Angel Eggs

His bedroom suffered severely from minimalism. Bed, dresser, alarm clock. That was it after all what was the point in decorating the place when he only used it for sleeping. He headed in and locked the door behind him then headed over to his dresser. When he was sure that nobody was going to bother him he dug into his pocket and drew out the blue egg. He looked the thing over for a long moment then set it on his dresser. He was getting to attached to the thing. Getting attached to thing was a bad thing that meant that you had something to loose. He turned around walking a few steps away from the dresser then froze.

His mind flooded suddenly with a million things that could go wrong at this moment, the egg. He spun around to look at it, it could fall off of the dresser and shatter, it could be taken from where it was sitting. His eyes went to the door. Nobody could get in here but him and his personal maid. She would steal it! No. She was trustworthy and who would steal an egg? A plain blue egg, it was an oversized Easter egg for the love of the Gods.

He walked forward picking it up and walked over to the bed and set it down there. So that it couldn’t roll off even going so far as to bunch his blankets up like a nest just in case… of what? A fucking earthquake. He gave himself a glare in his mirror then headed for his private bathroom that was adjoined to the room. He needed a shower, he needed to wash off and wake up.

To get ready for the date that he was to go on with Marina, they were going to play the loving couple tonight for two other couples that she was friends with, one of the couples consisted of a women like Marina cold and cunning, she knew what she wanted and would do anything to get it hence her husband, Kevin was seventy three years old, he used to be a business man and a great one founding a several companies and had a net worth that put Damascus to shame, he was a kind man though a bit off in his old age. His wife Yulee aka Malibu Barbie was twenty three and she ’loved’ him.

Or at least she loved his wallet. The man didn’t seem to mind this though, after all he got to sleep with a woman that much younger and all he had to do was spend money on her. It was a winning deal to him.
The other couple was Dennis and Shinto, one was a midlevel executive who was going no where in his career but towards a mental break down, hence the new addition to his life. Shinto was a yoga instructor, a acupuncturist, and during his spare time grew organic vegetables for private use. Yes. He. Growing bored with his wife of seven years, his house with the white picket fence, and his three kids Dennis left losing all of it for another man.

He would never understand that one.

Damascus stripped down and tossed his clothing in the open laundry basket and stepped into the shower. A soft moan of pleasure escaped his mouth as the three streams of water from the three separate shower heads poured hot water down on his body washing away tiredness and sweat from his trip. With it when the stress of the trip, the guilt of the theft of the egg, and the weirdness that came with that dreams of his. It was just him finally being able to relax….

“DAMASCUS! Its time to go!”

But there it was, that shrieking banshee woman that could ruin anything if she could get her claws into it. He had to keep her away from his egg he though vehemently. Then he set to work scrubbing himself down hands sliding over his damp skin to rid himself of the dirty feeling that traveling gave you. He then set to working the shampoo and conditioner in one stuff through his hair. Yet another of his saving time tricks. Course once it was all done and he was clean he waited. And waited. And waited. Mostly because the idea of making that wench wait on him was more then amusing.

“Damascus.”

Why did her voice sound as if it were closer this time? It wasn’t as if she was able to get into his room right? Then he heard footsteps, “What’s this? An egg? Did you bring some kind of disgusting animal home with you? Dirty things they belong outside or in cages Damascus not sitting on your bed. Honestly your going to get sick!”

Damascus went cold all over. Was she touching it? Her filthy hands all over that? He rushed out of the shower hearing a quiet curse from the woman which made him grab a towel wrapping it around his hips and burst out of the bathroom, “What the hell are you doing in here!” He snapped.

Her head jerked up and she starred at the wet, angry creature that was her future husband and nearly swooned. It was no wonder that all of the women around were so attracted to him. He was gorgeous. All tanned skin, hard muscles, and dark hair. Sexy the way that he looked at the moment, wild even. She blinked then looked away, “I merely came in to tell you that we were going to be late no reason to have a heart attack over it.” She said making him suddenly feel like a scolded child. His eyes went over to the egg which was sitting where he had put it and then back to her.

“Get out so that I can get dressed.” He said his voice slipping back to normal.

“I already saw but I suppose I can leave for the sake of being proper.” She said then headed for the door her eyes warm. This put a whole new perspective on things, made her want to have him all that much more. Made her even like the idea of wanting him as more then just a trophy husband. He certainly was put together nicely wasn’t he?

Why was it he felt like that woman was sizing him up the a person in a deli does meat? He gave a shiver not in a million years, the idea of bedding that woman gave him chills and bad dreams at night. Heading over to the closet he got out a pair of black slacks and a simple white shirt to go with them. He wasn’t in the mood to get fully dressed up for a dinner that would end with him having to see an old man kissing a girl that could be his granddaughter or two guys kissing.

What was he getting himself into? He should have stayed out longer. Maybe called and told Marina that he was going to be a few more days, that the meeting was running long? But no. The entire ordeal with the egg had gotten him so damn flustered that he had gone straight away home.

His eyes went over to the egg as he dressed, then why was it that creature in his dream, that beautiful blue eyed young man wouldn’t leave his mind? Why was it when he thought of himself near that one he didn’t at all get weirded out? He walked over to the bed and sat down. He picked up the egg, it felt oddly warm. Was the fact that it was sitting on the bed wrapped in blankets making it so that it wasn’t losing the warmth from when he had it in his pocket? That was odd. He looked it over then his face paled…

The egg had cracked.

He set it down carefully. Marina. She had broken his egg… Why was it that he was filled with a sense of despair at that? He sighed and got up to finish getting dressed. See he was right, you allow yourself to get attached to something and you were bound to loss that thing. Its just how things went. Happiness was just a ruse to get people through their lives. He grabbed a pair of socks and his shoes heading out of his room. This was just a taste of things to come, Marina, staying with her meant that he was going have to deal with a lot of childish things all of the sake of keeping a good front on his life for others to see.

Damascus slammed the door behind himself and locked to despite not really having anything left in his room to protect from anyone.