Destiny’s big joke

Rita’s story

11.07.2019, 10:30 AM, London hospital

It has been three months since I cannot see and cannot use my feet. At least that was what the doctors told me. I was lucky to be alive but to whom I have to thank for this miracle? I have to thank God, for sure. Like in a dream, I did felt strong arms pulling me out of that car in flames. On the contrary, what the doctors said I have remembered was the day of the accident. I recall those headlights coming closer and closer and me pulling the steering wheel to try to avoid the collision. I did avoid it but ended up smashing the railing right into the dark field. Then there was the fire, the hot fire that was burning my arms and eyes, and legs, being trapped into the car, screaming for help until I got tired and fainted.

It was a miracle I survived the accident. I don’t remember anything else just that someone was there saving me. Who was he? I only recall a pair of strong arms and a slight musk scent. It must have been a man. I will find him and thank him if it is the last thing I do in this life.

Lost in my own thoughts, I shuddered when I heard the door open. It was a strange feeling not to see the one who came inside. It was very frustrating. Luckily was my doctor and as I inhale with all my being, that musky scent again, I was getting nervous. It was the same one I carried in my mind and in my soul.

-          Good morning Miss Rita!

-          Good morning, doctor!

-          How are you today?

-          Better then yesterday, so it must count for something…

-          It does Miss Rita. There is a person here to see you…

-          Too bad, I cannot see him…

-          So you realized it is a man…

-          Musk…

-          Right!

I was waiting for that man to come closer. My heart was not on my command anymore, it has its own thinking right now. Irregular beats followed by hyperventilation. I guess the doctor saw the problem.

-          Are you all right Miss? I can ask him to return another day if that is what you wish!

-          No, it’s ok! I feel fine, it is just…This is so familiar…

The very moment he stepped closer to me, my senses had been invaded by his manly presence. I was alert. I just wish I could see him. Look him in the eyes and thank him for saving me, for giving me my life back. Maybe even embrace him, melting in his strong arms. Because despite the fact that I cannot see him I can feel his being, I can anticipate his manly posture and by the second he was inches away from me I began losing my sanity. I just wanted to abandon myself in his strong arms, letting my whole being in his power. He is imposing I know he is. His musk aroma floods me inside out and I just inhaled his scent longing to remember this forever. Then…

-          It is nice to meet you, Miss Sinclair!

His voice, his husky low deep voice was a comfort to my ears.  I felt so relaxed with his melodious and gentle speaking.

-          The pleasure is all mine believe me!

He reaches his hand to shake mine. Touching him meant reviving all my feelings and senses that were for a long time without any reaction. I don’t know why I have these feelings for someone I don’t know. When I placed my hand into his palm, I felt small wounds. I know very well what they were. They were burnt. My reaction was not delayed knowing that those burns were because of me.

-          Oh my God, sir, I am so sorry for this…

-          Miss Sinclair, it's fine…I am fine, it is nothing, really!

Goosebumps formed at his touching, leaving a sweet sensation of belonging. It was the feeling that I belong to him for saving me from the claws of death. Electrifying chills crossed my body from head to toes. This man has a deep voice when speaking. Only hearing it one can feel safe. This is how I felt around him. If it wasn’t for him I wouldn’t be here talking about it. Then everything changed…

-          I shall introduce myself, Miss Sinclair. My name is Miron Hauser.

Only on hearing his name, Miron Hauser, with its big meaning and resonance, I started a frantic laugh. I can only imagine the look on their faces.

-          Did I say something wrong, Miss?

-          Excuse me please for not believing you, but Miron Hauser, as in the maestro Miron Hauser?

-          Him in person!

-          Oh no! Doctor tell me that this is a destiny’s joke.

-          No, it is not, he is Mr. Miron Hauser.

-          Ok, and I am the princess of Egypt!

Again, I started to laugh, but this time not so loud.

-          I wish I could believe you, but in what mind does it fit that the great trombone maestro saved an ordinary woman like me?

-          Therefore, you do know me.

-          Who doesn’t? You are here to…

-          Take you home with me!

