The Woman From That Night Novels & Stories

She looked at the projector screen with unease; she had no idea what was going to be projected next. On screen was a room that didn’t have any windows or ventilation with just a simple table and chair; it looked like it was most likely a room in the basement. On one side of the table, two men and a lady were sitting. The men were Night Wing and Chris, everyone here was familiar with them; the lady, they had seen her this evening, by Chris’s side; It was not hard to guess her identity. “Start by introducing yourself.” Night Wing started the conversation “Let everyone who sees this video know the wickedness of the soul behind this gentle face.”

She threw the phone onto the coffee table before me, the screen still showing the photos I'd posted online. "Why did you do this? Adam is innocent! He was just having a bad day, and all I did was go over to have a drink with him! Nothing else happened between us!" I looked up at her calmly. "Nothing happened? Then why was he lying on our bed in our home? And why would you be holding me while moaning his name aloud all night long?" Stella's face turned redder than a beet, as though someone was choking her. She probably didn't think that I'd heard everything.

Still standing in this room, in this life, in this marriage that was broken and being slowly and imperfectly rebuilt by two people who were learning, finally, to be honest with each other. She was still standing. And for the first time in a very long time she felt, underneath the exhaustion and the grief and the complicated unfinished work of everything ahead, the particular quiet satisfaction of a woman who knows exactly where she stands. On her own ground. Claiming it. Refusing to be moved from it. That was enough for tonight. Tomorrow would ask its own things of her. Tonight she stood at her window in the dark and she was present and she was whole and she was hers.

" What are you talking about?" "you know exactly what I am talking about, you were out with a woman last night having fun and I was here worrying my ass down about your whereabouts". she voice out angrily. " What woman are you talking about? I--" he got interrupted by an incoming message from his phone, he brought out the phone and clicked on the message as the photo of himself and the lady he helped last night appeared where he carried her in his arms "What is the meaning of this?". he questioned confusedly and stare at Maya." I didn't do anything with her, I only help to one of the lounges because she fell unconscious, someone took the wrong photo of us".

It was already past midnight, and I still hadn’t eaten. Despite the current time, there was still a huge crowd inside and outside of Greyson’s bar since this is a nightclub. “Uhm, excuse me? Don’t you want to get in?” asked by a woman’s voice from behind. I didn’t need to turn around to see who it was since she stood right beside me, holding onto a piece of cigarette that she was lighting up. I shook my head. “I’ve been inside for hours. Thanks for the concern.” She gave me a tender smile before breaking our eye contact to focus on her smoking.

And then I saw her. Legs crossed like she owned the damn place, champagne flute in hand, lips painted a venomous red. The woman from last night’s footage. She looked up from the tablet she held—my tablet, the one I left charging near the kitchen. “Ah, finally,” she said. “The sleeping beauty awakens.” I didn’t lower the crystal. “You have ten seconds to tell me who the hell you are before I turn your face into a puzzle.” She laughed softly, like I had said something charming at brunch.

There was this familiarity I felt when I came closer to her. We stood still for a moment like it was some sort of staring competition. I tried to find my speech but all of a sudden I didn’t know what to say. Just then, my phone rang, distracting me for a while as I pulled it out of my tuxedo’s pocket. It was Fiona. “What did she want this time?” I cursed under my breath. When I lifted my eyes, the mysterious woman had gone away. I tried searching for a while but couldn’t find her, so I picked up the call.

At night, they came roaring back. Twelve weeks after the storm Elara’s new life had a rhythm now.Mornings , ginger tea on the tiny balcony overlooking the quiet street, hand unconsciously resting on the faint curve of her lower belly that only she could see.Shop hours, soft music, the scent of herbs, customers who lingered to chat. She wore flowy skirts and loose tops to hide the changes breasts fuller, nipples constantly sensitive, hips rounding.Slow afternoons were dangerous.One golden Thursday, sunlight slanting through the back room window onto the long wooden drying table, she gave in again.She locked the front door, flipped the sign to Closed for Lunch, and drew the curtains.The table

making everyone chuckle except Soph and I. "Who's this woman?" Keegan asks making Jacob chuckle "We spent the night together and it was perfect, I know all about my reputation, she does too but promised to answer my call the next day anyway, but she never did, she still isn't and I dont know what I done wrong because I stayed clear of all woman since the night I met her" Soph scoffs loudly, making everyone snap their heads to her. "You fucking lying dirt bag, what about that woman you were with all over the news the very next day?" She almost shouts at him making me flinch.

The woman is unconscious. "Shít! Did she lose consciousness? Did I kill her?” Ivana exclaimed. She looked around. She did not see any other female companions. She carefully bent down to look at the face of the woman she bumped into. "Miss, are you okay?" Ivana asked. She cursed six times when the woman suddenly woke up. She stood up while holding her right hand to her chest. "What the fúck is your problem? Fúck you! What you did was not funny! You really are an animal, Diana!”