His Home

The trip back home was a quiet one, no tumbles in the air, the business class part where he stayed did not have any squealing babies, in fact it was not occupied by anyone except for him, and a few of his own teams countrymen.

He listened as they conversed of what they're going to tell they're firms, what they would keep on the report and what would be kept in memory.

He smiled inwardly as he overheard one of them tell the other that he would taunt his envious co workers with this new found accomplishment, another telling the rest that they would keep they're parisian adventure high on they're resumes.

He on the other hand was not excited on the familiar faces he would see, his broad frame filled the spacious seating, the effect of his bored stare out the window set most of the females on board gushing at the beauteous male specimen on board.

He wasn't oblivious to his looks, but he wasn't one to dwell on it much, looks change and he was never vain, though secretly he had relished the way she had eyed him, from under her lashes, the coy way she would search him from his neckline down to the length of his chest, she wasn't like most of those blushing maidens his mother threw his way, she looked at him in a knowing way, as if she could tell the effect she had on him.

She was practiced now, long gone was the secluded girl he knew, now she was a full fledged lady true. She could bring any man to his knees if she tried.

He tossed his silly imaginings away, clamping his jaw tight.

It didn't matter anymore.He slid back into his seat, Soon he will be home.

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He woke up once more with a start, a friendly stewardess had patted his arm to rise him for lunch, he rubbed his eyes open and took the humble meal offered.

"Would you care for anything to read, Monsieur?" Asked the attendant, he merely nodded in answer.

She brought it a couple of business magazines and a newspaper, he picked up the later, intending to go through the new happenings of his local territory.

The front pages read of political outrages, civil wars, massacres and the usual going on of the very disturbed region, but to most this was unaffected news, he ran through it all with boredom registering that naught has been done about the many pressing situations, he surprised a yawn struggling to bring all the pages together so he could go on ahead with his meal.

And all of a sudden he saw it.

In memory of Sheik X….

He double checked the name again and again just to make sure he had not mistaken it, it read after that of his sons and where the funeral reception would take place, there was a small column of the passing mans many tributes to society, but other than that he did not care to read on.

His dark eyes shifted to look outside his window in bafflement, questions running through his head, his awestruck gaze taken in the familiar piece of landing below.

Are you back?

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It took him a while to find out all the details after that, and they weren't happy ones.

From what he could snatch up from his mothers gossip, it seemed that she had come back, a fallen woman of divorce.

"Poor thing he did not leave her a thing. What a cruel cruel man!" Said his mother, putting down her tea cup, "Such a lovely girl, so young." she said tutting.

"So she came back? She's all alone in that house?" He heard his sister ask, her face sallow.

"I hear some of her relatives asked her to move in with them, but she refused, Though I do not think she will stay there for long, people are talking, and it won't do for a woman to live alone, divorced or not."

"Poor girl." Murmured his sister, younger and way behind in experience to understand the full meaning of their mothers lectures.

He decided to rise, taking up the most natural excuse that he had to leave for a smoke.

"You better stop with that. "Said his mother sternly, "Did you read those journals I left you about the dangers of smoking…Oh you never listen to me! Just go, go!" said his mother at his unflinching back,as usual ignoring her advisory barbs.

Truth be told he was not leaving to smoke, he had crossed the hallways of the newly decorated house, down the gardens to the garage.

He retrieved his SUV and drove off, to an olden place.

The streets here smelled of Jasmines, her old house; a white Andalusian inspired mansion, with peeling walls, he parked his car far from the house, deciding to take a look around with out the added attention of a motor.

His hand touched the gilded fence, Its been years since he had come here last, he had refused to come back.

They're naughty escapades as children always started off here, with her house as they're starting point, as young adults she had looked down on him from her mothers balcony, too pretty for words, seeming to him like a forbidden princess he would have to wait to touch.

But then it had all happened too quickly, he had applied for college knowing full well who his bride would be when he would come out triumphant but he had lost her, In an instant.

And now, it seemed that he might gain her back in that same amount of time.

God, You never quit! You pin for her even though she treated you like a dog!

His mind seemed to say, but he ignored it, always the rebel, his eyes watchful behind the aviator sunglasses, it was already dusk but he hadn't bothered taking them off just yet.

Do I dare?

He asked himself, a devilish smile already on his lips as he held on the railing, stepped up the fence, and hung on to ledge, tossing himself on to the other side, down to the familiar berry bushes.

Now, where are you?
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Okay loves, I almost did not post this today, but I went to bed with a churning mind, had to get up and finish  to post.

Damn, isn't the He delish? A friend of mine read the posts and was like "OMG, You created the perfect clinging man!" LOL, do you think the male character of this is clingy?

I personally think he's a helpless romantic with a dark side to him, but here's to you…love to know what you think. :)