I moved on the bed barely refraining myself from laughing. I did not want to seem impolite, but who would believe me that not even he saved me but also Miron Hauser invited me to stay in his house.

-          I am sorry but you know that I am, at this very moment, a person with special needs. I can’t walk, I can’t see…damn it if I could just see you so I know you are telling me the truth.

-          Well, I am sorry too that you don’t believe me, but who knows, in time you will. But the fact is that you are going home with me because you need help and I can provide that help.

-          What about my family?

When I asked this the room filled with a heavy silence. Frankly, I didn’t like it. I could hear the doctor trying to explain.

-          Miss Sinclair, right now you suffer from what we call it selective amnesia.

-          What is that?

-          That means that there are certain moments in your life, mostly painful that you don’t remember. Your mind is selecting your memories to protect you.

-          Protect me from what?

-          If you remember all the bad things all at once maybe your mind couldn’t cope and collapses. In medical terms…

-          I’ll go crazy…

-          Kind of…I am sorry to give you such awful news

I tried to gather myself piece by piece and focus on what could be important. Focus on this man’s help. Maybe I don’t have a family, maybe I am alone and all I need right now is a change of scenario. I’ve been through rough moments. I survived. That is the most important thing. And the next step is to accept this man’s help that claims to be Miron Hauser.

What if he is not who he says he is and I am going to a strange man’s house? What then? Who am I going to call for help? I will be helpless and can’t defend myself against this man. He seemed very tall when he came shaking hands with me. I felt his palm so big in mine. But also a gentleman, by the way, he was talking to me. Now, what should I do?

-          When do you want us to leave?

Again, it was silence.

-          Doctor?

-          Mr. Hauser, I shall do the papers and let Miss Sinclair go. Will you remain here helping her pack?

-          It would be my pleasure.

I will be left alone with this “Mr. Hauser”. Still don’t believe him.

-          Miss Sinclair, do you allow me to help you prepare?

-          Rita, you can call me Rita. And you can start by giving me the dress near me on the bed.

For an instant, our hands touched but instead of withdrawing mine I kept it there. He did too. The feeling itself was intoxicating forcing me to want more. To wonder what kind of feelings can those hands bring to life? That thought made me shiver. Anticipating the fact that he was going to close the zipper on my dress drives me insane. What is wrong with me? I don’t even know this man that well. Actually, I don’t know him at all. I feel grateful that he saved me but from gratitude to lust and desire, it is a long way. Or is it?

I turn around letting a bareback for his eyes to see. Getting closer I felt his breath warming the little place next to which his mouth was. God, he is so close! I could almost feel his lips caressing my back. Or is it my imagination? It has to be. Then his fingers grab the zipper getting it up. Again, their proximity causes me to turn reality into sweet fantasy. I feel every part of my body coming to life. It was like they stood frozen and now melting under his tempting touch. If sin had a name, it surely is his, Miron’s name. If really is who he is claiming to be.

-          Done, Miss Rita shall we?

-          Just a second, please.

-          Of course…

-          Will you help me?

I signaled to my wheelchair so he could understand that I need help getting into it.  In that very second, I felt his arms embrace me and holding me. My cheek slightly touched his sculpted chest. I rest my face there. It is warm and welcoming.

After placing me in my chair, I was heading towards the window, the only place where I could imagine the sunlight and that I could pray to the only God I know hoping He will not leave me on hard times.

-          You know, this is the place where I used to pray to God that one day He will bring me the one who saved my life…and He did!

-          But you still don’t trust me…

He is kind of right. Who would of?

-          Just give me time…sir!

-          I could ask you to call me Miron, just as I call you Rita, but for some reason, you don’t believe that this is my name.

-          Miron Hauser wouldn’t be in England at the same time I had the accident and stopped the car, burnt his hands to pull me out of the car. What are the odds?

-          Miron Hauser could have had an event before and maybe he does have a house in England and wanted to use it being so far from his country.

-          If we play this game I might not win.

-          So you do believe me?

-          Actually no, for now, …this coincidence is just too…I don’t know…

-          Do you believe in destiny Miss Rita?

