It was officially Valentine's Day and I, Serenity Champagne, was officially on Cloud Nine. I was no longer celibate, and I was in love with a gorgeous, magnificent man who proudly professed to be in love with me. What more could a woman ask for?
I rushed home from work to prepare for my date. I was surprised to find a Valentine's Gift and a card waiting outside of my door. I expected flowers or candy to be delivered to my office earlier, but I remembered that Jonathan didn't really know where I worked. I grabbed my Valentine's Day surprise and rushed into my apartment to open them. I couldn't wait to see what was inside the beautiful box.
The box was professionally wrapped in vibrant red paper with tiny white hearts, a big white bow resting comfortably on top. Smiling, I slid off the bow and ripped the paper open. I couldn't imagine what it was, but whatever was inside was very light. Maybe a necklace or a locket, I surmised. Taking the top off of the blood red box, I discovered a single long strand of golden dreaded hair.
“What the hell is this?” I asked myself puzzled. “Is this some kind of a joke?”
Confused, I ripped open the card. The inscription simply read, “Happy Valentine's Day, My Secret Love!”
There was a handwritten note as well. The note read as follows:
"Dearest Serenity, please don't be upset with me. Last night meant more to me than you will ever know. You are the only woman I want. I know this in my heart's heart. But you are also the perfect woman for my brother. I love my brother with all that I am. I would never do anything to hurt him, but I'm in love with you, Serenity. Yet, as much as I love you, I will not come between you and my brother. Please know that I will never forget or regret making love to you. Our one night of passion will forever remain between us. My brother must never know. I'm sure that you will agree. I realize that you assumed that I was Jonathan last night, although I hoped at least a small part of you knew my true identity. I cut my dreads, just for a single chance to be in your arms and die away between your thighs. Take this lock of my hair to remember the moment of passion and love we shared. Loving you always from afar, Jason...”
“Oh, my God!” I screamed out, as tears welled in my eyes. “What have I done? Jonathan will never forgive me!”
Deep in my heart, I felt something was different about Jonathan that evening. Hell, even his dick looked different. It was thicker and had somehow lost its curve at the tip. Honestly, I didn't care at that moment. I wanted him, just as much as he wanted me!
“I can't believe I made love to Jason. Could I be in love with twin brothers? No! I can't even fathom the thought. What the hell happened? Why didn't I realize that he wasn't Jonathan?” I babbled out loud as my mind raced a hundred miles a second.
After a considerable amount of thought and contemplation, I decided to simply release myself from any and all guilt and shame of screwing Jason. It was an intense sexual experience that I will never forget, but it was clearly a mistake.
Jason was right. Jonathan could never know about our intimate moment. This will be a secret that I will take to my grave. No one will ever know, not even Shauntay. Sure, I was flattered by Jason's confession of love, but I could not keep his lock of hair or the card with his love letter. I burned them both, immediately!
Yes, I may revisit our passion from time to time in my fantasies and the deepest recesses of my heart. But that secret and those fantasies will forever remain under lock and key. And I have thrown that key into the ocean's abyss. No one will never, ever, ever find out what happened that evening in that sauna, at least I pray it won’t, I say to myself. But then again, I might have to confide in my best friend Shauntay.
With that said, I have to go. It's Valentine's Day and I have to get ready for my date. I have a date with Jonathan, my favorite sweet addiction. He is the one piece of cream vanilla chocolate that I can openly enjoy and claim as my own. The one piece of white chocolate that I will forever devour again and again, on this and every Valentine's Day. I swear this to myself, or I will die trying!