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~Mini Peacelet~
Part 11
"Nik?" She could never forget that voice. Never. A rich cockney accent laced with lavish confusion. It rolled off the tip of her elegant tongue so effortlessly. Naturally. Flummoxed and stunned, the brunette gradually inclined forward so she was perched on the edge of the sun lounger. A faint perturbed sensation was bubbling in the pit of her stomach as she flicked her sunglasses in the air, revealing her angelic orbs that were a corresponding colour to the blue lagoon cocktail, and raked them through her damp, chestnut-coloured hair to rest on top of her head.
Nikki's orbs fluttered as she attempted to concentrate her hazy vision on the petite woman standing in front of her; a galaxy of angelic, golden locks, well maintained and curled into luscious, loose ringlets, tumbling like sudden gushes of dense, translucent silk as it spiralled over her curvy shoulders, and a dainty frame of sun-kissed skin that proudly sported a Chanel bikini. Hot red, lipsticked lips; lips that produced tender, exquisite, and seductive kisses, she reminiscence. Foundation applied equally to her unblemished contours, concealed with bronzing blusher, and her thick eyelashes were highlighted with coats of her finest, jet-black mascara. Lorraine. Lorraine Donnegan.
She scuffled feebly to compose a sentence and failed miserably, faltering mutedly over one, uncomplicated word, "L-lorrain-e?" Her pitch was squeaky and pathetic, virtually inaudible. Conflicting to recover from the reckless trance that had temporarily consumed her, all she was able to accomplish was staring foolishly at the multi-millionaire as her breath caught in the back of her parched throat.
Christine peered over the top of her favourite book, following her wife's gaze as she instantly learned why the brunette was in a fluster. Neither of them had anticipated actually encountering the blonde who was rarely at the resort; they considered themselves rather unlucky. Suspending from Lorraine's slender arms were a pair of Louboutins shoes - typical Lorraine style, and she wouldn't expect anything less from the wealthy woman. She was mindful towards Nikki though, it couldn't have been straightforward and painless being unintentionally united. And she wasn't stunned by the brunette's initial reaction. She was positive that the ex's hadn't spoken since Lorraine's abrupt departure.
The ambience was icy and awkward between the females, no one really comprehended what was appropriate to say. The affluent blonde's dazzling orbs had tactfully scanned the area surrounding Nikki, discovering on her own, without any contribution from anyone else, who was accompanying her past lover in the Bahamas. Breaking the silence, Lorraine spoke, "Long time no see, I never imagined seeing you here."
"And I never visualised that this would be your next investment." Christine chose to reply, dropping her book by her side, after detecting that her wife still remained in a faint daze and was attempting to steady her raspy breathing. Tone hinted with vague callousness, she didn't exactly care is she dismayed the younger lady; they had never agreed on anything, and she had perceived the battle Nikki had fought with herself following the bitter breakup.
Lorraine shrugged sincerely, "I'm full of surprises." She glanced between the pair repeatedly, her sparkling eyes fixated on a precise item that was mutual between Christine and Nikki. And something she could never have conceived. "Engaged or married?" She questioned, manner laced with curiosity.
"Neither," Nikki's response was instant; sharp and cutting. Both blondes twisted their heads simultaneously to observe the brunette who had escaped her captivating paralysis, returning to reality and conscious of everything being articulated.
A frown succumbed her previously peaceful features, latent with perplexity, "So, you're on holiday as friends?" She hazarded a rational guess since no one immediately enlightened her, "I'm sure your wife really approves of that, Nik; on holiday with another woman." Sarcasm, she was certain that the brunette's interest only remained in females, "And Christine, does your partner approve?" She was dubious to Christine's sexuality; she'd always thought she was straight but now she was unsure since she was holidaying in a resort currently focusing on lesbian clientele.
"We're both single, Lorraine." The brunette corrected, clarifying any thoughts, "A lot has happened since you left, and Christine and I have become good friends. Christine won a free holiday to this resort, but it was to stay in a honeymoon suite. She tried to change it, but didn't succeed. And she asked me to accompany her because she didn't know anyone else who wouldn't be put off because it's lesbian season. So, to prevent complete strangers asking why two friends are sharing a honeymoon suite and having to explain, because let's be honest, they'll just think we're crazy - which we probably are - but it just meant less hassle." The uncomfortable aura had subsided faintly, Nikki incapable of confining her mild amusement as she recalled the obtuse and daft story herself and Christine had produced.
During Nikki's account of why her and Christine were wearing wedding bands, Lorraine had dissolved into laughter; the rich giggle the English teacher adored. It was tickling but implausible, "Do you really think I'm crazy enough to believe that?" She narrowed her beating gaze, speaking on a more serious note.
"Well it's the truth, Lorraine. If you choose not to believe it, then that's your choice." Christine stated plaining, still disliking the blonde's ability to pick at what she elected to believe.
Pursing her gracefully glossed lips together, "Congratulations by the way." She gestured to the generous stone that glistened in the sun beams, attached to a high caret of gold. Silently, she suspected it was a diamond, everything Lorraine owned was expensive and copious. The abundant blonde had evidently confronted her fear of emotions.
"Thank you," Lorraine beamed, displaying her pearly-white teeth, "We're getting married next year. Her names Annabelle, I met her back in London, we're business partners."
"I'm glad you're happy." Nikki's words were genuine, but dash with faint awkwardness at the topic.
"Thanks, I really am. It was nice to see you again, I'd best go though. I've got things to sort out, you know what it's like, I'm always busy."
The brunette nodded, "Likewise, bye for now."
"Bye," Lorraine replied softly before ambling away, hips swaying rhythmically with her steps, and when she traded the white sands for concrete, she slipped her dainty feet into her designer heels.
"I hope we don't meet anyone else that we know." Christine sighed dramatically, clasping her fingers round her book.
Nikki nodded in harmony, "I agree, I think I need another cocktail now."