KILEY

Something is going to happen today.

This thought wakes me up. It pulls me out of my bed and into my shower. It dresses me up and drives me to the office. 

Something will happen today.

I'm confused, thought I scratch my neck for the upteenth time. It helps me think. 

What will happen today?

Will it be something good? Maybe a new deal or a new contract? Will it be a new woman or something to quench my desires for the night?

At the thought of desires, I can feel my blood rush. I think it'd be very inappropriate to get hard at work. But, I can feel it stirring down there.

I chuckle as my secretary comes in and hands me some files. Her ass is round. It's a normal thing for a guy to notice. And, God, I've been quite horny for a while. 

The day goes by uneventfully. The feeling begins to fade after a while.

Until she busts into my office smelling like spice and fire and everything hot.

My best friend's baby sister, which translates into the fact that's she's also my baby sister. Everything happens so fast and I swear I didn't see it coming at all.

Something will happen today.

Is this it? 

Fuck all these premonitions.

Fuck it all.

Why is she kneeling? What is she saying? Why does it all sound like static in my ear? I try to speak, but all that comes out is alphabets in stutter that start and stop and restart. 

My secretary brings security to take her away, a presumed crazy stranger. But, unlike other times when I'd have felt releived, my chest feels so heavy I think I might fall flat on my arse.

Gabriella is in my office, I'm chanting in my head.

Gabriella is in my office, it starts to make sense.

Like, Gabby the princess is here and she's big and still blonde and asking me to marry her? When did they switch the proposal role without informing me? I'm not aware of this thing. Then again, I'm never aware of these things.

The security look from me to Gabriella on the floor in confusion. Over and over. It's comical. My secretary is holding her heels in her hand and looking like she'd pop from all the anger hiding beneath her flushed face. 

What, exactly, did Gabriella do to get in that situation?

"You may leave us." 

Way to go. What a way to break the silence. 

They start to leave and I pull Gabriella, maybe a little too hard, towards the balcony. We pass the French windows into the balcony I go to relax and clear my head most days. 

"Gabby," I start, unsure of how to explain to her that things don't work the way she thinks it does. "Gabby, I dunno how to tell you this, but, what you just pulled out there was crazy. It is crazy."

She's staring straight ahead, unseeing. I don't understand what it is with her, but I understand that she's not so different even though the roots of her hair is darker. 

I want to tell her so many things. The words almost leave my mouth, but I keep them sealed. 

Maybe one day, I'll tell her, but for now, I need her to understand. That it doesn't work this way. That there are certain unspoken, invisible rules governing love and marriage. And it takes silent observation to learn them.

I'll tell her. But, will she listen?