Todos os capítulos de Shadows of the night: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

I walk towards that garage. I say goodbye to the cars and lock them up. I am going to take an Uber to the airport. I call for an Uber. Once it arrives, I head towards the closes airport. I really feel right now like I’ll never go back to New York. Life is taking me new places, and there is no return to what once was. We make it to the airport in plenty of time. I pass through check point. I locate my terminal. I notice it is near a bar. I need a drink to start have a drink for my birthday. My flight leaves in an hour. I enjoy my drink, when I see someone walk towards the other side of the counter and smirk at me.“Well, well, well, trying to run away?” Owen said in a sneer. I rolled my eyes. Just my luck. How in the fuck am I running into him all the way over here. I finish my drink, and am about to walk away.“Hey, sexy, don’t leave we’ll have a fun time. You look good for once.” He says mockingly. He’s caressing my backside like he has a right to do so.“Hands off dickwad” I tell

I was smiling with happiness I had not felt recently. I requested a mani Pedi as well. I wanted to feel special. I closed my eyes and let my mind drift. I remembered when I was a girl. My mother would take me to place in New York City on girl trips. She attended Yale for school. She was very social and a woman who everyone loved. When we would come into NYC, every elite person would welcome her and acknowledge her. I felt like I was on top of the world. Mother and I would book a room at the Waldorf, we’d spend a whole weekend getting our hair done. Manicures/pedicures done, getting facials, body wraps, massages, the works. We would then, after spending hours or days getting pampered would go out and buy a new closet of clothes. As I grew older, going into High School and College, we did more things to extend the experience. We would shop for more than clothes. We’d shop for perfumes, shoes, purses, jewelry, all of it. Then, we would dine out, and when I became of drinking age, she in

An hour later. I receive a text from the Hofer Group letting me know to accommodate me, where I am, the funeral has been booked to be in Boston, and the reception will be held at “Myopia Hunt Club”. They felt that since my mother was born in Boston, it would be fitting. I tear up and thank whoever just informed me.“Stay in Boston, celebrate your life and your birthday. Don’t feel you need to race back to Bridgeport when you’re already so far away. Take this as a way of saying goodbye while on your way to start your new life.” The person says as if they know I’m leaving the country? There’s no way they could no that?I text back a thank you and step into the shower to prepare for tonight. I’m going clubbing for my birthday. Something feels different tonight. I look online at the available nightlife. I feel drawn to one called “Apex” it looked like and electric vibe and a fun place to dance. I called an Uber to take me there after I had dressed in glittery red mini dress. It felt odd o

As I am drinking, I decide that we can have the funeral on Friday. A few days should be ample time. I am burying my parents and leaving for France. Never to return. I text the number back and let the firm know my plans that I am okay with. I put my phone down and enjoy the night. I decide to call an Uber after I’ve felt I need to leave. As I am walking out, I see Ralph outside smoking a cigarette. I wave at him with a blush as I walk away.“Where are you going?” he asks me with concern.“I called an Uber; I am waiting for my ride.” I tell him.“Ill drop you. Where are you staying?” he asks. I tell him the “Ritz” he smiles.“Another place I own, how ironic” I says with a chuckle. I agree with him. How did I end up choosing two places this man owns?We pull up to the hotel and escort me inside. I look around just to make sure. He notices my odd behavior and inquires.“What’s wrong?” he asks“Nothing, it’s just earlier I had something weird happen, I could have been attacked. A very hand

It’s been 2 days since my amazing night with Ralph. A part of me years for him, however, I don’t know what his life is truly like. I know he owns the club, and this hotel. He’s a successful and busy man. He mentioned that he goes to Europe often. He mentioned that he frequents Germany cause it’s his ancestral home just like mine is France. I pray that we will someday soon see each other again. I am thankful for him. His passionate love making has erased the pain that was continuously revolving inside of me. I feel like I can bury my parents with peace and move forward towards the next chapter in my life with purpose.I schedule an Uber to take me to the “Whipstaff Funeral home.” I feel a deadness in my heart as I arrive. I feel no tears though. I remember something he said to me while cuddling.“I am sorry about your parents. Just know with everything they’ve left behind, and all you have become, they get to leave this earth doing what others have seldom accomplish. Leaving no regr