It's a Sunday evening, and my room is dimly lit as I stare at my reflection in the mirror fawning over my good looks, from my dark brunette hair to my blue eyes, plump lips, long lashes and defined jawline, my body figure not any less attractive.
My eyes trail my silhouette in my nightgown, noting my rounded D-cup breasts, as my eyes dart to my Curvy hips and slim calves.
I have a height of 5'8 inches and I'm nothing less than perfection or so Eric always says.
Tonight I have a dinner date with him, we have been dating for two years now, and it's been tough but love is complicated, my mom always reminded me of that.
so I put up with our conflicts and differences expecting things to work themselves out eventually.
I make my way to my closet and inspect the dress I'm to put on, I bring it out carefully ensuring not to ruffle it, I walk back to my room holding the sleeveless purple dress which has a deep V-neck that exposes the cleavage, with a high cut slit, a half flair, full length and straps that reveal the delicate back.
As I put on the dress I can't help but reminisce on the reason behind the date Eric has planned for us. It was mid-last week when I visited his place, we had planned to spend quality time and bond over food and movies, but halfway through the night, the mood began to go sour and tension arose.
Eric claims to love me and want me but his actions often say otherwise, I confronted him that night over it, asking what plans he had for us and he said "Let's flow with the wind and see how things go" but I felt otherwise, it's been two years and he hasn't made an effort to propose or make any arrangements towards that.
I'm 27 and a lady, time doesn't wait for me, especially at such an age, and I don't wish to waste my years with a person who has little to no long-term plans for us.
Explaining my concerns to Eric, he picked an offence with me and made statements I just can't seem to forget; "you pressure me too much" "You're over-reacting" and "You think I'm a waste of your time?" and he goes ahead to say "There are younger ladies out there who would want a guy like me, yet I settle for you and all you do is pressure and push me around all because you're aging" he continued to say a lot more hurtful things to me which caused me to break down in tears but he didn't pay notice and walked away coldly, leaving me on the ice cold floor sobbing and drenched in tears.
A few days later he called to apologise and planned a dinner for us on Sunday, I agreed to dinner with him so our relationship isn't strained any more than it is.
I face my dresser as I apply my make-up, ensuring I have a finished and flawless look. I inspect my features once more before getting up, picking up my purse and making my way downstairs to the garage where my ride a Lamborghini Aventador S is parked.
I get into my car, start up the engine and reverse out of my garage and down the pavement.
While driving through the streets I can't help but admire the view of the tall rising buildings, neon lights and moving cars. New York is such a beautiful and lively place to live, the streets are always bustling with people going about their daily life.
It's a thirty-minute drive to the hotel but with my car, it takes only about fifteen minutes to get there. It's an upscale rooftop hotel lounge called Penthouse 808.
Exiting my car, I walk into the restaurant and head to the receptionist informing her of the reservation which Eric had previously made, she informs an assistant to escort me up the elevator to floor 16 and direct me to my table.
I walk out of the elevator, and I'm briefly distracted by the view before me, the rooftop of the Penthouse overlooks the skyline of Manhattan, looking dreamlike. It has an Asian-style lounge which is part of Long Island City's Ravel Hotel, Its views are to the Queensboro Bridge.
Walking to the table I'm greeted by Eric's smiling face, it looks more like a smirk but that's irrelevant now. Taking a seat at the table I take note of Eric's features, his beautiful grey eyes, Auburn brown hair with cool undertones, pale skin, and a delicate but defined jawline.
He gawps at me for a short while as if taken aback by my beauty "You look stunning tonight, I'm glad you could make it", I reply to him "It's nothing, I had no other plans, plus it's been some days since we last saw ".
He then goes on to say "You look gorgeous and radiating, It seems I have that effect on you", "And the purple dress highlights your features, I like it," he says while smiling flirtatiously.
"Thank you, it was Claire who suggested the dress, all credit to her" he nods his head in agreement.
He signals the waiter and she arrives to tend to our table, he collects the menu and says "I'll have the 8-piece nigiri sushi, spicy tuna roll and pork ribs".
