Last time on Love Me Not
The last time she went out in that was when she went out on a date with him.
Such memories.
Chapter 2: Why She Hates Them
"Are we there yet?" whined Sango. She sat in the passengers seat, unable to see anything with the blindfold over her face. "We've been driving for a while now."
The male driver laughed. "You sound so cute when you get impatient."
"I'm not impatient. But I soon will be if we don't stop soon."
"Relax honey. We're here." He silenced the engine and got out to open the door for her.
She tightly gripped his hand and happily bounced up and down. "Can I?"
"Let me." He carefully undid the fold and placed a kiss on her forehead, "Happy Birthday Sango."
"Oh. My. Gawd." Her eyes were set upon one of the most popular and largest restaurants in town where dozens of people waited outside just to get in. She squealed and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Oh my gawd!"
He grinned and walked her across the street to the building. He flashed a small card to the two heavyset guards that stood in front. They approved and removed the red rope from the door to let them pass.
"You should have told me where we were going. I could have dressed properly."
He kissed her cheek. "You're fine the way you are."
She scanned the room where countless people, mostly couples, were seated while being waited upon by suited-up waiters. Far to the tight on the stage was a beautiful red-headed woman singing old blues tunes. Her voice was as soothing as a mother's lullaby.
"Oh Jon. This place is wonderful."
"Nothing but the best for you my dear." He sat her to a table that was located next to one of the windows. The view of the night city was shown.
She giggles and brightened the room with her smiled. She stared at her handsome boyfriend who's long hair was neatly tied into a ponytail, nice bod was covered by a clean crisp gray suit, and almond shaped sea-blue eyes that were locked on hers.
"Wh-what's wrong?" She asked, still not quiet use to his intimate stare after all these years, "Is there something on my face?"
"Besides beauty? Of course not."
She was unable to control her giggle-fit. "Stop it."
"Stop what?"
"You know." It was a silly nerve habit of hers whenever something made her happy.
Jon reached over the table and touched her rosy red cheek, making his way over towards her plump lips. "Your giggles are so cute."
Sango kissed the fingers that rested upon her. If it wasn't the sex, which was good, she loved just being in his presence.
Of course, it was totally different from when they first met. He pulled what he called 'smooth lines' on her and literally decided that she was the one for him.
How the hell does one decide something such as that!
Not taking his words lightly, Sango vowed to never get involved in a relationship with such a guy. But supposedly later on, after more sucking up to and a little gift giving, she gave into him. Love-struck with this 'smooth talker', she gave her entire self to him and they've been together for nearly five years.
It was John who helped her pursue the fashion career and not waste precious energy one something that had a small percent of coming true. Singing.
"Are you having a good time?" John asked.
"I'm having a great time," she replied, sticking a small morsel of the juicy steak, covered in a spicy sauce in her mouth that the waiter dropped off. It was a bit too spicy, but she could handle it. "And we're going to have an even greater time when we get home."
He moistened his lips with his tongue, and gave a devilish grin. "Ooo, I like the sound of that." He pushed a small piece of strawberry cake from his side of the table to hers. "Take a bite out of this. I hear it is one of the top deserts here. Also, I had it specially filled with something extra for you."
She hadn't finished her mouthwatering steak, but being the yes-man, she used her index finger and dug into the cake. Pulling it outward, came a red goo on her finger. She eased it into her mouth and sucked until it was cleaned off.
John leaned forward with his eyes on her, seeming to become aroused by her skillful tongue. "Mmm, do it again baby."
She did as commanded and swished her finger once more around the cupcake. Instead of bringing it back out, she kept it inside. Something was in there besides the strawberry goo. It felt to be metallic. Kind of circular with something else that was assumed to be a rock. Using her other finger, she split the desert in two, and revealed a ring with half-carrot diamond.
"Oh God," Sango whispered. "John. Is this… what I think it is?"
