The High Rise

He was handsome, tall with soulful brown eyes and deep espresso colored hair. His lips were full and kissable, arms and shoulders so toned and muscular you could see the definition through his button down shirt. His rich chocolate brown complexion gave off hues of golden undertones in the light. He was sexy as hell and he knew it. 

As attractive as he was, he was also intelligent, motivated, and successful. He was a catch, a single woman’s dream. Yet and still, he had not found his equal. He courted women here and there, always being sure to be polite but he was simply unimpressed. He collected broken hearts the way some people collected glass figurines. He was bored.

Every new day had become a repeat of the previous old day; get up, put on a well-cut suit, go to work, pick up dinner on the way home, ride the elevator to his plush penthouse in the high rise overlooking the city, eat, shower, sleep. Rinse. Wash. Repeat. 

Sometimes he’d open the double doors to his den and look at the broken hearts he collected. It was a good collection that he accumulated over the years. But he yearned for the one Treasure he had not collected. The Special One. She was elusive and often slipped through his grasp. That wasn’t going to happen anymore. He decided he would get her and add her to the collection. Soon.

Resolute in his decision, he gave her a call. Happy to hear her voice, he wasted no time asking her out. She might be the one, he felt such a strong pull towards her. 

Equally happy to hear his voice, The Treasure promptly agreed to meeting for drinks and dinner at his place. It had been a while since she saw his beautiful face after all.

Going up in the elevator of the highrise, she stood anxious alone in her favorite form fitting red dress. She was a looker with long dark curly hair, long eyelashes, and a smile that could light up the darkest room. 

He waited for her in suspense. He was more excited than he expected to be. He could hardly wait to see her. He set the mood in typical fashion, dim lights, candles, slow  jams, fresh cut flowers, the curtains open to expose the stunning city views. All romance. He outdid himself, even sterilized his tools.

BING! He looked towards the elevator. Damn. She was more amazing than he remembered. He smiled before she even looked at him. When she looked up, she was equally pleased to see him. This was mutual. As she exited the elevator and walked across the room, she noticed his hand was on something shiny on the kitchen counter. 

As she approached him, he greeted her by leaning in to kiss her as he so often did. As she kissed him back she realized the shiny object was a syringe needle. While he was kissing her, he opened his eyes and saw something catch the light, but couldn’t make out what it was. Before they knew it, they’d both wounded one another. He’d injected her with Diazepam intending to sedate her and remove her heart, but not before she stabbed him in his spine with a small pearl handle dagger.

They both fell to the floor looking at each other surprised, yet smiling realizing how well matched they really were.