Another few hours, and still no sign of Ayalah. Josh’s right fist smashed his desk, and he took out his cellphone, and went to the lap top, to get her number, so he would call her, something he didn’t want to do. For him to call, meant an admission that he needed her, and not the other way around, like it was suppose to be. When he found her number, he tapped it into the screen, only to be met with a shocking message. “Number not found.” Josh’s eyes grew large, his jaw agape. He double checked the number, and tried again. It came up the same result. EVERY TIME. Josh threw himself back in his chair. Bringing his right hand up to his forehead, face palming. He was in deep. He had to have her. Ayalah was like a drug, one that he needed a fix from, in order to stay sane. Leaping up out of his chair, he didn’t even close down his lap top. He left it wide open, as he dashed out of the office, sprinting past Summer, who was about to introduce him to some new members. “Josh…this is Mister and Mrs Holmes…they want……Josh?” But no sooner has she tried to speak, the doors of the gym had closed, and Josh was running for his car.
Josh drove like a fiend, beads of sweat on his brow, even though it was winter. He pulled up outside the apartment complex, that he knew she lived in and got out of his car, running into the foyer. One of the cleaning staff was polishing the floors, and Josh almost tripped over the extension cord, as he reached the intercom. Growling at the cleaner, he went to press in the apartment number, and waited.
He waited for half an hour, staring at the monitor. There was no reply. The cleaner was just about to pack up, when Josh was about pulling his hair out. Thinking a plan, he ran over to the cleaner, pulling out a hundred Euros, and begged to be allowed to be taken up to Ayalah’s apartment. The cleaner rubbed his chin, and then nodded slowly. “Come…I take you.” Josh did a small fist pump, and followed the cleaner to the lifts, which used a special key to get access. Maybe she was asleep? Yes, that makes sense, Josh thought to himself. Arriving on the right floor, he thanked the cleaner, who stepped out to watch. Josh ran down the hall, only to come to an open door. Why would her door be open? Josh quickly entered, only to find, the entire apartment, was empty.
Josh checked every room, till coming back out to the lounge, gripping his ginger hair. “No….no this isn’t happening.” The cleaner came up to the door, and looked in himself. “Who you look for?….This apartment is for rent…long time. Very expensive, and hard to get tenant.” Josh spun around, shocked. “What do you mean? Ayalah lives here.” The cleaner shrugged, and shook his head. “No Sir. No one has lived here in months.”
At Josh’s family home, there was a knock at the door. Josh’s wife, who was having an afternoon brunch with her bridge club ladies, went to answer the door, and found a delivery man, holding a large spray of red roses, and a gift box. “Good afternoon, Madame. This is special delivery…for you.”- Josh’s wife placed her hand to her chest. She was overcome, finding it such a surprise, to see flowers and a gift, from one of the most expensive lingerie stores in Prague. Taking the flowers and the box, she shut the door and trotted through to the good room, where her friends all gushed and giggled, to see her get such gifts. “You lucky girl….Oh he is adorable to do that for you.” They said at various intervals. Josh’s wife blushed and smelt the roses. “This must be his way to make up for this morning. How thoughtful.”
Course, Josh’s wife wanted to show off the gifts, and with eagerness, she tried to open the package. On the top of the rice paper, was a DVD. Taking it out of the package, she turned it over and it said. “Dare me.” Laughing, not knowing what it was, she placed it in the DVD machine and sat back to watch. Soft music started to play, and the words started to roll across the machine. “From a concerned friend.” Josh’s wife and her friends were confused, until the image on the screen changed to that of the Apartment of white. Candles…and then….
“OH MY GOD!” Josh’s wife saw…her friends; saw Josh….with his Ayalah, fucking her like there was no tomorrow. One of the friends, grabbed the box and tore back the rice paper, and screamed. “EWWWW!”- she held up the torn bra…the same one from the DVD. Josh’s wife, promptly fainted. In the back ground, her children had come in the room quietly, and saw their father..with another woman.
At a penthouse, high above Prague, Ayalah was laying back on an antique sofa, dressed in pink silk undergarments, whilst a man in an Armani suit, stood beside her, watching a lap top, that showed a woman in a shower at the gym. Ayalah glanced up, at her guest and smiled.
“She is beautiful isn’t she?”
“She is….and soon, she will be minez vonce more.”
Ayalah tilted her head and smirked.