A hot night can blow your socks off considerably. Literally, in Nadja's case...
Previously published in the &C Fine Faulty Bouquet series.
2008, a Friday morning in August, 11am. It is already bloody hot again. Nadja has just woken up. She is just sitting on the sofa with a cup of coffee, still recovering in her bra, when she is startled by the shrill sound of the doorbell. She has absolutely no desire for visitors. From anyone.
But the person at the door thinks otherwise. Apparently he (or she) would love to speak to Nadja anyway, because although she does not answer, the bell keeps ringing. This makes Nadja feel very uncomfortable, because she can hear from the ringing that the uninvited guest is upstairs at her front door. And not, as usual, downstairs in front of the closed entrance door of the small-scale apartment complex where she lives.
Because a one-storey flat is currently empty and thus construction workers are regularly walking in and out to do work, the entrance door is presumably open on the hook today. Nadja also cannot see on the video phone who is at the door downstairs because the visitor has therefore already walked upstairs. Dilemma. Open up or not? If only she had a peephole!
The bell rings again. And again. The person in question is persistent and apparently determined to push his way through. Nadja becomes curious about who this could be, but at the same time an uneasy feeling creeps up on her.
Someone who knows her personally would call her name in an emergency or give her a quick mobile call. This visitor does neither, just stubbornly persists.
Hissing noise
As the ringing continues, Nadja broods drowsily. Who would want to come in at any cost for any reason without calling her first to check if she is home at all? It almost has to be someone she doesn't know personally. In that case, the intrusive ringing even scares her a little.
Nadja is at a loss for words and decides to get dressed quickly. As she tiptoes past the front door where someone is still busy forcing a visit, she suddenly hears a nasty scratching sound. As if someone is taking a file past her door with long strokes.
She also hears grumbling at the lock. Terror strikes Nadja around the heart. Someone is trying to get in!
She does not wait a second longer and calls the police. Meanwhile, the scratching on her door continues as does the prying on her lock. Trying to stay calm, she whispers into the receiver that her house is currently being broken into. She wants the culprit to be caught red-handed so she makes sure the person trying to force her door does not hear her phone call.
The operator in the emergency room answers her and asks her to stay on the line. Meanwhile, she calls her colleagues to tell them to send a car towards Nadja's address as soon as possible. At the door, Nadja now hears some kind of hissing sound. When she goes to look, she can just barely see the draught strip being pulled away between the door and the frame. Whoever is trying to get in is now halfway in!
The operator tries to steal her reassurance and asks what is happening, what she hears and if she is home alone. Where is that police car now!
Pin card
With the phone in her hand, Nadja moved into the long hallway where she has a direct view of the front door. For a moment it is silent. Then she hears a click.
The person on the other side of the door has achieved what he or she wanted and the door slowly opens. Nadja stands there and watches it and is fully aware of how strange it is to see the door being opened by someone who has no key and not knowing who or what is coming next.
Then she finds herself face to face with the culprit.
It's Chris!
He waves his debit card with which he apparently forced the door. Terror strikes her; would he know about Kaj?
'I know him...' is all she can utter to the operator still hanging on the line.
Meanwhile, Chris has closed the door behind him after which he quietly walks through to the living room. 'Who is it?" asks the voice on the other end of the line.
'My friend...'
Pistol
At that moment, she looks straight down the barrel of the gun he is pointing at her from close range. With his other hand, he gestures with his index finger over his lips for her to shut up. Nadja's heart rate shoots up on the spot, she literally hears it pounding in her ear.
Slowly, Chris grabs the phone from her hand and disconnects.
'They are already on their way...' Nadja whispers. Her throat is thick.
'Please put that gun away. I love you!'
Chris looks at her piercingly with his pitch-black eyes.
'Is that so?'
Nadja nods vehemently yes.
'A lot!'
Instead of putting the weapon away, Chris strains the cock of the gun with his thumb, his hard cold gaze fixed on her continuously. Nadja is nauseated with fear. If he pulls the trigger now...
