‘O my Gawd don’t you just love this closet space though?’ Candace’s eyes were as bug-eyed as when she had first walked into Mr Black’s minimalist designer home as she gushed excitedly to her friend Bea.
‘And the view…’ she trailed off speechless. Bea nodded in agreement. The beach view was spectacular. It was blue sea and sky for miles and miles.
‘This closet is the first thing I noticed when I first came here!…By the way, do you like the way I do my eyes now? Mr Black loves them smokey.’ Candace went on distractedly, ‘I’ve got so good at makeup because Mr Black insists I look my best at all times,’ she trilled. ‘And o my Gawd,’ Candace continued, ‘Did you see his car on the way in?…’ She paused for effect, ‘He has about 5 more down in the garage!‘ She bellowed proudly.
Bea nodded again. Most of this she already knew because Candace had been talking about Mr Black for months at work. In fact Bea knew that she was the only one left prepared to even listen to her. – But my, that view was gorgeous…
Bea watched the waves crash gently against the rocks. There was no one about and the only signs of life were some wind dancing seagulls. She watched them swooping with delight and freedom, waltzing on the air currants just narrowly missing each other…
Ooops she had inadvertently tuned out of Candace’s running commentary on Mr Black’s expensive acquisitions. She tuned back in time to hear how great the Jay Z concert was last night and how they had flounced to the front of the queue and had been let in via various loaded handshakes and secretive nods, with lots of obsequious ‘Good evening Mr Blacks.’ There was mention also about Mr Black’s insistence that she knew her drinks, which was a shame because when Bea had first met Candace she didn’t drink at all…and yet more talk about the freaking closet space.
…And so Candace’s mindless chatter continued. But when the waffly, airhead, one way conversation had turned onto the ‘jealous bitches’ at work, some of which were Bea’s friends, she had had quite enough.
‘Time out!’ She countered, ‘Time – out!
‘That’s all very nice Candace, but Girlfriend, I think it’s time we did some inventory here…’
Bertoia ~ Click
She pulled up Mr Black’s stylish Bertoia chair and sat directly opposite to Candace.
‘Actually I happen to agree with those ‘jealous bitches’. They were just trying to look out for you, but you wouldn’t listen. So maybe I’ll make you see sense. We all know the truth Candy. We’re not blind. Sure you’re great at makeup now, but you need to be to cover up your black eyes! And sure you know your drinks, that way you can stay pissed all the time and not face the reality of what you’re choosing to put up with…and for what?
‘And ‘Mr Black?’ What the hell is that all about? You’ve been going out with a guy for 6 months and you don’t even know his first name??!! And how come you never talk about HIM – just the things he owns and the places he takes you? As for moving in with him…where are YOUR clothes? All I see is a couple of pair of shoes and a few dresses…which no doubt HE bought for you! Where’s the commitment? Sure this is a beautiful home Candy, but it’s a bachelor’s home and by the looks of things that’s exactly how it’s going to stay!
‘…And don’t bother keep adjusting that towel Miss Lady, I’ve already seen the new bruises!’
Closet ~ Click
She stood up, ‘It’s a beautiful closet Candace. The best I ever laid eyes on.
Let’s pray that one day they don’t find you strangled in it!’
With that she picked up her bag, turned on her heel and left.
Unusually, Candace was quiet.
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