She didn't know how long she had been standing there in the mirror looking at her reflection. Who she saw staring back was not Venus but that sad man she had left behind long ago, Vincent. One question kept running through her head over and over again, 'Was this why he left?' Had Alexander seen what she was seeing? A stray tear escaped her right eye as the revelation sink in; she dropped her gaze from the mirror and rubbed her palms together. The light of day had washed away the passion of the night before and like Greg, Alexander regretted what had happened between them.
Greg, hell she hadn't thought about him in years and she wouldn't start now but it was hard not to. What was it with her; she had a thing for bad boy's especially bad boys with hearts of gold. Just like things went sour with Greg she knew that much would be true with Alexander. She turned and headed to the bathroom to shave the atrocity on her face; this part of her daily regimen had slipped her mind in the shower this morning. Venus' thoughts had been on the night before.
It was no secret that she had had sex more times and with more partners that she cared to count but last night had been different. It sounded like a cliché but she didn't care; she had made love to this amazing man who had come out of nowhere right when she needed someone the most. Venus had never been a big believer in fate or coincidences but she had no other way of describing his sudden appearance in her life.
Every moment they spent together since the night at the bus station had been wonderful and gave them both a break from the tortured lives they led. The conversation they had had gave Venus a full view and front seat to Alexander's world. Though the world saw a monster she looked for the reason such a "monster" was shaped, the method behind the madness. What she saw was a man who carried wounds and battle scars from the war of childhood. He was a faithful fan of the underdog and he raged havoc on those who dared prey on the weak. This was what she loved most about him; underneath his icy and brutal exterior was a very humane heart.
This thought brought her back to the present. The look on Alexander's face before he left had spoke volumes; he was definitely freaked out. She cursed herself for letting things get this far. She had told herself not to give in, not to feel but it was a battle she didn't want to win. So when he showed up at her door step and without a word took her in his arms the last of Venus' defenses were dashed.
Finishing up the grueling task that reminded her that she was born and was indeed a man underneath the makeup and frills she looked in the mirror over the sink in search of Venus. "There you are, Venus." Came her southern lilt, she tried for a smile but it didn't come. She breathed deeply and thought about what would happen next. She had to tell him the truth if he came back, oh how she prayed he would back. She just wanted to see him one last time before she did what she knew had to be done. "You were right Greg, a life as mine can never be blessed."
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