I washed my face as the last thirty minutes replayed in my mind. Ian had those sexy eyes, those thick lips and a very nice package between his legs.
"Shit what have I done?" I don't even know his last name." I said to myself as someone walked in. I took a deep breath and brushed my hair back. I headed back upstairs a little more sobbered.
"What took you so long? I thought I would have to send out an APB for ya?" Alexis said.
"I... just got a little lost. I'm fine. I think I should be heading home. I don't feel too good."
She checked my forehead. "No fever."
"It's my stomach. What did you give me to drink anyway?"
"Patron with orange juice."
"Well I think I should be headed home. Thanks for the party but my head is starting to hurt."
"Let me grab my purse and I will come with you."
"No, you stay. There are still a lot of people here and it's just midnight. You are having a good time and I think Greta might need you." She turned around and we saw Greta doing the sprinkler.
"Yeah you right, that girl is doing the sprinkler. This is not the sixties. Oh before you go I have your present."
"You didn't have to get me anything. The shoes were enough."
"Actually I had it for a while. Hold on." Alexis walked over to the bar. That girl could drink like a fish and still have all her facilities. She walked back over with a long box.
"Don't open it until you get home. Get some rest and I hope you feel better. I love you and call me when you make it home so I know you are safe." She kissed me on the cheek and I gave her a hug and thanked her for the party.
I waved goodbye to all my friends and left. I walked down the stairs and somehow I was hoping my tall handsome stranger would be there. I walked over near the dance floor and walked through the crowd. Every man I saw wasn't Ian. I reached in my pocket to pull out his card but it wasn't in there.
"Shit! Where is it!" I checked my purse and it wasn't in there either. I walked back to the bathroom thinking maybe I had dropped it. I retraced my steps and still I couldn't find it. Maybe you threw it in the trash? I went to check the trash and someone vomited in it. Gross, that's just nasty.
I looked one more time and gave up. Talking about fucked up. I had just given up myself to a complete stranger and the only lifeline I had to him was gone. Alcohol and sex don't mix. I walked out the door and headed to my limo that was waiting. I took one last look around and got in.
I sat back with my purse and gift in my hand staring out the window. This most definite was going to be a memorable birthday. I was never a drinker and now I knew why. I picked up my phone and scrolled through the contacts. I ran my finger down until Darren's face showed up. I sighed.
It had been a few months since we broke up and I really loved him. We had dated for three years and I really thought we would get married. I had the ring picked out and then I asked him to sign a pre-nup, then he changed. He owned a couple of sandwich shops but I didn't think they were profitable. Darren could be lazy at times and I just didn't want to be responsible for his financial failures.
I scrolled down some more in my phone and realized the only numbers I had were my girlfriend's names, my mom, shopping boutiques, hairdresser, business associates and Darren. I didn't have any other names programmed in my phone. I tossed my phone in my purse, sat back and closed my eyes.
Images of Ian between my legs and his touch made me want him again. His talented lips, fingers and strokes made me crave him. I quickly opened my eyes to see that the limo was pulling up to my driveway. I tipped the driver and headed inside. I turned on the lights and an empty house stared back at me.
Was this how I was suppose to spend the rest of my life... alone?" Would I turn into an old cat woman with ten cats? Hell I didn't even like cats. I put the present and my purse on the counter. I grabbed a couple of aspirins and drank some water. I grabbed the present and went to take a shower.
I could still smell his cologne against my skin. The Clive Christian cologne, with it's scent had me crossing my legs. I quickly showered and got ready for bed. I left a voicemail for Alexis saying I had made it. I climbed in and grabbed my present. It was a decent size box, so knowing Alexis it was a nice handbag or shirt. I unwrapped the gift and opened the plain white box with a card folded neatly in the black envelope.
"Happy Birthday sweetie. I couldn't think of anything to give you that you don't already have or could buy yourself so I decided to give you something that wasn't materialistic and something you need."
I opened up the white king-sized envelope to reveal a plane ticket and a postcard. The postcard had welcome to Wonderland. I looked at the ticket and it was actually a boarding pass. There was another note from Alexis.
I know you are wondering what the hell this this. I can see the wheels turning in your head. Hahaha!!! Well there is this place called Wonderland. It's an island right outside of the Bahamas and one of my clients own it. It's called Wonderland because for seven days you get to live out seven of your most secret sexual fantasies. I know you are rolling your eyes, but it is true.
Remember when I told you I was doing a party for a client six months ago in the Bahamas? Well I was in Wonderland and let me tell you they did not disappoint. I had so many freaking orgasms that I lost my voice and thought my pussy would pop open and break. Damn just talking about makes me want to go back, but anyway, on the back of the card, there is an email address.
You will send 7 of your most darkest sexual fantasies to this email address and then pack. You will board a private plane at the McCullen Airstrip this Sunday morning at 9:00am and then your journey will begin. Someone from Wonderland will meet you at the airport. I want you to have fun and let your hair down.
Call me the minute you get back,
Was she serious? Sunday was the day after tomorrow. Didn't she know I still had to pack my entire house? I grabbed my phone and texted her.
Got the gift. R u cray? Sunday is the day after tomorrow. I still need to pack. Can't u reschedule?
I waited and then I heard my phone ding.
I'm not rescheduling. Since you are up send them your list. You are going to be thanking me later.
I rolled my eyes. I knew his chic was crazy but now she was certifiable.
Fine but if I never see you again, because someone kidnapped me and kill me then I will come back and haunt your ass!!
A few seconds later...
Well at least I know u died of indescribable pleasure with a smile on your face and a nice hard dick between your legs. Wahahahaha!!!!! Peace out Girl Scout.
Ugh, that girl. I looked at the postcard and it looked like your average postcard of a beautiful beach at sunset with the stars twinkling. The other side was blank besides the email address. Did I really want to do this? One week I could have my whole house pack and ready to move.
Thank goodness Mr. Durand gave me a three week vacation before I start in New Orleans. If I went on this trip I would only have a week left. Ugh!!! So much to do and so little time to do it. At least the movers were coming tomorrow to pack me up. At least that would be taken care of. I pulled out my moving checklist. Yeah I'm a checklist kind of girl, to see how I could move up some things. Once I was finished I pulled out my computer.
Okay, what are my most desired fantasies? Hmm let me think.
1. Being tied up
2. Tying someone up
3. Making love on a beach
4. Dressing up like a school girl and sent to the principal's office.
Damn I had no type of imagination. This was ridiculous. Don't people just have sex and be done? This is really hurting my brain. Think Mona you can do this.
I left the top four things and wrote:
Here are my four top things. I'm not a very creative person in my personal life. I quit art class my freshman year in college. I am a stickler for order and time. I'm not sure what's my deepest desires because I have only been in one long term relationship and he was my first. The second man was a one time deal, so as you can see I've never been challenged like this before.
I'm totally straight. I've never been with a woman and I don't plan too. I'm strictly into men. When I was little I did dream of being a fairy princess but of course those days have changed. I guess in so many words I am open to any ideas you may have. I'm sorry that I can't come up with anything else but four things. I do look forward to what you have in store.
I reread my statement hoping more ideas would come but they didn't. These people were probably thinking I am the most boring person in this world. I hit the send button hoping they wouldn't laugh at me. I stared at the blank screen hoping the words would reappear but they didn't. I turned off my computer and hit the light switch. I only hoped that Wonderland was all what it was cracked up to be.