-          Before the accident I did, but now, it feels like destiny is playing tricks on me.

-          Or maybe you are playing the destiny. Think about it…you had a terrible car crash but somehow you beat the odds and survive.

-          With your help you mean.

-          I was just a pawn well positioned on the destiny’s board. The right person at the wrong time. Just think of it like this. It does not matter who saved you it matters that you are saved. Destiny brought me there.

-          However, it was I really thank you. Miron Hauser or not I will be grateful for eternity and I will make it up to you. Because you must know that your life is never going to be the same. You will have to take care of a blind invalid woman.

-          Let me worry about that. And if you really have to make it up to me you should start to recover yourself. First, have faith that you will.

-          Done!

-          Let’s go then, I have my car parked outside. One of these days I want to take you someplace.

-          Where?

-          It is a surprise!

He took my hand bringing our fingers together. All of a sudden this joyful gesture gives millions of chills. He took me in his arms again, to his car. When I shivered he felt I was a little scared to go in but his calm protective voice restored my confidence.

-          Don’t worry, I am here with you! Don’t be scared, ok?

-          Ok…

He reached for me with his hands feeling their warmth. They were large, protective, inviting quite sinful.

Miron’s story

I am doing my best to be a gentleman around this woman. The truth is I feel a consuming desire that is burning me from inside out. I am not happy she is blind, but if she could see she would have witnessed the lust in my eyes. I barely know him but it was I feel like I have known her for a lifetime.

After we settled in my house, I definitely should call one of my best female friends to move in with us under the pretext of helping me with the chores. I will have to call Annabelle in. I am sure Belle can be of much help. It is inappropriate to remain alone with Miss Rita feeling the way I do. It is not like I am going to be disrespectful with her but God helps me if one of these days she wants me I will no longer be responsible for my actions.

-          Make yourself at home, Miss Rita. I will be right back.

-          Where are you going?

The fear in her eyes was so obvious that in just a second she tried to get on her feet looking for me with her arms. I stopped her immediately by taking her hands into mine looking deep into her eyes. They were green like her hope of getting better. I feel lost in those clear eyes. I just wish she could have seen me. Despair and the fear of loneliness were so there that I felt the urge of kneeling and taking her in my arms. And so I did.

Her vanilla mixed with flower scent invaded all my pores. One by one they become trapped in her beauty, trying but not wanting to escape. I would have stayed like this forever. She seems so fragile in my arms. I felt her sobbing and clinging onto me like I was her only hope. And as long as she doesn’t remember a thing I might be.

Suddenly she pushed me away from her a little but still in my arms. She forced me to look into her eyes. Again that regret, she couldn’t see the way I am gazing at her. The way my eyes want to speak with hers. Her lips are so close and tempting. I look down at her face cupping her cheeks and whipping her tears with my thumb. She is so soft under my touch and I am sure is not my imagination, but she is trembling in my arms.

This time I pushed her far enough where she could be safe from me. The tension was so high that if I stayed longer in this embrace I would have kissed her.

-          Its ok Miss Rita, I will be in the kitchen. It is at the end of the hall. So not far, ok?

-          Ok…

I had to put some distance between us. This is too much. I should call Annabelle.

-          Hello, Belle?

-          Hey, maestro, how are you doing? Do you want me to come to your next concert and you don’t know how to ask me? Just shoot, ok.

-          Belle, listen to me. I need you to come to my place, and I need you now!

-          Oh, honey, you should have said that from the start. Just…

-          Belle, please, not that kind of help. I’ll make this short. Three months ago I found an injured woman when I came back from my event from London. She had a car accident and now she cannot walk or see.

-          And the meaning of all this…

-          She is at my house!

-          What? Why?

-          Because I wanted to. Because she had no one. Because her little sister died in that car crash and she is alone now.

When I realize she could hear me I lowered my voice. Now was not the time to know about her sister.

-          Oh God, you are in deep trouble mister!

-          You can say that again!

-          You are falling for her!

And then there was silence. Am I? Am I really falling in love with Rita Sinclair? Or is it just the fact that seeing me as her savior and the only help she’s got made me irreplaceable.

