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Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Addicted To Love- pt.3 (Desperate Measures)

    What started off as an innocent encounter turned into fatal attraction. I was no longer being chased, I was the one doing the chasing. We hit it off well in the beginning, he was my knight in shinning armor. Whatever I needed, he provided. He started off buying me expensive items, taking me to five star restaurants, he even bought my daughter a three hundred dollar cellular phone the day we first met. I was instantly impressed by his generosity. I had convinced myself that he was my angel sent by God, how else was I going to justify his reasoning for coming on too strong so soon? I was a struggling single mother working dead end jobs with no man around, so I thought to myself...my salvation has come. Before my knight came along, I was driving cabs to make a little extra money. It was a risk I was taking, there were not too many women driving cabs, especially at night, which I chose to do. Driving cabs was risky for me, but at night was when most cab drivers made the most money. I did what needed to be done to feed my child, and keep a roof over our heads; even if that meant being robbed at gun point, or raped by a stranger at night. 


    I had been driving for three months now, by that time I was ready to turn in my keys. I was tired of staying up all night driving from one place to another, not seeing my daughter for hours on end. I ate on the go, so I started gaining weight from all the burgers and fast foods I was eating. I felt trapped with no way out, until the day our paths had crossed. I was out running errands in my cab during the early part of the day. I didn't have a personal vehicle anymore, because the one I owned caught on fire as I was leaving my day job downtown. So, my survivor mode kicked in, and that magic light bulb appeared above my head. I had a grand idea to start driving cabs for that sole purpose. I needed a vehicle. I thought, not only will I have a way to get around in the big city, but I can make money at it too! I was determine to dig myself out of this black whole of despair by any means necessary. 


    My meter began flashing in my cab which indicated I had a pick up. I was going to hit the ignore button because I was on my personal time. I had plan to work later that night. When I saw how close that pick up was to where my destination was, I decided what the heck, let me make this quick money. I'll use it to fuel my cab for later tonight. As I approached the address where the customer was waiting, I couldn't help but notice the location, and the name on the building, then all of a sudden he walked out. He was laden down with his luggage, ipad, briefcase, and navigation device in his hands. Instantly I knew he was a traveler. We hit it off well, I was the perfect host, and he was the perfect customer. He tipped me as well as he looked, nothing about him read cheap. Inside I was very happy that I had decided to pick up that trip. I found out that my knight was traveling from Europe, though his parents are natives of the motherland. He was handsome and well put together. He spoke with a British accent, with a sprinkle of native influence in his voice. My knight  asked me to accompany him to dinner that night, I told him that I couldn't, I had to work. "I am willing to cover your salary tonight, and treat you to a fantastic evening", he said, "What do you say to that?" There wasn't much to say I thought, other than hell yeah! So throughout the early part of that day, I spent it with my knight in shinning armor. He lavished both me and my daughter the entire day. Sale clerks where starting to mistake him for her real dad. One even said to my daughter in his presence, "You sure have a wonderful dad to buy you all of these nice things." I didn't bother to correct her, I didn't want to spoil the mood. After a day of shopping, I dropped him off at a very nice looking home, in an expensive neighborhood. The lawn was  well manicured, the area was secluded. That is where he was staying at on his trip here. As he was exiting my cab, I asked him, "What time should I come back to get you for our date tonight?" There was no need to he told me, "I'll be picking you up myself." I drove back to my apartment in a daze, I was high already off this guy. My heart was pounding hard in my chest, my hands were shaky, my thoughts were running wild. I was thinking this is my lucky day. I mean, how often does a girl meet a guy who will go all out for her right? Wrong. I found out in the end, that it was I who really paid the high cost.


    I wanted to look my absolute best for him on our date. I spent the rest of the evening scanning through my closet trying to pick out the perfect attire for our night out. I pulled out a red dress, then thought, a red dress on the first date gave obvious signals I didn't want to send just yet. Next, I picked out a white dress, but soon decided against it. I didn't want to give him the impression that I was wearing my Easter suit. Finally, that's when I saw it, the black dress that I had recently purchased. The reason I bought the black dress in the first place, was because it camouflaged the extra weight I had put on previously, so I decided to wear that. I was pleased with my choice, the black dress concealed what I didn't won't to be seen, and accentuated all the parts that I wanted to flaunt. I felt good, and might I add, I was looking fabulous. My daughter gave me her final approval, she's my mirror who wouldn't lie to me. I kept her busy that night with DVD's and her favorite snacks, while I went on my date. Around 7:30 pm, my phone rang, "Are you ready? I'll be arriving in fifteen minutes." My knight in shinning armor pulled up in a brand new black Audi, he told me he had just purchase the vehicle for himself to take back home. I was thinking to myself, he's catching a cab one minute, now he's the one picking me up in a brand new Audi. The night is off to a good start already. 


    "I'll be catching an early flight leaving out on Sunday", he said. I would like to spend more time with you before I leave. It was Friday night, we were having a blast on our date. I was all to pleased that he wanted to see me again. We were having dinner and dancing at this jazz spot in the Galleria, that is the area where most international travelers like to visit. Especially those with money. After we left Sullivan's, we headed Uptown to the Tasting Room, where we sat outdoors and sipped on fine wine. The mood was great, the atmosphere was perfect, and he was the perfect gentlemen. I constantly kept pinching myself to make sure that I wasn't dreaming or something. This was too good to be true. Did God truly send this terrific guy my way? I prayed, and longed to have a man like him. He was the total package, good looks, hard worker, financially secure, and he embraced my child as if she was his own. But there is something to be said when you combine alcohol with drugs: the mix can be deadly. He was my drug of choice, and after all that wine tasting, I was under the illusion that I thought I knew all those things about him. In fact, I didn't know anything, other than he spent money well, and that was all I knew. The night was coming to an end. That was the best date I had in such a long time, as he pulled up to my apartment complex, we sat in his vehicle staring at one another in total silence. Although he did not speak, his heart was telling me as he moved closer to my lips, "You are the one who will bear my children. You are flesh of my flesh, and bone of my bones. I am forever yours, and you are forever mines, two hearts beating as one."


    The first hit is usually the one that get you hooked. There is nothing like that first high, and oh did he have me soaring, I was so high that I kissed God for sending him my way. But I'm not speaking about sex, that came later on his second visit to the States. This guy had me on a mental orgasm high. He set the perfect trap, and silly me was too far gone to realize that he was on a mission. My knight in shinning armor, soon became the rider on the horse. The enemy had a plan to seek, kill, and destroy. Satan took me high on the mountaintop, and presented me with everything I needed and wanted. I made a choice that backfired, and nearly cost me my life. Stay Tune...




Written By: LaTarsha Preciado
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