Default Title - Submission Of Green Knight Vol. 1

We reach at the W New York- Times Square near the 49th Street subway
station. From my knowledge, Times Square or theater district is one of the
New York City’s most popular tourist attractions for it’s the epicenter for
New Year’s Eve venue, and the towering skyscrapers plastered with digital
billboards, and all lit with intense pulsating lights at night though it’s
always relatively crowded and busy. I’ve been here with my friend twice,
who’s no more, and whose place I’m living in. I’ve not stayed in this hotel
but have walked with him, twice, at night.
Shit!
No. Don’t go there. No. Just don’t.
I wish he was with me in Boston.
I wish he was alive.
Why did Eliza choose this place?
“Sir?” Eliza catches my attention as she finds me lost somewhere.
“Y-Yes.” I climb out of the car in the searing rays of the firing sun that
promises no rain but more heat, and suffocation. It’s too burning outside. I
was quite enjoying the cool air of the SUV’s A.C but this feels as if gigantic
sun’s aura just slapped me heavily on me in long unbreakable waves- the
heating waves of a heater in winter, and nothing I want but just to strip
naked, and plunge in the swimming pool of this hotel, and float.
Adjusting my shirt around the waistband of my trouser, I stroll to the black
Porsche where that distracting Cynthia is opening the door of the car,
while directing Eliza to go back to wherever she was.
Trying to ignore the four feet girl ardent gaze on me, I open the passenger’s
door of one side as the chauffer chewing bubble gum, unbolts the other
side where Neenah is assembled, animated and a little bit diffident.
“Dexter, this looks so expensive; you really shouldn’t have spent so much
on us when we already have to live in this city from now on.” Audrey says.
Her hazel eyes squinting erratically in the powerful rays of the blazing sun
as Neenah and Cynthia gazes at the immense skyscrapers.
“Well, you are pricey as you are my only sister to my mother, and that’s the
least I could do.” The veracity in my words is palpable and so affecting, and
eccentrically the time stops in-between all of us. I don’t know what the
reasons were that made her to live so far from us, and my mom never gave
about a single word about her until 11th July but what I just know that she
was contented, pleased and thrilled like never was. It’s really the least I
could do for the mother who just took me from the streets in my infant
state and raised me as her own child. Her love for me didn’t even change
when Tanner and Emma were born-their own kids.
“Lillian is blessed. I wish I could be…” Her voice trails off, and suddenly I’m
shadowed by Cynthia, under her alluring gaze that seems to see right
through me, and she is perplexed at her mother and me.
Fuck.
But what does Audrey mean by that… I wish I could be?
“What you two are talking about?” Cynthia says.
“No. Not anything. I was saying that it must be so expensive.” Audrey
answers, breaking from her trance, and some incomprehensible pain, fear
or repentance.
Cynthia raises her eyebrows in deep mystification, and probably a shock
of staying there.
“What? I thought we stopped to see the skyscrapers. I didn’t think of
staying at this hotel. Of course, mom, it looks so expensive.” She shouts
softly, flabbergasted, and totally shocked.
Is it even the thing to get shocked? And how could she think that we would
stop just to roast our body?
I reckon this beautiful short girl is nuts.
“Oh, sister. I thought the same.” Neenah screams, strolling towards us.
“Enough of discussion. We don’t want to be cooked here. Do we? Let’s go.”
I state in the trio of the females, specifically to the two girls. Cynthia’s
inspection on me, never stopping. Turning my gaze away from her, I relish the palpable effect in my veins to find Audrey staring at me, with some
deep affection like the way my mother does sometime.
It’s odd to comprehend.
When I shift my gaze to Cynthia and Neenah, they nod, hiding their playful
smirk, especially the delicious smirk of the four feet girl, hovering at my
feet, and at my behind.
Fuck.
Why is she watching my behind?
Audrey snaps her fingers, breaking Cynthia from her trance and usher
them to walk behind their mother as I gesture them to the inside of the
opulent hotel. The place is less crowded and it has an A.C that provides
humongous relief to our warmed up bodies.
I check-in over the reception for the booking of our sweets while the trio
stands at my behind, meters away from me, silently discussing something
with all smiling faces.
“We’ve a booking for four sweets.” I articulate to a young girl with short
blue hair and a tattoo of infinity symbol below her collarbone. She eyes me
ardently, and involuntarily gasps. I know the effect of woman on me but I
don’t understand why Cynthia is so affecting to me.
