Jake was fascinated by the young lady and tracking her every move, clearly became an obsession.
With confidence, he muttered:
"Hmm! No where to run, no where to hide. You're all mine... Ishtar!"
Eyes behind shades, sitting near the window at the rear of an airport taxi cab, Jake kept an eye on Ishtar, observing her every move from a distance. He watched Ishtar's chauffeur stepping out of an executive diamond black sedan with a sense of urgency, walking to the other side and opened the rear door for Ishtar to step outside.
Professionally, offering a full VIP treatment as it should be for his high standard clients, after closing back the door, then, smartly he went to the back of the car into the trunk and lifted out a medium size classy suitcase which had roller and a handle. Just beneath her, he put it gently on the hotel grounds.
Ishtar extended her appreciation with a smile generating tip which she put into his hand for such a fantastic service, then the chauffeur found his way back on the steering wheel and cruised the black sedan away.
Jake keenly watches the whole scene from across the grand sky scrapper hotel.
When Ishtar majestically rolled her suitcase towards the grand hotel entrance and finally vanished inside, Jake quirked his brow and one corner of his mouth, and his mind spoke on a cold smile:
"You're stubborn, the very reason I'm coming for you."
And by a word of mouth, he then ordered the taxi cab driver:
"Take me out of here now!"
*****
Jake couldn't contain that kind of defeat _ to stand to be worth a cheap sex toy, used and instantly ignored by a lady on an airbus up in the skies. In his stubborn refusal to quit, was a need to get his power back.
After all, in his record with ladies, it was only perfect wins. Because he was always the one to set the play and the ground, failing to him was only a joke.
It didn't matter the type of lady that crossed his path, as long as he desired her. And after having his way into the lady's finest quality merchandise, he was always the one being cried for _ chased _ exploiting and not picking calls afterwards _ breaking the hearts, and not the other way round.
So, by allowing Ishtar to go with what she did to him, was like accepting defeat, giving her an upper hand to mess with his record.
He was a rich young dude with handsome looks and muscles, a desired diet every lady may wish to have on her menu.
*****
Ishtar, on continuing with her way towards the hotel reception ahead, unanticipated ran into Bob Lee. He was quite distant from the hotel reception, busy buzzing with what seemed to be exciting ideas with some tall gentleman. She immediately reduced the pace on which she was walking, to satisfy her sight with this man's identity.
Even though the images were on and off in her head when she tried to play them back, she could relate, finding no difference when she looks intently and compare the man's face with the face in flashes in his head.
Ishtar sighed to herself in wary:
"It's him!"
Considering her amnesia condition, she has no single idea whatsoever, that she has ever been in bed with any man except Jake on the airplane.
To Ishtar, at the moment when she saw Bob Lee, he was a mere dude, an exact lookalike _ a photocopy of a man disturbing her peace of mind, appearing in intimate images when they are deep into a vigorous sexual act on a wide bed.
And every time she replays the images, she could see herself dripping sweat, exercising on top of him. After a series of flashes and keen observations, she concluded:
"He is exactly the one!"
Under tension right now about whether to go and confront him or stay away and not show her face to him for good, unsettled, eyes in a distance on him as if he was magnetic, Ishtar was out of her clear mind at the reception, her hand trembling while she was handed a key card to her executive hotel suite. And as soon as she got into her hotel suite, nervously she began pacing back and forth.
"I think I need to see a doctor."
Talking to herself with distress, she added:
"Before meeting Jake on the airplane, he appeared in my dream. And now this dude...! No way!"
All of a sudden, she found her way to the shower room and water began to rain on her spotless soft skin, wetting her face, the long dark hair and beyond. Under shower water of high pressure, Ishtar refreshed out of a long airplane journey and exhausting thoughts, feeling a bit of relaxation. She held her hands against the wall and faced down as water continued to wash away the sweat, opening her skin pours.
A moment later, ninth hour at night, an alarm beeped on top of the bed locker. Under the sheets, she uncovered and sat, waking from a catnap that got her refreshed enough to face rest of her schedule. Stretching her arms and yawning, right next to the alarm clock laid her smartphone which she reached out.
"Ebony dude, 6ft, hotel suite number 256."
Details of the target to eliminate were already in her email box when she opened her phone.
And immediately, she deleted the information to shut any loopholes just in case the mission gets any kind of sabotage. Taking her time in the bathroom, Ishtar refreshed a little bit for her night duty _ her mouth with a toothbrush, then after, she gets to the suitcase and opens its zipper.
Looking inside, she muttered with eyes on her assassinating gadgets in the suitcase:
"No gun this time. Challenge accepted."
Ishtar sat infront of a mirror and looked at her face. Using makeup, she decided to embark on a transformative journey.
She took her time.
Carefully, she lined her nice brown eyes with a subtle smoky shadow, enhancing their almond shape. She applied another coat that made her lashes flutter like a butterfly's wings. Next, she chose a rich, Berry-colored lipstick, which gave her lips a fuller, more mature appearance when she applied it. With deft fingers, now she dusted her checks with a touch of blush.
Standing before the mirror, Ishtar had already transformed into a complete hint of maturity, what she so deeply wanted to become.