Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 109178 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 546(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109178 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 546(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
“What? That people say he’s psychic?”
“Yeah.”
“I would not have until it happened to me. I don’t believe in psychics, well, I didn’t. I’d still never go to someone claiming to be one but this guy, this man was different, Nadia. He is so in tune with people that it’s scary.”
“What happened?” Her eyes widened and she leaned forward, soaking in every word.
“He uh, he said some things he couldn’t possibly have known about me. They were very specific. Like, you’d have to be a fly on the wall to know this shit. Super precise. The entire consultation was hair-raising. Not only is this man extremely intelligent and down-to-Earth, Nadia, the guy lives what he talks about. He walks the walk. I have some of his books if you wanna see them.”
“Is he a cult leader or something? This some emotional pyramid scheme?” She smirked.
“No, of course not. I learned a lot from him. About the world. About women. About me. I’ll just leave it at that.” He shrugged. “I don’t really wanna get too heavy into that right now, but just remind me about the books if you’re interested.” She nodded in agreement. “Back to the topic. My point is, in regard to you thinking I want to change you, like I said, I won’t have to. There’s a season for everything.”
“I see you’re still a deep thinker. I think people were always surprised about that… findin’ out you’re not just some meathead. You like to learn. To read. To discover. All of that aside, Mr. Universe, you don’t actually know me anymore, not enough to be able to tell me what I want. No offense, and as far as—”
“None taken.”
“And as far as you not being concerned about any of this, well, I find that hard to believe.”
“Why?”
“I remember you being a little jealous and possessive when a guy would hit on a woman you were with, or—”
“You just said that I don’t know you anymore. Alluding to the fact that too much time has passed, and you’re all grown up. Well, that can go both ways. In some ways, like a leopard, a man or woman never changes their spots. Who we are at our true core rarely changes, but we can evolve. We can improve.”
“We can devolve, too.”
“That goes without saying. What’s understood doesn’t need to be explained, but I can control myself better now. You’re not the only one who is older. Time snatches everyone at the same seconds, minutes, and hours of the day. We are all revolving around the sun. The same calendar rules every living thing. No one is left out. There are no Benjamin Buttons, either. Life is not happening in reverse. In honesty though, ’cause no other motherfucker knows me better than my own self, I’m still a little possessive, yet not jealous. Don’t confuse the two.”
They went quiet for a spell.
“I sell my body, but I’m not a prostitute. And I like how I look naked. I like it when people wanna fuck me, but can’t.”
Now she had to know she was poking at the bear. Saying things to try and gauge his reaction. She was almost getting off on the idea of tormenting him this way. Testing the waters. Not that she wasn’t being one hundred percent honest, of that he was sure. She licked her lower lip as if trying to gather a drop of sweet nectar before it dried up. Her gaze narrowed on him as she did so, then she leaned forward ever so slightly, allowing her Asian style silk robe to fall open, exposing part of her breast.
“Are you trying to convince me, or you?” She didn’t respond to his question. Instead, she grabbed her glass and took a sip of her drink. “Makes me no difference. Like I said, I don’t have anything to worry about. One day, you’ll stop, and not because I asked you to. Not because you’re ashamed. Not because your mother didn’t raise no dummy and I’m not the boss of you. Not because you were bullied into it, either. But because you’ll remember that your body is worth more than any price you could charge to see or touch it.”
“It’s just skin. Who I am on the inside is never for sale.”
“If it’s just skin, then you wouldn’t care if someone tattooed the word ‘SHITHEAD’ across your titties. If it’s just skin, you wouldn’t care about how moisturized and firm it was for your shows, and what clothing you put on it to make yourself look even more beautiful. The expensive perfumes… You wouldn’t be concerned about piercings, covering scars with makeup and the like. You glow. You take damn good care of yourself. If something is worthless, you wouldn’t put so much effort into it.”
“I didn’t say I didn’t want my outer appearance to look good, or that physically I’m worthless. I’m saying that it’s not as important as my mind,” she pointed to her temple, “and who I am on the inside.”