My Guardian Angel Wants A Vacation

My Guardian Angel Wants A Vacation

Christine Kyle

Copyright © 2023 Christine Kyle

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First Edition

PAGE PUBLISHING

Conneaut Lake, PA

First originally published by Page Publishing 2023

ISBN 978-1-6624-8324-0 (pbk)

ISBN 978-1-6624-8327-1 (digital)

Printed in the United States of America

Table of Contents

This book is dedicated to Amanda, for my journey would have been for nothing if I didn't have you. To Suzy my sister, my memory.

I Have Arrived

Welcome

My Family

Mystery Rides

Christmas

The Unpredictable Prediction

A Family United

Peanuts

My Relatives

The Task

First Date

Swimming

Didn't Wish It

About the Author

Life #2

Donny

Life #3

Daddy

Carl

Unforgivable

Poems I Wrote while Intoxicated

This book is dedicated to Amanda, for my journey would have been for nothing if I didn't have you. To Suzy my sister, my memory.

I Have Arrived

Charles, please bring me another cocktail—maybe this time a margarita.

At once, Madam. As Charles walks away, I cannot help but wonder, who could ever be a full-time slave to another person? He must either really like doing his job, or really needs the money. He is an older man—around late forties or fifties. I often question if he gets sick of waiting on me hand and foot, but I suppose that's what we pay him for. He has been here with us now for about three years. His hair has gotten a little grayer, but his face shows a pleasure when he interacts with his employers.

Will there be anything else, Madam?

No, I'm sure this will be it for me.

Once I drink this, I am sure I will be in dreamland. The only thing bad about drinking these is that now I will just have to work out twice as much next time. And with the new two-hundred-thousand-dollar equipment and gym room Jared had just built a few months ago, I'm sure I won't have a problem working it off. Besides, what else will I do with my time? I'm tired of going shopping all by myself. It is no fun alone. Jared would not dream of taking time off to play with me for a day. He is always so busy.

Honey, here, he will say, handing me hundreds of dollars. Somehow, it's just not the same.

Jared is the kind of man that you know means well by giving you everything but time, but when he does take time off for a vacation, we go so many places and have so much fun, it almost makes up for it. He's tall, has very dark hair cut a little above his ears, has piercing greenish-blue eyes and dark eyelashes. He looks like he could be a football player with his strong, wide shoulders, his masculine arms, and a nice tight behind. But it was his eyes that first attracted me to him. He was all dressed up in his three-piece suit and looking boyish, but older and wiser than most of the Mr. Wonderfuls I had met before. He seemed different. Plus, the fact that at his age of thirty-six, he was already a millionaire—it was not too hard to take.

When we first met that night, I was out alone as usual. He was as attracted to me as I was to him. I remember he ran outside the club we were at and bought me a red rose. Beautiful things for a beautiful lady, he had said.

That was enough for me. After that, there was nothing stopping me from making him fall in love with me. I can be very good at that if I want to be. You just must have that certain something and know how to use it correctly to get what you want. My mother taught me that. She was the undefeated queen in this area. I'm sure if she were here today, she would have thrown Jared a pass. She always did like lawyers. But I am sure too that if she were here, she would love her grandchildren, Lorna and Jake. Good kids, of course not in their teens yet, and I heard I am in for one hell of a fun time when that happens.

My life is so different now, what with the prestige, banquets, all the events that I enjoy, and the people I'm with that make me proud to be seen with. Nice people, respectable people. Rich people. Sometimes it's all an act when I must be nice to someone that I don't really care for, but that's the game. I've always been very proud of Jared and all his beliefs and how he's so considerate to the kids and my own needs. Sure, sometimes I do cater to him too much, but this is a happy marriage. One that people envy. And I have it. All of it! And I worked hard at getting it, and I deserve it!

I am retiring now, Charles, please see that the alarms are on and the gate is closed.

Yes, Madam. Shall I see to it that Master Fairmont goes up directly to you upon his arrival?