"What would you have mam? " the waiter says to me, Eric replies on my behalf saying "She'll have the same as I" I quickly reply "No I won't," he then says "My taste in food is better, I'm certain you'd like it ".
Already slightly irritated I reply to him saying "You've invited me here, I believe I should choose what I want to eat without you imposing your choice "
He looks at me with obvious displeasure on his face but quickly wipes it off and says to the waiter "Go ahead and take her order".
I turn to the waiter and request "Chicken satay and crispy rice spicy tuna, with a cocktail" "Okay mam" the waiter says then walks away, my eyes trail her back and I proceed to look at the setting and style of the place.
It has dark wooden floorboards, flower beds with short grass, and beautiful hanging lights, the cushion seats being orange create a nice and complimenting contrast.
"Emma, I planned this date to apologize for my attitude last time", "I'd like it if you were less hostile" he says while looking at me with a raised eyebrow, waiting for my reply.
I look at him and bluntly reply "I'm not being hostile, you're just too self-absorbed to see it any other way"
He sighs harshly and replies "I'm sorry about last time but this is precisely why we got into a fight then, you're always so upfront and aggressive or pointing fingers une...". I caught him off saying "I can't believe you called me out today in the name of an apology just to do the exact opposite"
"Must I eat your choice of food or am I not allowed to express my thoughts and views", "This isn't just about the food but, every time we are together it's always about what you want or how things should be done your style"
Eric barely containing the expression of anger on his face, says "You're wrong, I don't act that way and how is it an issue if my way of doing things or my opinion is superior to yours", "Just learn to accept it and quit making a fuss about everything and being over-emotional"
I think to myself in amazement and thorough irritation, wondering how I ended up with a person like Eric.
I sigh as the waiter arrives at the table and serves our food, after she leaves I tell Eric "Please I'm not ready for this conversation, can we just eat", he replies "Whatever".
The food before me is steaming hot and smells delicious, the chicken satay is soft and well seasoned, the crispy rice spicy tuna, on the other hand, is crunchy and the tuna is perfectly cooked.
I happen to love food and simply won't let Eric ruin this tasty masterpiece, I say to myself while grinning internally.
After rounding up the dinner, the waiter clears up the table and presents our bill, I watch Eric as he pays for the meal while completely ignoring my existence.
When he was done he turned to me with a somber face as if suddenly realizing I was seated there the whole time.
"Tonight didn't go as planned and I don't know if to blame it on your attitude or your claims about my actions" he sighs and continues "But I'll be the mature one here, and apologize considering I did invite you out tonight"
"I'm sorry Emma, for my hurtful words and imposing character" "I didn't mean to hurt you, I would never do that intentionally. He reaches out for my hand squeezes it and continues speaking "I love you very much Emma, I'm sure you know that".
"About my intentions for us I do have plans but you'd have to give me time, I don't want to rush things"
I withdraw my hand and sigh knowing this isn't the first and won't be the last time I receive such an apology from him, saying sorry but failing to make any adjustments.
I reply to him dryly "Thank you, I understand what you've said but I hope the love you claim to have for me you prove it and not just say it".
"I understand your point of view, but it's been two years and counting, making an effort to strengthen our relationship doesn't equal rushing things" his jaw ticks and his lips twitch slightly at my statement before he replies "Don't worry, I'm working on it".
We take the elevator to the ground floor and exit the hotel, Eric says "Goodnight Emma" As he gets into his vehicle, I reply "Night Eric".
I get into my vehicle and begin my drive home as I navigate my way through the busy streets, my mind is occupied by thoughts of my dying relationship.
Having arrived home, I walk into my house and switch on the lights, I quickly make my way to my room and take off my clothes.
Completely Stressed out, I head to my bathroom for a nice and relaxing shower, the warm water was soothing as it caressed and cascaded down my body.
Gliding out of my bathroom I head to my dresser and rub cream onto my soft and tender skin. Relaxing on my bed and digging into the covers I decide to call Claire my best friend and probably my only friend.
The phone rings and I wait for her to pick up.