I
know of wealth, society and how that life and business works. The other is this world of the passion
between us and the heart. I want both
worlds with you in them. I truly have
waited for you for a long time. Maybe
forever… Now that you are here, I want
it all with you. I am trying to just be
with this, to let you have your space as needed and you do push me back just
fine. You are strong on your boundaries
and I respect that. It is my hope that
my qualities that are of a knight and is what shines forth for you to see. I am just a man Gabriella, like all men, I
struggle to breathe at times and live and create. But how I feel about you, for you, with you,
leaves me wanting more…”
That verse came to mind again for me as I
saw him show himself to me in what he had just said. The verse of “I plight thee, my troth,” came
to mind again. This bond between us was of another world, another time of
knights and maidens, of dragons flying and of angels nearby. Castles and kingdoms, of swans on a beautiful
lake and of sonnets and songs with mandolin…
I was beside myself seeing the pureness of this love proclamation from a
man that was so unusual. He shone like
the morning sunrise. He stood taller
than most men. He cared in a time most
did not. He was of a virtue that most
could not scale. I was falling in love
with this man. I had loved before, but
never had I fallen in love. I wrote
love stories about this and yet, here I was falling into love. My own love story...
Author R.M. Simone'
Author R.M. Simone'
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