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Last Valentine’s Day
60 Stories in 30 Days — #3
Do you love him? Then you need to let him know.
My heart beat double-time as I watched through the lens of the camera as I took pictures of David Sultry — his eyes open and wide, perfectly accentuated by lavish eye make-up to make his gaze pop even wider than usual — for the magazine Cameo. I had gotten the gig through an agency just for the hell of it as extra cash. But all the while I watched him through the lens as if I were hungering after something soft and sweet.
But he wasn’t a soft and sweet man. I had slowly begun to learn that inch by inch. He wasn’t mercurial by any means, but he was a schemer behind the scenes. He laughed at the way women tripped over themselves for him. Even his ex, a Japanese singer by the name of Atashi, didn’t make it any secret that she felt she had been fooled by him each and every time.
“Don’t listen to him when he talks,” Atashi had said, grinning for the limelight in an interview. “He’s got a swagger, true, but you’ll just be burned if you follow him any which way.”
But there was something David didn’t know.
I knew what he had been before the spotlight. He didn’t recognize me — of course he didn’t — but it had already been fifteen years since we last saw each other. Guys like him didn’t have a memory…