'I hear very different stories...'replied Chris.
'I hear you're fucking some goddamn Yodokus Kwak while I'm at work!'
'Whose Jodokus Kw...'
'Shut up!'
Stretcher
The vein in his neck swells. Flakes of white saliva coming from his mouth swirl through the air. 'I'm running for ridicule in front of the whole village! Look at Chris go, that prick. His bitch is screwing some bat! I'm not taking this, you hear! Not from anyone!'
As tears streamed down her cheeks, he pricked the barrel of his heavy black gun menacingly in her direction with a face reddened with anger with every sentence he uttered.
' I wálg of you, you know that! You're a filthy slut! A dirty, filthy, whore! That's what you are!'
After the deafening shot whose blast still echoes in her ears, Nadja feels how she is carefully shoved into the ambulance on a stretcher.
What's going on. Is she even supposed to be conscious?
'Arterial haemorrhage,' she heard the doctors say.
'Skull base fracture.'
When she finally opens her eyes, it is still half-dark and she is lying on her back in bed. Looking past her body to her feet, she sees that she is covered from head to toe under a large white sheet.
She doesn't understand. Is she dead?
But when she looks again, it turns out she is not lying in a hospital bed but just at home, in her own bedroom. The sun peeks through the crack of the curtains with the familiar leopard print and the white cloth lying over her is also just her own sheet that she had laid down under early this morning because it was too hot to sleep under the duvet. Apparently, she dozed off for a while anyway.
Slowly, she sits up straight.
What a nightmare.
And so lifelike.
She is really sure now, she has to get rid of Chris!
The night before...
Chris and Nadja have been together for six months when Nadja bumps into Kaj at a beach club, a big tanned man. Nadja sees him standing behind the turntable on the beach, where she has been dragged there on a weekday Thursday night - nota bene reluctantly - by her friend Nienke.
Some friends of hers are celebrating their birthdays together here. Nadja barely knows them so she doesn't really know what to do here.
However, that soon changes when she notices the huge blonde sexy Viking of a DJ clearly seeking eye contact with her. At the sight of this nearly two-metre-long muscular giant, clad in a white T.shirt and ditto bermuda shorts under which, despite his trained figure, the outlines of a Burgundian's life are cautiously visible, she knows for sure: this is a serious case Lust At First Sight!
'Thank you beauty,' he says somewhat shyly as he drained the glass of cola she brought him in one gulp. 'On this square metre, may I have this dance from you?'
His touch approaches in her abdominal region the feeling of free-falling on a rollercoaster. With her arms wrapped around his waist and her face pressed against his muscular chest, she smells an exhilarating combination of Hugo Boss and a hint of fresh male sweat.
Just when he looks at her with his green-blue eyes up close and she expects him to kiss her, he slowly but firmly lets go of her to resume his job as DJ.
Russian egg
She does not leave his side for the rest of the evening. Although he is not too talkative, every smile or wink he grants her makes her stomach turn three times.
After the party, when - still silent - he has loaded almost all his stuff into his car, Nadja is unsure whether she will ask him to go with her. Although Chris does not have a key, he still has the annoying habit of showing up at her door unannounced and drunk.
Fortunately, this is not an issue today. Chris is a scaffolder so he just has to work early tomorrow morning. He is probably already long asleep.
'What are you doing, Russian egg?" asks Nienke who is suddenly standing next to her. 'Russian egg' is the nickname her friend has given her herself. 'Russian' because of her Russian heritage, 'egg' because of her not always convenient actions.
Nadja shrugs her shoulders. She has been fed up with Chris for a while anyway. He drinks and snorts more than is good for him and can be quite unreasonable, suspicious and jealous at times.
Just last week, his plate of chips flew across the room. The grease stains are still on the wallpaper and yesterday while vacuuming, she was still pulling petrified chips from under the sofa.
'You know how Chris is,' warns Nienke. 'Please watch out, Nad'.
