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“Nothing?’
“Nothing at all. I realize something, I was so broken after the love of my life died and I took it out on Taurus because she reminded me of him, but now I realize that she is the last thing of him I have. I was going to find a family for this kid, but then I thought about Taurus and how if she found out you fathered this child, she would never take you back.”
How did I not notice how disturbed she was before? Does she think Taurus is going to be excited about her sister being the child of her ex-fiancé? She has always been disconnected from Taurus and it hasn’t changed.As I look at her, Icannothelp but see myself.I hurt Taurus because I could.Then played the victim this whole time and expected her to just forgive me because I thought her forgiveness would fix my guilt. People like us are destined to end up alone or dead.
Taurus
Ru woke me up in the early morning.“Morning.” I am greeted by his soft lips.
“Why are you up?” I yawn.
He gets off me and walks to his closet. “There’s a place nearby that I want to take you to.”
“Hm.” I raise a brow.
His perfect teeth flash in his smile. “It will be fun.” He insists and so I listen to my strapping lover and follow him into his luxurious vehicle to this secret rendezvous.
He drives a stick in this car, and he always puts my hand on the stick first so that he can hold it while he shifts gears. Things like that become such sweet annotations we share.
“We’re here.” I look outside and see us at what looks like a vineyard.
I turn my head and look at him, “Why are we at a vineyard?”
“You’ll see.” He pokes at my cheek.
He gets out of the car and opens my door. I take his hand and follow him down the beautiful trail. Ru told me to dress comfortably, so I wore a breathable dress with sneakers. Ru has on a black button-down with grey slacks and dress shoes.
As we get to this beautiful open space with a tent. Two canvases are facing away from each other.
“Are we painting?” I smile widely.
He kisses the back of my hand. “Among other things.” His thumb rubbed the back of my hand as we walk over to the canvases.
I’m not much of a painter by any means. I can sketch any day, but painting truly is a separate art. I look over at him and wonder how great his painting skills must be. He is a designer and I’ve seen him sketch a few things before, but never paint.
He pulls out my seat, being the gentleman that he is, and then pushes it in for me as I sit down. He goes to the other end of the other canvas and sits down. The canvases are huge so we can’t even see each other. I peeked my head out to the side to glance at him.
“What are you painting?” I asked still trying to look over.
Stifled laugh pours, “If I tell you, then it won’t be much fun, will it? Be patient.”
What should I paint? When I look around me, I see the vineyard. I also see a lake nearby. That would be too simple, should I paint something more romantic? What would be romantic enough to paint? Ru once told me that he had wished we had met in a gallery. I, admiring some portrait, and him walking up to me. I think I’ll paint our ideal first meeting.
We paint for about an hour. During that time both Ru and I peek our heads out to check on the other. Sharing longing and playful glances along the way.
“How did you find this place? It’s beautiful.” I peek my head out.
He goes into detail, “Redd and Lily own it. These grounds are unbelievably prosperous. The vineyard itself is impeccable, but the scenery was already like this. You see the building behind you?”
I turn around and see a massive building. “Yeah?”
“They store wine in there and some other things. Redd had the staff prepare wine samples for us to try. We enjoyed wine together before, therefore I thought we could pick a couple of wines to stock our new home.”
I can’t help but smile as he says, ‘our home,’ but quickly I remember the last time we had wine together he fucked me with the bottle. “Trying to fuck me with more bottles?” I joke.
“Yes.” He answered quickly. “You enjoyed it, didn’t you.” The smirk in his tone is inevitable.
My legs cross in my seat.