Yes, Charles, I say, getting up from the sectional that corners half of the living room area. I will not bother putting my slippers on because I love the feel that the thick white carpet gives me, squeezing between my toes. I take the remainder of my drink with me to finish upstairs in our bedroom in front of the fireplace.

Tell Mr. Fairmont I'll be waiting, I say with a sexy, devilish smirk on my face.

As you wish, Madam.

Waiting for Jared is exciting. I really look forward to seeing him. I put on my sheerest, darkest negligee that I know he loves so much. I like it when he comes in and looks at me in his way that says, I'm going to seduce you, and playfully he'll come over to me and kiss me ever so slowly till almost the end of the kiss, taking his tongue, licking my upper and lower lip, and slowly taking it away. That makes my blood boil.

Waiting for someone, sweetheart, or are you here alone? he will say, untying his tie and tossing it on the love seat. Confidently he walks back over to me lying on the rug in front of the fireplace. Because if you are alone, he whispers, kissing my ears softly. maybe I could help you out. His hands untie my bow which holds the two parts of my negligee that covers my breasts.

Well, sailor, looks like it's your lucky night, I say softly as I grab onto his belt loop and pull him over, so he falls on top of me and I begin to kiss his neck. I have missed him all day. I am glad he is home. He and the children are my life. I do not think it could get any better than this.

*****

Riiiiinnnnnggggggg!!!! That damn alarm clock! God, I hate hearing it. Just when it was getting good! I wish I could have slept a little longer to find out where I was living. Probably in a mansion. I'm so sick of getting up and going to work. All kinds of thoughts go through my mind about calling in sick. But as usual, I stop thinking that as soon as I see my two cats Fluffy and Tubbs sitting over my head in bed waiting for their breakfast. Fluffy always bites my hair if I'm not up fast enough. Must go to work. I need something to do, and there's the money. Loneliness will kill me if I just lie here and feel sorry for myself. Not a day goes by sometimes when I think about my life and how very sad and boring it can be—then I think of my mother and father. I miss them. My father more than my mother; of course, that always makes me feel guilty: just another emotion that goes through my mind and body. It hasn't been easy being me. So much has happened. At thirty-six I feel I should be sixty. Whose idea was it anyway to give me all the bad stuff? Was this a test? Was this a game? Is it over? Did I win?

What's the prize? Suddenly for the first time in a long time, I really don't have it in me today to go hear other people's problems, and Lord knows I'm the president of that club. I can help any person in this universe but myself. I think I'll just take this day off and find some good in my life today. Maybe even treat myself.

I guess I'm feeling bad; I had that dream and woke up to real life.

Welcome

It's a girl, the doctor said. Dr. Perrone was the all-in-one doctor back then. General practitioner, gynecologist, phlebotomy, counselor—everything rolled into one, and he looked a little like Santa Claus. A young Santa with his curly brown hair, some of which rested on top of his wire-rimmed glasses, and his salt-and-pepper beard. He delivered my mother, probably my grandmother, and now he was delivering me. Thanks a lot, Doc! I think you just did more harm than good. He delivered me to this very pretty woman. She had shoulder-length jet black hair and light green eyes, just like a green light. She had a beauty mark on her right cheek which was a dark brown, but this only enhanced her beauty. She was the prettiest human I had ever seen. Of course, what did I have to compare her too? I was only one minute old, and from what I could tell, she was better-looking than this Santa Claus impersonator.

Here she is, Irene, the doctor said, handing me to her. When she held me, I felt tears in her eyes brushing against my face. She laid there humming a tune that I would come to know for the rest of my life, My Sweetheart's the Man in the Moon. It was a very pretty song; it made me feel like that woman was very complex, different, not your everyday run-of-the-mill mom. But the song was soothing, almost sad. She just looked at me and hugged me all wrapped up in my little pink blanket, just staring at my new little face.

"Irene, the baby looks fine. She's healthy, and don't worry about how her nose is on the other side of her