Kindred of Lust: Destiny’s Bite
©2012 Raminar Dixon
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“That son of a bitch,” Destiny growled, and pounded her fist on the bathroom counter. “I never asked for this.”
A stream of tears began to flow down her cheeks and her mind whirled. Last night had been the time of her life. She had finally broken away from her horrible, melt-down of a marriage and met a new man. He was different. Rich. Exciting. Handsome.
The word rang in her head like a skipping verse on a scratched up record. Her mind refused to accept it, but every time she looked in the hotel’s bathroom mirror, her image was like that of an apparition. “Maybe it’s just the mirror,” she hoped, and took out the small mirror from her makeup kit in her purse.
She flipped it open and looked at herself. Her reflection stared back at her, translucent and seeming to fade more and more with each passing moment.
“He didn’t even leave a note,” she lamented. “I don’t even have his telephone number.”
There were a million questions she wanted to ask. She needed to find out exactly what he had done to her and most importantly, if there was a way to reverse it.
But Alex Serrano was nowhere to be found. In the early hours of the morning, far before the sun had risen, he crept out of the bed and left her behind. The love making they shared was intense, singly the most climactic experience of Destiny’s life. Even through her anger at Alex and the confusing thoughts about what had happened to her, the memory of their shared lust permeated through everything.