Then suddenly Kaj stands behind her.
'Boo,' he says dryly. 'Are you coming?'
'My place?" replies Nadja as if on her own.
Fuck Chris, she thinks. Tomorrow I'll break up with him.
Kaj nods. 'Okay.
Before getting in with him, she cast a quick glance at Nienke, who raised her eyebrows high. Nadja knows her friend's look all too well. Nienke is worried. And given Chris' temperament not entirely unjustified. But Nadja is too much in love to dwell on this too much right now.
Cups
In the car, as Eric Prydz' "Call on me!" echoes from the speakers, Kaj looks silently ahead across the road. His eyes are truly beautiful in the pale glow of his dashboard. Long eyelashes too. Full eyebrows. And then those beautiful sultry lips, Nadja could keep looking at him all night. Kaj is clearly uncomfortable under Nadja's stare.
'In the glove box there are CDs,' he gestures.
Nadja likes the music that is on now.
Still, being curious about what he likes, she opens the cabinet and looks at the small selection. Lots of eighties music, she notices. Toto, Duran Duran, Genisis. Collected Hits, but also contemporary Dutch-language rap like Ali B and Yes-R.
Not wrong, but she prefers to stick to radio now.
That still waters run deep is soon proved when once home, Nadja closes the front door behind her and turns to kiss him.
Calm yet intense, he kisses her back taking her firmly by her hair and pressing his warm soft tongue against hers.
Writhing like a snake, she excitedly presses herself against him. Kaj violently kisses her and removes her top, her hands moving automatically to Kaj's crotch. Impatiently, she unzips his trousers, which he himself slips further down in one pull at the same time as his boxers. When she feels his warm, hard erection cup moistly against her lower abdomen, she can no longer control herself.
'Take me, Kaj. Now....!'
America
Lying defenceless under his heavy, strong body, by way of total submission, she lets her arms rest along her head on the floor. Kaj immediately understands what she wants from him.
While he keeps looking at her uninterruptedly, making her feel who is in charge here by means of rock-hard thrusts, he grabs her wrists with both hands so that she has no choice but to let him - staring back into his compelling eyes - do his thing and move along to the rhythm he sets.
Although it is short but sweet, Nadja knows immediately: this should definitely not stop at this one time!
But unfortunately for her, it does. She won't even be able to see him again. When they lie next to each other half an hour later, somewhat tired but satisfied, with their hands intertwined, the high word comes out. Kaj is leaving for America next week for at least a year. And although Nadja promises to wait for him without thinking, he resolutely rejects her offer.
'I would like to, but it will lead nowhere.... 'Owner of a lonely heart, is much better than owner of a broken heart' he quotes the band Yes.
Nadja hates that song on the spot.
When it slowly gets light outside, the birds in the trees wake up and the traffic on the busy street slowly picks up, she is still lying on the floor in his arms after they have redone the heated lovemaking two more times.
Where she was completely ecstatic here earlier, she now lies fighting her tears. How ridiculous is it that a man she has known for barely six hours should trigger such strong feelings in her?
No. 8
When the inevitable moment arrives and Kaj has left after yet another extended goodbye kiss, Nadja, with a stone in her stomach, runs like a zombie to her bedroom to get some sleep.
It's bloody hot under the duvet. Too hot. She decides to lie under a sheet, hoping to doze off for a while. Pfff... hot!
As she gets up and walks back to the kitchen to make coffee, she suddenly sees a CD on the table with a yellow post-it on which it says: "No 8. Miss you already. K."
When she plays the song and the sounds of Duran Duran's 'Say a prayer' fill her room, she spontaneously bursts into tears.
And you wanted to dance so I asked you to dance
But fear is in your soul
Some people call it a one night stand but we can call it paradise
By now it is 11 a.m., it is already blistering hot. She is still recovering on the sofa in her bra with a cup of coffee, when she is startled by the shrill sound of the doorbell.
She has absolutely no desire for visitors. From anyone...
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