“You look radiant today,” oh damn! he noticed. I so don’t need this today.
Mark and I have been coworkers for almost five years now. Just last year he had been promoted as my supervisor. He sure as hell does not deserve it. He is an asshole and a male chauvinistic pig. We started working for this insurance company almost at the same time. And to this day he still doesn’t know how to write a proper life insurance policy if his life depended on it. This goes to show you that even now in 1985 we women still have a lot of work ahead of us if we have to compete in the multi million dollar world of corporate America.
“Yeh, well I have a date today,” I replied. Mark has been hitting on me since we met and I was getting tired of his nonsense. Maybe if he knew I have a date he’ll back off. Even when I was with my ex boyfriend he didn’t relent. When Mark knew that that idiot ran out on me to Europe with another bimbo he was ecstatic. Oh god! When will he know that he doesn’t have a chance with me even if he was the last man on earth.
“So who is the new Prince Charming?” Sarcasm was not his thing either. I didn’t even bring myself to reply.
“Hi Jane,” Murad came out of no where. I was waiting for him to pick me up from work and he was a little early. Early enough I hope to save me from this idiot.
“Oh hi Murad,” I replied, “I am glad you here?!”
For a second there I forgot about Mark who was standing right behind me probably with his face on fire. “So you must be the new boyfriend?” He came and stood between us like a stupid tree extending a branch of poisonous venom.
Murad looked over at me and smiled. I’ve told him all about my asshole supervisor and he was now about to shake hands with that sack of shit.
Only he didn’t. Murad kept his hands crossed on his chest and said, “actually no. I am not the boyfriend. I am her lover and I am about to propose as her fiancée.”
I think both Mark and I opened our mouth to the wind. I didn’t expect that and I am sure Mark was about to combust out of jealousy. Fiancée ?! I don’t even know how to spell that word.
“Ooo… Her fiancée!?” Of shit! Mark was going to blurb out more of his crap, “she does move fast. She was just dumped by one a few weeks ago.” This was enough. I was about to kick him in the balls but Murad was quicker.
“If she hadn’t kicked that guy out of her life I would not have met this amazing woman,” Murad counter attacked. My superhero.
If I was closer to Mark I would have been scorched by his anger, “so how did you two love birds meet?” pretending he cared. Why the hell does everyone want to run my life for me? If I didn’t want to keep my job I would have slapped that pig right then. Who does he think he is? butting in my life like that?
“It was really my luck,” Murad answered, “she just happened to land in my taxi and we became friends.” Oh god. Please let the earth open up and swallow me right now.
Mark turned towards me and said, ”so you fucked a taxi diver?” he was beaming out of joy. All I could think off at this point was getting out of there leaving those two to fight it off among themselves. So I grabbed my purse and ran out of the building.
I was walking as fast as my legs could carry me but Murad caught up with me just at the corner of Central Park and Fifth avenue. He grabbed my arm to stop me and asked, “why are you running away?”
“Why the hell did you tell him that?” I almost screamed at him.
From the look on Murad’s face he was confused. How could he be so stupid? He looked at me and asked, “you’re embarrassed I told him I am a taxi driver?” Oh god I thought he was much smarter than that.
“No you idiot,” I yelled out, “I am not embarrassed you’re a taxi driver. You told him I am your fiancée before you even told me. What if I don’t want to be your fiancée. I’ve never been anyone’s fiancée. No one has ever proposed to become my fiancée.” At the end of that my tears were flowing down my cheeks like a river.
Murad rapped his arms around me and I continued to cry on his shoulders like a child. “So now you are a fiancée. How do you feel about that?” He said and my crying turned to uncontrollable sobbing in front of thousands of New Yorkers. Add embarrassment to that.
I don’t know know how long we stayed in the middle of the street until my tears dried out. The only thing I managed to say was, “I always thought it would be more romantic than that,” and we both burst out laughing.
Suddenly Murad grabbed my hand and almost ran towards the park pulling me behind him. I was dragging my feet trying to keep up and crying out, “what are you doing? Where are you taking me?”
We stopped in front of one of those horse buggies that tour in Central Park. It was chilly and dark. The driver was about to call it quits for the day but Murad had other plans. “Take us around until I tell you to stop,” he told the driver and handed him a bunch of cash which the driver could not possibly refuse. Murad pushed me up the carriage and I slumped on the leather bench before the horses galloped off. The carriage driver gave us a woolen blanket so we could cover ourselves from the chill of the autumn night.
“So miss Jane? Is this romantic enough for you?” Murad asked, “how would you like to be my fiancée now?” And I burst out crying again. Oh god!!!. This is the third time this man has made me cry. I have never cried in front of anyone since my mother died almost fifteen years ago. I could not help myself. Tears kept flowing down and I was shaking in the arms of a stranger I just met a few weeks ago. What is wrong with me?
