When the Fairytale Ends by Dwan Abrams Read Free Book Online Page B

enjoyed the two hour action-comedy film, filling up on buttered popcorn and soda.
    Shania preferred romantic comedies. Since it was Greg’s birthday, she let him pick the movie and sucked it up. She found herself enjoying the movie more than she cared to admit and jumped at the explosions. She dared not tell Greg, because she didn’t want him dragging her to those types of movies on a regular basis.
    After the movie, they went back home and changed clothes. They were ready for a game of tennis. They ran around the community court, sweating and panting. After serving the match point, Greg rejoiced in his victory while Shania pretended to pout.
    â€œYou know I let you win, right?” Shania joked as she guzzled some bottled water. “Since it’s your birthday, I didn’t want to beat you too bad.”
    With his racket, Greg gave Shania a playful smack on the rear end and burst out laughing. “Beat that.” He took off running.
    â€œOh no, you didn’t,” she yelled as she sprinted behind him all the way home.
    As soon as they walked through the door, the cool air hit them in their faces like a towel and dried their sweat. The air-conditioned house was a welcomed contrast to the seventy-eight humid degrees they had just escaped.
    They made their way to the upstairs bathroom, took off their clothes, and showered together. Shania then filled up the Jacuzzi and turned on the bubble jets. Feeling romantic, Shania put in an old-school, baby-making CD and lit sugar cookie scented candles, her preferred candle scent. She submerged her body into the bubbling tub, where Greg was already waiting for her, and closed her eyes as she leaned her head back.
    â€œThis feels so good.” She relaxed every muscle in her body as Greg massaged her foot. He gave the most incredible foot rubs. They tended to put her to sleep. His hands felt magical. “Are you enjoying your birthday so far?”
    He sucked her big toe, sending chills up and down her spine, and she giggled. Her eyes sprung open, and she gave Greg a “come hither” look. She couldn’t believe how much Greg turned her on. He released her foot, and she sat up, exposing her bare skin to the elements. She straddled Greg and enjoyed the intimacy that soon followed.
    Two hours had passed and they had taken their act to the bedroom and fallen into a deep slumber. Awakened by the telephone ringing, Shania noticed that the time read 4:00 P.M. She reached across her husband and answered the phone.
    Her sister said in her high nasal tone, “It’s four o’clock in the afternoon. I know you’re not sleep.”
    Shania yawned. “Yeah, I dozed off. What do you want?”
    â€œI just wanted to let you know that Jonathan and I will meet you at the restaurant for Greg’s birthday dinner.”
    Shania slapped her forehead with her open palm. “God, I’m so glad you called. Greg wore me out. I almost forgot about dinner.” She got out of bed, careful not to cause any noticeable movement, and put on a robe. She glanced at her husband who looked so peaceful with his long lashes resting against his smooth, creamy peanut-butter-colored skin; then she tiptoed out of the room.
    Shania confirmed that they had six o’clock reservations at the Sun Dial, Atlanta’s only tri-level dining complex featuring a revolving upscale restaurant. She had selected the Sun Dial because that was where she and Greg went on their first date, and the restaurant offered a breathtaking 360-degree panoramic view of the city’s skyline.
    Cheyenne told her that she and her husband, Jonathan, were already two and a half hours into their three-and-a-half-ride from Valdosta and assured Shania that they’d be on time.
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    Two hours later, Shania and Greg met Cheyenne and Jonathan at the Westin Peachtree Plaza. They greeted each other with hugs and kisses on the cheek and boarded the scenic glass elevator to climb the