Veya
One year ago
Today's a special day. Rafayel's birthday
With a small birthday cake placed in a box in one hand, and a small gift box in my other hand, I ring the doorbell, my heart beating erratically in my chest. There's no reply, so I ring it again.
This time he comes to answer the door.
My heart leaps with excitement when I see him answer the door. He flashes a bright smile at me.
"Veya!"
"Happy birthday, Rafayel!" I give him a side hug.
He wraps his arms around him, giving me a tight hug, "My baby. I'm so glad you came. I missed you."
"I missed you too," I place a featherlight kiss on his cheek.
"When will you finally kiss me on the lips?" He groans, squeezing me a little tighter.
I throw my head back, laughing, "Won't you invite me in first?"
He sighs, and leads me inside, "Forgive my manners, dear."
He leads me to one of his couches, "Thank you for coming."
"It's your birthday. Why wouldn't I come over?" I place the cake on the oval glass table, then I hand him the gift box.
"Happy birthday," I giggle.
He takes it from me, his eyes scanning the gift wrap, "Pretty wrap."
"I chose ember because it's the color of your eyes."
He looks back at me, a hint of a smile playing around his lips.
"Thank you, Veya. Thank you so much," he begins to unwrap the gift.
"A Rolex Submariner?! That's insane!" His eyes go wide, his jaws dropping.
"You once mentioned it, so I thought I'd get it for you," my cheeks heat up.
He throws his arms around my neck, "Thank you so much. Thank you, my darling."
My heart skips a beat, then I melt into his embrace, "You're welcome."
We break from the hug. "So what else do you want to do?" I ask.
He taps his lower lip, "We can watch a movie, while eating the cake. I'll go get a bottle of wine."
I nod, settling more into the couch.
He stands up to go get a bottle from his wine bar. He comes back a few minutes later, with a wine bottle and two wine glasses.
Furthermore, he places them on the table, "Ahh, you like red wine?" He glances at me.
I shrug my shoulders, "I have never tried it, but I'll make do."
He nods, corking it open, graciously pouring wine into both glasses.
"Will you go out to party later?" I ask.
He shakes his head, "Not in the mood," he sits down beside me, "Help me unbox the cake."
I do so, while he selects a movie.
"There we go," he mutters.
I raise my head to see what movie he selected, and I freeze. It's an adult movie.
I turn to him, "Rafayel.. I.. don't.."
"Come on sweetheart. What's the fuss? You'll like it. I promise."
I bite my lower lip, immediately getting a bad feeling, "I don't know about this, Rafayel."
"Don't worry," he ruffles my hair, "It's gonna be exciting. Trust me," he winks at me.
I press my lips, cutting the cake after a quick Happy Birthday song.
"Thank you very much," he mutters, biting into the cake.
I settle back into the couch, my eyes on the television. The lady is on all fours, while the guy stays on top of her, slamming into her.
I squirm uncomfortably on the couch, wondering how Rafayel is so comfortable watching this.
He eventually rolls to the other side, and makes the lady sit on him.
"Uh.. can we watch something else?" I curl my toes in discomfort.
"It's my birthday. Why can't we watch what I want," he pouts.
I sigh deeply. It's his birthday after all.
"Okay, fine," I slump my shoulders in defeat.
During the movie, I feel him draw closer, and closer.
My heart is pounding hard in my ears. I don't know why this bad feeling has now caught me by the throat, but still I don't pull away.
His hand wraps around my waist, pulling me closer to his side, his palm gently caressing my arm. I shiver slightly in response, my left eye twitching.
"Don't you like it?" I feel his warm breath fanning my earlobe.
"I.. don't know," I whisper breathlessly.
"Don't be shy now. We're both adults, right?" His voice is now hoarse.
Where's he trying to get with that point?
We watch for a few more minutes, when I feel his index finger graze my nipple.
I jerk, as sweet sensations course through my veins.
"See?" His tongue flicks my earlobe, before biting it softly.
"Rafayel..." I gasp.
Before I can react further, he grabs the back of my head, and slams his lips on mine.
I audibly gasp as he parts my mouth with his tongue, aggressively stroking my mouth.
I immediately pull away, dazed.
"Rafayel?"
He looks at me with half lidded eyes, "Hm?"
"What are you doing? You didn't have to kiss me like that?"
"What? Why?" He shifts closer, ready to kiss me again, but I place my hands in front of my face.
"Stop. What are you doing?" I gasp, creating a distance between us.
"Just give it to me. Think of it as.. an extra birthday gift," his eyes glimmer with something I haven't seen before.
"Give what to you?"
He pinches his brows, his eyes narrowing, "Don't you know? Isn't it obvious? I want you to let me fuck you."
"I can't do that. You know I can't. I'm a Moonsinger; I'll be cursed if I don't mate with my mate," I explain.
He rolls his eyes, "Oh fuck that lore. It ain't true. Just try it okay?" He grabs my hips, pulling me flush against himself.
Before I can say more words, he pins me on the couch, trapping me between his body, "You sexy, sexy girl. Just how can anyone resist you?"
Betrayal grabs me by the throat, strangling me harder than a thick rope. Tears blur my vision as it finally hits me that Rafayel doesn't love me as he always claimed he did. He loves my body.
With all the strength I can muster, I kick him in the groin, pushing him away as hard as I can.
"I thought you loved me enough to respect my decisions!" I yell, my voice breaking.
He groans, clutching his groin, "What the hell Veya? Who do you think would love you when you've got those curves blinding everyone? I'm not exempted from the rest of them; I'm not a good person either."
Words catch in my throat, creating a heavy lump I can't swallow. Hot prickly sensations stab me in the chest, and stomach, while my body trembles like a leaf caught in a violent storm.
So this was what he always wanted..
Straightening my shoulders, I force the words out of my throat, "I Veya, reject you from ever claiming me in the future. The day you try to do so, a great curse will be laid upon you, and will follow you till death."
His eyes almost pop out of his sockets, veins pop all over his forehead, and neck.
"You can't do that!"
I spin on my heels, walking towards the door, and out of his life.