“Yes,” I finally managed to squeal, “yes I’d love to be your fiancée.”
Then he kissed me. I can still remember that kiss. I don’t know how many times the horses went around in Central Park as our mouths kept locked together. Neither of us wanted to let go. It was mesmerizing. On the forth or fifth run of the park suddenly I felt Murad’s hand crawling up my skirt. Only I didn’t want to break away from the kiss. His fingers went up slowly until they found my panties. Oh shit! Why the hell did I have to wear one now? Murad has always been a resourceful man. He just went around it to find my dripping pussy. I was glad for the woolen blanket. It kept us hidden even though it was dark and few people walked the park in this chilly day. His fingers brushed at the lips to my entrance and I moaned. His tongue was still inside my mouth as his first finger was making its way between the lips of my pussy. Suddenly it went in and I gasped. My eyes sprung wide open. When his second finger went in I almost fainted. I couldn’t keep my eyes open anymore. Oh fuck he was an expert finger fucker. With every push of those knuckles, tunneling their way inside, his hand brushed on my clit sending shivers of electricity up my spine. One two three and I was gone, bucking like crazy and screaming out his name like a mad woman. If his mouth wasn’t covering mine the horses would have been startled out of fear.
“Oh fuck… Oh fuck… Oh fuck, ” I finally managed to breath those words out as I almost died of a multi orgasmic episode. I’ve never experienced anything like that before in my entire life. It was intoxicating. Oh fuck I want more of those.
Now that every kind of driver in New York has heard me scream, a taxi driver, a limo driver and now a horse carriage driver, I don’t think I’ll be able to show my face in this city ever again.
“Are you ok?” I heard Murad ask as I tried to hide my face in my hands. He looked as much concerned as he was proud of his accomplishment.
“Of course I am ok,” I replied, “why would I not be? I am now the fiancée of Mr Murad Vanlian Son of Berg and Ann. Isn’t that right?”
“No miss Jane,” Murad replied with a smirk, “the son of Berg and Ann is proud to be your fiancée,” he stopped for a second then asked, “but why are you so interested to know more about Berg and Ann? I meant to ask you that last time.”
“Seriously?” I burst out, “I want to know more about you and your family. Their story is so fascinating. Besides if I am to be Miss fiancée I have to know everything. So start talking or I might change my mind about this fiancée thing.”
Murad looked at me and laughed before he resumed to tell me the story of Berg and Ann as we strolled in Central Park on an open horse carriage.
“The first few years of their marriage was great. Berg and Ann’s love for one another grew stronger. Money didn’t matter as long as they had one another. Not only was Berg a good husband he was a romantic at heart. He went all his way to make Ann happy and satisfied both sexually and emotionally. However as the years passed Ann felt there was something missing in her life. She had always loved children and she really wanted to have one of her own. But no matter how much they tried she could not get herself to become pregnant and this almost broke her heart.
Ten years had passed. Then one day Ann’s mother got sick. Her health deteriorated rapidly and she passed away in her sleep one night. This devastated the whole family especially her husband, James. He followed his wife to the grave a few month later. His heart as well as his body just gave up. He could not recover from the shock of his wife’s death.
All those events were a great blow to Berg as much as it was to Ann. Not only was James like a father to him, he was also his savior, his conscious as well as his closest friend and business associate. But he had to stay strong for his wife. She lost both parents in one year and the thought of not having children was adding to her misery. After more than fifteen years of trying they almost gave up on the idea of having children. One day Ann came to him and told him she thinks this was it. She had told him that so many times he didn’t believe it was possible. But that time it really was. A month later it was confirmed. Ann was finally pregnant and a couple of months later they had a beautiful baby boy.”
Murad stopped until I thought he was not going to continue anymore. “So you were a beautiful baby boy?” I jokingly asked, “I am sure their lives started to turn for the better after that?” I added.
He sadly looked back at me and said, “actually no. It didn’t,” he continued, “Ann wanted more children. She knew if she tried harder she could get the second. She really wanted a baby girl. It was just a matter of time. Only time was not on her side this time around. After another ten years of trying Ann got pregnant again but her pregnancy was marred with strife from the beginning. Only she didn’t give up. The pregnancy was successful and Ann got her wish. She finally heard the cries of her baby girl as they gave her the baby to hold in her arms. Unfortunately nine months of carrying that baby had put a huge strain on her body until it just collapsed at the last moment. The doctors could not stop the bleeding. Ann died before she could see her baby girl smile for the first time.”
Murad stopped reciting his story as my tears started to pour out of my eyes for the second time that day.
“You didn’t tell me you had a sister,” was the only comment I finally managed to say.
