Cupcake!
She was so soft and sweet.
Like a simple vanilla cupcake with rich chocolate buttercream frosting on top.
Not too expensive to afford, and easy to swallow.
Not too much a burden to your stomach, and a saving grace to your mental health.
She smelled like cinnamon and honey.
So warm.
So familiar.
So tasty.
She always smiled, and never hesitated to said "Yes" whenever you wanted something.
Too bad that was back when she was sixteen.
I lie on the pavement, unable to move or feel my arms and legs. She jumps out of the brand new sleek shining black Porsche Boxster and stands above me. I stare at the huge designer three-carat diamond wedding ring wrapped around her slender finger.
"I've told you not to call me Cupcake!" She yells.
She looks so cute when angry. I can't help letting out a dreamy sigh. She hears my sigh and narrows her oh so beautiful ocean blue eyes. Her wild unruly light brown curls dance in the breeze. I know she's about to kick me in the ribs. Like she usually does. I brace myself for the upcoming pain and hear the sound of an engine approaching. The familiar sound of a sexy, powerful engine. The engine of a Porsche 911 Turbo I know too well. She turns away from me. Like she always does. And I feel like crying. My invincible rival is finally here. No doubt to take her away from me. Again. And forever...
The ever so curious bystanders moan. I know he has just wrapped her in his perfect muscular Mocha Latte arms. The traffic stops. A couple middle-aged women faint and drop to the ground. Great. Now he's kissing her soft red lips. I lie on the ground cursing my fate and hearing them leave. The crowd lets out a collective sigh and disperses. No one pays any attention to me. My hair—the wavy curly longish hair on my head, chest, back, butt, arms and legs— hurts. My whole body aches. I hope someone has already called 911. A pug and a poodle come near and sniff at me. Their owner barks out a sharp command and they trot away from me. I suddenly have a feeling that the ugly little pug wanted(and probably still wants) to pee on me.
My name is Joseph Anthony Morelli. I am a hardworking, highly-praised Trenton police detective. I come from a well-respected, God-fearing local family. I am also known as Trenton's Very Own Italian Stallion. I have a big orange playful dog and a nice cozy 2-story house on a quiet street. And I've just found out the love of my life Stephanie Plum, the Bounty Hunter From Hell, the woman who has been bullying me ever since I was 8 and she was 6, is now married to her mentor and my sworn enemy Ricardo Carlos "Ranger" Manoso, the tall dark handsome mysterious and dangerous Cuban American who owns a very successful security company. The sky darkens. Rain starts to fall. Still I lie on the pavement, unable to move or feel my arms and legs.
This is my life's story.
I hope the merciless raindrops can wash away my misery...
Could somebody please call 911 and ask for an ambulance?
Please?