He took the ring from the cake and placed it onto her finger. It was a perfect fit. "Sango dear. Will you marry me?"
Marry? Was this for real? After all these years of being together. All the warm mornings and lustful nights. Every one cherished greatly. Sango always expected, or wanted, something like this to happen and here it was. "Yes. Oh, John, yes!"
He made his way around the table to her and wrapped his arms around her slender waist. "You don't know how happy I am"
"Neither do you." The temptation of tears was overwhelming.
His grin and the happiness he felt was short-lived when he caught a glimpse of the woman in a distance who stepped into the restaurant. "Oh shit…"
Sango blinked. "Honey what's the matter?"
The woman was thick in all the right places as she scanned the room for someone with her hands sitting girlishly on her hips. Spotting her person, she walked like a model down a runway in the sparkly red strapless dress towards Sango and John.
"Sango, dear, we have to leave," he said.
"What for?" she asked, frowning. "We haven't been here long, and I'm not done with my steak…"
"We can ask for a takeout box, and eat the rest at home."
"But I want to eat here." There was something in his voice that made her suspicious. "What's with you?"
Not wanting her to sense what was really wrong, he replied with, "Nothing dear." Time to pull one of the lines that never ceased to fail him. "I'm just in a hurry to get you home so I can have you all to myself." He kissed the back of her hand and smiled.
Just as he predicted, she returned his smile. "That's so sweet. How can I say no to that?" How could she have been silly to have suspect him, the man that was going to be with her for years to come?
"Don't," he replied.
"Okay." Throwing her purse over her shoulder, she took him by the hand and headed for the door that was located from the opposite where the woman was rushing in. Whoever she was, sure sent a wave of panic and concern through John.
Just as Sango barely touched the golden handle, a hand roughly grapped her by the wrist. It hurt. And it wasn't John. The hand overpowered her request of letting go, and forced her to turn around.
Face to face, eye meeting eye, Sango gaped at the heavyset woman that matched her height.
"Um, excuse me-"
"Yes, excuse you," interrupted the woman. Her newly arched eyebrows were drawn together, showing the seriousness of her expression. "Who are you and mind telling me why are you with that man?"
"That man is my man."
"Hah! What the fuck ever."
"Excuse me?" She turned to John who looked pretty dumbstruck right now. "Who is this woman?"
"I honestly have no idea," he replied, trying to maintain his cool. "Sango, lets go."
The woman stepped in front of the two, blocking their exit. "Just as I thought. That's exactly what you'd normally hear from a man who's gotten a bitch pregnant."
"What!" Sango froze. Was this happening? Well of course it was. But. John was with her. The same John who said he loved her on countless occasions. The same John who gave her those cheap yet sweet presents when there was no need to. The same John who just proposed to her! Oh God. The world was spinning.
John reached out to help her balance but was stopped when she rejected it. "Sango no…"
"No is right." Her voice rose as high as a mouse. "How could you do this to me?"
"And me!" the big woman added in. "After three years, you would have thought I'd left you after the last two women."
Three years? Last two women? The world spun faster.
"You are at a lost for words for once," Sango said, managing to speak while so many curse words dared to reach the tip of her tongue. "That's okay thought. I think I heard enough."
John's eyes widen. "Sango dear, can we talk this out? Honestly, it's you I want to be with. Please, don't do this to me!"
"You should have thought about that three years ago. What comes around, goes around." She grabbed a glass of red wine from a table where a couple sat and threw the drink on him before walking out the door. "Come to my apartment to get your things. They'll be waiting for you outside."
Grabbing the other glass on the table, the women did the same to him, making her grand exit. "Jerk."
The two took Sango's car to the restaurant so he would have to find another way of transportation home. A ten mile walk should give him enough time to clear his head for what pathetic excuse he might try to give her a s a last result.
Now embarrassed, with a swollen throat from that damn steak sauce, and worst of all, a tattered heart, she started the car and drove out of the full parking lot and into the busy night road.