A woman magically goes back to the past after dying. She thinks it's heaven, but surprisingly she's 16 again. Now the story gets more interesting, she meets her first love and husband's younger self. She doesn't know who to start with and is still in shock of her existence.
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September 18th
Lovely as it is. It's lovely how life can end with memories of how it began. Never really had a relationship with my mother, no doubt, she didn't even want me. I discovered I had to be my own boss at a very young age.
I'm proud of myself. Oh, I remember my days as a musician, adored by many, my beauty was and still is breathtaking. My very first love, Anthony, I rember seeing him at second roll where I performed.
He was clad in a suit looking all stunning and neat. I smiled because I wished I could have a conversation with him. I was dressed in a long knee-high slit blue gown. There was this force of attraction that pulled me towards him.
He gave me the aura of a kind responsible, and most of all wealthy man. Damn! He was handsome. Though it didn't show but I couldn't think straight, let alone sing straight. I'm glad the melody was enjoyed either way, I wished he could hear my melody personally.
The stage was huge and so was the audience. They all came to see Victoria Ballè sing. I was the talk of the town, every man's dream girl.
After singing the final note I panted as it was the highest I had gone before. My gaze seemed pinned on this one gentleman who appeared disinterested, which irked me. I needed an explanation.
This so-called man who didn't know he was my husband-to-be hung his head low. Second row tickets were expensive so why waste so much money and not get a proper view?
I thought this through a wide grin.
Of course I couldn't show how annoyed I was at the gentleman.
Just when he raised his head to connect with me, I looked away being called by my studio managers. I needed my rest.
"Oh, Gracielle, wasn't that a hell of a night?" I asked, removing my white sparkling diamond boots. Gracielle just smiled at me, also exhausted. She was one of my back up signers.
We were back at the showroom cleaning every layer of makeup on our faces. Then, a man who I recognized to be Frederick, whom worked for me, opened the door ajar after a series of knocking.
"Come in!" I yelled. He walked in, heading directly towards me then whispered something into my ears which certainly excited me. My arm hair on my pores rose with sudden goosebumps.
I replied him with a whisper in his ear too. I just had to be sure of whom he referred to. I led myself out to confirm if he spoke the truth. It was too good to be true, how wonderous could life treat me?
I had a rough start, mother wasn't really in the picture, it isn't one those sob stories where the girl was brought up in a poor home, no, my mother was so wealthy married to a rich man but… maybe I should leave the story for another day.
Good memories, remember?
Tonight.
I stayed in a hotel room, seductively curving my legs on the soft bed having my perfume dance graciously round the place. I smiled with my red lips, my night dress was green with thin sleeves, my hair was puffy and makeup mild.
My laps were exposed showcasing it's glow and I clenched the sheets when I heared a knock on the door.
My heart skipped lightly when I said, "Come in!" What graced my ears was his resonant voice. Too masculine. Only his voice and I felt high already.
I cleared my throat as I was already intimidated. I bit my lips, still trying to maintain my seductive position.
He stood there. He didn't take another step, just frozen staring right at me. His grey eyes pierced through mine with an emotion I was sure of. He was the man from the second row. The fine business man, with a smirk on my lips, I thought he's the wealthy man who's looking at me.
A blush of anger flushed my cheeks as I recalled he was also the disinterested gentleman, now seeing him, he suddenly changed his demeanour from a previously enchanted visitor to a grumpy one.
Mr. Reginald cleared his throat whilst I crawled forward to go close to him. He was about speaking yet what hisy my senses was his dominant musk.
He spoke with his deep voice. "I told Frederick I wanted to meet you."
I replied, "Which is why we're here," I smiled, massaging the mattress seriously making eye contact. "Welcome Sir, I'm Miss Ballè."
He then released a hiss. He wandered around the room, then uttered what was in his mind. "So this is what you do? After waiting for so long I meet you, and this is what you do!"
"Excuse me?"
He went on, scanning me with eyes in a disdainful manner. His eyes said more words than his mouth. "I didn't know you were a slut."
"Me? A slut? So what are you even here for?" I couldn't conceal my rage.
He continued, "I heared rumours about the After show Midnight meet up or whatever and thought to confirm it." He seemed a bit sad.
I stood up in absolute anger feeling too disrespected. "Well you will not insult me! Whatever thing I choose to do is my business!" I pointed my finger towards him. "Youre not here for that?"
"You're a disgrace to society! I spent my life praising you only to be greeted with this disgrace. You're shameful."
"Leave."
"You know," his face leaned towards mine, "You deceive men like me," his eyes soon parted with emotions and lips drew close to mine. His palms took the side of my cheeks, kissing me softly and I jumped on his hips. He electrocuted the lower region of my body and I wanted nothing more than him destroying my body with his beast build.
I liked it.
I loved how he had sex with me with so much emotions. It was as if he wanted more than just sex. I moaned so well, delivering my high notes; something I've wished for so dearly ever since the beginning of this show.
The feel of his tongue on my ripe fruit made way for more electricity to surge through me. I panted crying tears of joy. I didn't want the ride to end.
He paused, taking a look at my glory, then my face which craved for more, then he inserted his manhood in me and slowly rode, then as the rollercoaster kept going he sped making me moan according, leaving me dripping soaking wet.