16. Olivia
Chapter sixteen
Olivia
When I wake up the following day, I first thank whatever higher power is above that I don’t have work today. I am sore in all the right places. I reached over to find the other side of the bed empty and cold; of course, he had run off. I look at my clock, and it’s 11 am. Wow! I haven’t slept that long in a long time. Alex must have worn me out last night. When I stretch, something crinkles under my arm. I see a piece of paper folded in half with my name written on it sitting on the pillow.
Azúcar,
I'm sorry, but I had to leave early this morning. I had to be at work by 7 a.m. You looked too beautiful sleeping to wake up. I kissed you on the head before I left. I had the most amazing night last night.
Thank you.
Hoping to sleep next to you again soon.
Alex
Azúcar? I remember him calling me that multiple times last night. What the fuck does it even mean. When I pull up Google, I look up the translation, Sugar. I wonder why he calls me 'sugar'. I will have to ask him the next time I see him. I wonder when the next time will be. In his note, he says 'soon,' but what is his definition of 'soon'? He will be in my bed again tonight if I have it my way. That has to be the best sleep I have had in a long time.
I finally get out of bed and go to the kitchen. I put a pod in the coffee maker and wait for it to brew the liquid life into a cup. When my coffee finally finished, I pulled up my social media and started scrolling through all the posts. Nothing is exciting – drama and pregnancies – it seems. I log off and grab my book from the side table. As soon as I am cozy and ready to dive into my book, my phone buzzes on the table. I jump and spill my coffee all over the front of me. Fucking great! Just what I need today, burnt titties with a side of irritation to start my day off right.
I grab my phone and see my twin’s name on the screen: Oliver. He is still in our hometown in New York, working as the CFO for a major corporation.
Oliver: Hey, sis! I'm attending a conference in San Diego next month. Can I stay with you?
Fuck yes! Twin time! I can’t wait. It has been two years since I have seen my twin. He has been swamped becoming the new CFO, and my shifts at the station have been shitty, so this will give us time to catch up, and it’s right next to our birthdays! Growing up, we were inseparable; we had always been best friends, and it weirded everyone out. Apparently, if your twin is the opposite gender, you can’t be best friends with them. We said fuck that rule.
Me: Fuck yeah, you can! I can't wait. Could you send me the dates when you get them?
As I texted my brother, I remembered my shirt was wet from coffee. Now that it’s cooling off, you can absolutely see my bra through this shirt. I need to shower before I can run any errands planned for today.
I go to the bathroom, heat the water, and remove my coffee-stained clothes. When I finally look up in the mirror, I look thoroughly fucked; my hair is a rat’s nest, my eyes are sparkling, and my lips still look swollen. Last night was a great time; I am glad I went against my better judgment and went to the diner with Alex that first night. It has been a long time since I have had a smile this big on my face.
I wish at the end of the night we didn’t have to stop that Andrew fucker. His arrogant ass blows my mind. How could he possibly think he did nothing wrong when he kicked Rachel in the stomach?
Sometimes, I feel like I should have gone into forensic psychology. I want to know why these people think the way they do. Why is their fucked up brain saying these things are ok? Maybe I will have to find someone to ask about it. I don’t have the patience to talk to people like that. I don’t have the caring nature needed to speak kindly to criminals.
I'm walking downtown, taking in all the shops around. I don’t need anything for myself, but we are in October, and not only is my birthday and my twin’s birthday coming up, but we have Thanksgiving and Christmas. I need to buy all my gifts while I have time off.
I walk around trying to think of something to get my twin for our birthday, and honestly, I can’t think of anything. We both don’t care for gifts, but we try. Maybe I'll tell him, let’s get a gag gift for our birthday. That will be fun, and we'll have good laughs and create memories that will last forever.
I walk up to a sex store, and looking in the window, I can see a display in the back with dildos of all shapes and sizes; that’s when an idea hits me! I am going to buy Oliver a massive dildo for his birthday! The door jingles when I walk into the little store, and all eyes are on me.
“Hi, Sweetheart. Welcome in. What can I help you find?” She is so kind; why am I so embarrassed? I am a grown woman; I shouldn’t be embarrassed.
I cough nervously. “Um, yeah. I am looking for the most ridiculous dildo you have in the store. I am looking for a birthday gift for my twin brother.” She doesn’t even flinch. She jumps up and claps her hands. “Yay!” she squeals. “I love gag gifts!”
She walks over to the display table that I was looking at through the window. A sign says, “Take your fantasies to the next level.” That's when I knew I had made the right choice to come here. The nerves are disappearing as I look through the dildos. There is everything from a wolf dragon dildo to a Kracken dildo, even an alien dildo. Then, the perfect dildo comes into view. It is a Krampus gold at the top and ombres to green on the penis part. There is a black base with a suction cup on it. I look at the size, and holy shit, it is 20.25 inches circumference of the base! And the head is 7.9 inches! This thing is massive! It is 11.9 inches in total length! It is absolutely perfect! Oliver is also obsessed with everything Krampus. This will make all his fantasies come true!
I grab the Krampus dick and turn to the clerk. “This one is perfect, please.” Her eyes light up, and she turns beet red in the face. “Um. Great choice!” she says, and I swear I hear her say I know from experience under her breath as she walks away. She rings me up, puts it in a brown paper bag, and then wraps it in tissue paper. I might leave it like this for Oliver since it’s already wrapped up. I debated on telling Oliver I was giving a gag gift, but fuck that! This is way better as a surprise.