She flopped onto the all-white leather couch, careful not to spill the champagne she held tightly in her hand. She crossed her legs, then reached across the sofa, pulling gently at the back of her husband’s dark colored hair. He had been sitting, staring into the open space for quite a while. “You should visit a barber.” She whispered her complaint.
“Mmmmm.” He replied.
“What do you think?” She placed her drink down on the glass table in front of them and retrieved a small bottle topped with a platinum-colored atomizer. The elegant bottle was wrapped in a print featuring a Japanese Castle, blue skies and Cherry Blossom trees, an excellent marketing strategy to head her Cultural line.
“Your latest fragrance? The one that keeps you away at night?” He spoke angrily towards his wife of three decades. Mariska Devaun was a genius in her own right, having dominated the fashion industry since a teen. He, Kingston Devaun, loyally stood by her side, promoting her spectacular products, while at times, grieving his own loneliness.
“My best scents are compounded at night when my artistry is in full effect.” She squirted a bit of the perfume into the air, waving it towards his face. “I call this scent – Blue Blossom.”
He deeply inhaled. “Ohhhh… Marvelou……” His head slumped forward, sedated by her mixture.
Mariska scurried from the room towards the spiral staircase. “Help Kingston to bed when he awakens.” She instructed the housekeeper on her way out the door.
In a hurry to meet her lover, she sped away from their Hollywood Hills mansion in her newest luxury coupe. The brake pedal loosely touched the floorboard as she rounded the deadliest curve on Mulholland Drive. Her screams went unheard.
Kingston now goes by King… and all the ladies love him.
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