Is it because she’s too bold and lively? Or is it because she’s implausibly
exquisite, and her eyes are ocean blue? And even with that short height
she’s too attractive.
I gaze at that four feet girl with marine eyes and long chestnut hair, who
surreptitiously gazes at me back.
No. This is wrong. I shouldn’t.
“Sir, your name and… time of booking?” The reception girl catches my
attention to her as she waits for me. Her big eyes scrutinizing my face
under flapping eyelashes.
I immediately fill her in. With shaking fingers, she provides me the keys to
the top luxurious sweets of this hotel nestled in between the landscapist,
towering and exquisite skyscrapers. I remember the last time I went here-the ethereal vista was enthralling, cool and comforting. Comforting with
my best friend.
Fuck.
Stop!
I stroll toward the trio as I make an effort to ignore the unwelcoming
painful memory of this place-of the walkway, and gazing at the skyscrapers
while drinking some orange soda-the memories I had.
“Come.” I utter softly, and marshal them in the direction of elevators after
leaving their luggage at the reception desk to be picked by a porter.
Involuntarily, my eyes catch the sight of her while struggling not to pay any
heed to her, finding her clutching her hand in Neenah’s-an attempt to not
lose her, this time-I can think of that.
Cynthia seems quite loving towards her sister. I remember she was rather
overwrought when I met her. Indeed, she loves her sister dearly. The
thought comforts me as it’s other than that of physical attraction, and of
her determined ardent and inspecting gaze.
Our feet bring to a standstill at the top hallway as the elevator freezes with
a sharp beep, alarming us from the muted ride that began from the ground.
I step out the elevator, first, then Cynthia, followed by Audrey and Neenah
who have their hands interlocked this time. Noiselessly, I take them first
to Audrey’s suite, unlocking the wooden door, brilliantly polished with
fading traces of the stench of lacquer that invades into my nostrils. The
door creaks open and they follow me as I step on the threshold.
“This is your room. Will that be fine?” I turn and focus my gaze at Audrey.
She gapes at me in stun, astounded with the remaining two members of
the trio. The suite is opulent with a king sized bed, a wooden work desk, a
64-inch flat T.V affixed to one of its walls, painted with a mix of lightwooden stripes and auburn shades. It has a black spotless average-sized
lamp facing the sparkling marble floor, on which a lavish russet
chesterfield sofa stands in the middle, magnificently. Perceptibly, the
spacious room has some royalty and grandeur with fitted lamps under the
carved ceilings, and an incredible private balcony after the glassy doors
framed with sparkling metal to stare at the absorbing skyline for hours with the saccharine blows of the commanding breeze over the face, that I
find quite soothing. She might like that.
“That must cost an arm and a leg.” Cynthia squeaks in-between as she
gazes around the roomy area with wide eyes, reading every inch bit by bit,
and finally stopping at me. A shiver runs down my spine as she swallows
something in her throat, languorously, almost carnally, making me sweaty
and uptight under my loose shirt wrapped up at the back from my coat.
What the hell is to her?
She shifts and meanders towards Audrey, who nods in a sense of agreeing
to what her daughter said though Neenah remains unvoiced stunned,
presenting a brooding look over her circular teenage face, speckled with
some pimples, defending her age and beauty.
“It must be. A normal hotel room would’ve been quite fine. It’s too much.”
Audrey says, emphasizing each word. Her gaze again returning back from
the balcony to my face, after studying the space for some longer moments.
“Of course, mom. It’s. I didn’t know that we know a man who’s so well
groomed and philanthropic.” Cynthia mumbles, snickering at me and
raising an eyebrow at me, lusciously. Her voice enough louder to ease into
my ears without any snag, her gaze beatific and contains some soft
palatable salaciousness, and she seems to unmanning me, delectably. A
trace of modesty flushing her cheeks crimson as Neenah gapes at her, and
then at Audrey who seems lost somewhere. She always seems lost, I guess.
But am I philanthropic?
I don’t know but I wish I’d be. And wait. Is she flirting with me, openly, with
her mother standing in front of us?
I wasn’t wrong when I thought of her being bold and lively.
Cynthia takes a quick glimpse of me, and disappears somewhere in the
room, and an unsettling relief breaks down inside me. I reckon that she’s
trying to hide her apparent blush from her family.