-          Miron, are you still there? I am right, aren’t I?

-          I am here Belle…

-          I will come today!

-          Thank you, you are a lifesaver.

It seemed like forever until Belle got here.

-          Welcome, Annabelle! Let me introduce someone to you. This is Miss Rita Sinclair.

Rita’s story

-          Nice to meet you, Miss Rita! I am Miron’s best female friend, as he likes to say.

-          Nice to meet you too, Annabelle.

-          You can call me Belle.

-          Well, ladies, I have some work to do so I am going to have to leave you two.

-          Nice, very nice maestro. When help arrives you escape!

-          Excuse me?

I still don’t understand what is going on here and who this Annabelle is. I am still under this man’s spell and cannot think on my own right now. But by the tone of her voice, she is a nice lady and I understand why Miron is very fond of her.

-          Pretty face, I am one of Miron’s alter ego, his inner voice, and whatever you like to call me. He called me here because he thinks he cannot handle you.

My wonder was so great that if I could see I could have witnessed Annabelle’s grimace. Because I bet she is smiling right about now.

-          In other words my dear, he likes you and doesn’t know what to do about it. So he calls for help.

-          What do you mean likes me?

-          I mean, get fond of you, think you are beautiful, and fell in love with you, these usual things.

-          How could he fell in love with me if he’s only met me today?

-          Today you say? Knowing Miron in these three months he made a habit of coming to visit you at the hospital.

-          You think so?

-          I know so!

-          So he is Miron Hauser…

-          My God, you did not believe who he was either?

-          Even now I don’t believe him…

-          Dollface, he has no reason to lie to you. But I also cannot force you to believe what you cannot see. You will figure this out and convince yourself that he is who he says he is. Give time to time.

Another person being certain this is the great Miron Hauser.

-          Want some coffee, Miss Rita?

-          Yes please, thank you.

-          Cream?

-          Always.

-          Nice way of drinking your coffee. Miron likes his espresso with just a little milk. Remember that!

-          Ok…I will.

-          So, what do you do for a living?

A trace of sadness covered my face. I used to know things that I liked and disliked. I used to have a job. I wonder what I was doing before the accident.

-          He did not tell you?

-          Tell me what?

-          I have amnesia. I don’t remember certain things.

-          I am so sorry doll face. Be patient and it will all come back to you.

-          That is what the doctor said. Little by little I will get better.

-          So, if I am looking at you, of how beautiful you are, I would say you used to model.

Her statement made me smile. This time it was a genuine one. I can’t remember when the last time I smiled was.

-          You should do this more often! And show Miron that perfect smile of yours.

I think I was blushing. To only the thought that this man could stare at me while smiling makes my cheeks caught fire. 

-          You blush again, see?

-          Literary no, but what?

-          That every time you talk about Miron your face turns like your hair. I mean red.

-          I don’t …

-          Honey, I am twice your age so I know these things. Don’t rush things just wait for the right moment.

These are words to think about, but Belle is mistaken in one respect of the matter. I am definitely not falling for this man. Or am I? Alright he saved me, he took me into his house and takes care of me but from his kindness to his love is a long way.

And besides, he showed no signs of being in love with me. There was that approach between us were, to be honest, I did feel his warm breath on my neck. And then there were his fingers trying to zip my dress but involuntary touched my back. And also when I thought that he might leave and be left alone when I almost got up from my wheelchair, but he came so quickly so I don’t fell and caught me in his arms. So what I have felt the warmth of his body, so what I felt his lips getting closer to mine… so what I wanted him to kiss me so bad…yes, definitely no signs!

I did not ask to be here but now that I am I have to have rules and boundaries. I don’t know how this man feels. I don’t even know what I feel. One thing I do know, this man that calls himself Miron Hauser is irresistible in his way of acting, talking, touching, and all the ways I can think of.

And if he really is Miron Hauser what are the chances that he will fell in love with me? He has so many female fans. I am sure that at his status he is not a single man. I think I remember something I used to say…don't dream too high because if the dream breaks down you will break along with it in million pieces.