How I I fell in Love with Mr. Switzerland

Chapter Two

Verse 1 – How I fell in love with Mr. Switzerland

As I approached my destination I thought to myself, tonight can either go really, really well or really, really badly. But I was willing to take the risk. I then parked my car and called him.

"Hey!"

He answers.

" Hey, where are you?"

I asked. 

"I’m here."

"I don’t see you…"

"Where are you exactly?"

"I just parked my car."

"Ok, well take a right and I’ll meet you."

"Alright. But it’s pretty late so stay on the phone with me."

" Of course!"

I then start walking down the street towards Ocean club while on the phone with him.

And as I approached a stranger a mile or two down the street from me, wondering if that was him I asked…

"What do you have on?"

"What do you have on?"

"I asked first. "

As I chuckled.

 I see you.

He says.

"I see you too."

Knowing that at that very moment we could have hung up the phone, we didn’t. We stayed on the phone until I walked straight up to him and gave him an intense, passionate hug.

Gosh he smelt so good…

Gosh he felt so good…

Gosh he was just...so... good…

As I hugged him for at least 10 seconds, not wanting to let go but knowing I had to, I smiled.

"So it's Precious"

" Yes, Precious."

"It really suits you."

As I smiled

"I’ve heard that before… Thank you."

He then takes my hand and holds it. 

" So shall we?"

"Lead the way."

"You look pretty young, how old are you?"

" I know, I’m 21 and you?"

"25."

"Perfect."

As I smile.

"You look so young!"

"Do you need some ID?"

*As I teased*

"No, no, you’re good, you’re good!"

 As he said with Swiss accent.

"Most women in my country, by the time they are 21, they look 35. You're a breath of fresh air really.

We the made are way back to  his place and I couldn’t get the scent of him out of my head… He started to talk and as I listened… I thought to myself wow! There’s that connection again.

You know the one I mentioned at first when he walked through Atlantis doors and he winked at me? That connection I talked about when he smiled at me and I felt the urge to just go over and talk to him and maybe even...kiss him. That connection when I thought I’d never see him and there he was standing next to me holding my hand? Talk about fate right? Yeah… that connection.

We approached his room and I walked in, it looked really expensive… I mean he did have on designer clothes so I’d expect that where he stayed was high class. And it was.

"You want something to drink? I’ve got grey goose, I’ve got vodka and I’ve got Hennessey…"

"A coke would be fine thanks."

 

"A coke?"

" Yeah, trust me, my friend had one of these places before and the alcohol here is not worth the price they’re charging. Besides… I don’t plan on getting drunk tonight."

"Me neither. "

As he smiled and got us both a coke soda.

"Thank you."

As he handed me a glass.

"I’d offer ice but… "

As he opens the ice bucket.

" It is all melted."

"That’s fine. It’s cold enough. Thank you."

"You're a pretty laid back girl aren't you?"

"Hmm... you could say that."

He smiles at me.

"Want to sit on the back and talk?"

"Sure."

As I said to myself, 20 minutes in and no slobbering kisses, no nudes no sit on my face, sex, or immaturity… Just coke and great conversation. It was perfect. We then sat out back watching the ocean as it gracefully rolled up towards the sand and the moon shine mirrored on the ocean.

The mood was perfect. He was perfect. We just sat there talking for hours, laughing, making jokes, just enjoying each other’s company as time just flew by. I just didn’t want to leave.

" Tell me about yourself. What do you do for a living? Any girl friends back home?"

I asked.

He laughs at the girl friend comment.

"I work for the family business back home  and I do Accounting for customers, taxes for private companies and people."

As I laid on my side staring at him, just watching him talk and admiring everything about him. His accent, his lips, his eyes, his aura, his everything…

"I'm a family man, love spend time with my family every chance I get because I work way too much.  My sister was suppose to be here with his but didn’t come because her wedding is coming up and she and her fiancé are going traveling for their honey moon."

"Really? Congratulations to her! Marriage is just such a beautiful thing!"

"It really is. Her fiance is this brilliant guy, never met anyone quite like him. And he's of colour so I always tease my sister about how they will have the cutest babies.

"The cutest!"

"Yes! They will."

"Someday I'll have two beautiful kids. I'll meet a man that love me unconditionally and the way I deserve to be love. It'll be beautiful."

"You’re beautiful!"

As he smiles at me.

"Thank you."

As I smiled at him

" And you're quite charming yourself."

"Beautiful man loves beautiful woman."

"Aweeee! "

As I blushed

"Yeah so only my brother and I and my parents came over to support our friends that are playing in the world cup FIFA soccer tournaments."

"Sounds like I need friends like you."

As I teased.

As he laughs.

" I’m sure you’ve got great friends."

"I do. I think.."

"As it relates to a girlfriend… I am single. Have been for a while. Tell me about you."

As I felt relieved.

"I’m currently in college studying accounting at night and I work at the bank full time. And P.s I don't want to jinx it but, I just got this job offer at another bank I am so excited! If I get this new position there it’ll be more money! Which I need because paying for college yourself is super expensive."

"Congratulation! Of course you'll get it! I know you will. We should celebrate!"

"I agree!"

"I want to take you out. Some place nice. You deserve it."

"Awe you don't have to."

"I insist."

"Ok."

As I smiled.

"And why does a beautiful woman like yourself not find love?"

"Good question... yeah... I'll get back to you when I find out"

As I said with a snarky tone. But I continued...

"Trust me, it’s not that simple! Guys here are just… sigh… It’s just not simple."

"Is it not simple or is it that your standards are just too high or you want too much?"

" I’d say both… I’d say… I know what I want. And I have yet to find a guy that… matches exactly what I want."

"Maybe that’s the problem, maybe he can’t be exactly what you want; some of it… most of it but not exactly."

"Maybe… but even when I prioritize what matters most to me in a relationship, I still can't seem to meet someone that has those attributes"

"I get that. Well you shouldn't settle, what you want is out there. You know back home in my country, men adore women like you."

"Women like me?"

"Yes! Beautiful,  ambitious, smart, affectionate... You're the type to always make your man feel appreciated. You're the type of woman to put others before yourself. You pick up the pieces but who's there to pick up yours? Women like you. A man would be lucky to have you as his own."

As I smiled softly.

I looked at him staring… not knowing what to say next. I was at a loss for words. But as I laid there thinking about a million places I could be right now; behind a mic somewhere singing for millions of people, being on the big screen, living my dreams… I thought of it all. So many different places I could be right then and now and I would choose right there with him. I tried my hardest, I tried by switching the topic, I tried by looking in my phone, I tried by talking about Instagram and snap chat… I even tried by saying…

"When do you go back to Switzerland?"

" Sunday…"

He answers.

But no matter how much I tried to fight it… I was falling for him.

"I see in your status you like white guys."

"I knew this was coming."

"I have to know... why white guys?"

"I never said I like white guys... I said white men shoot your shot. There's a difference."

As we both laugh.

"But ugh I do like the thought of being in an interracial relationship. I have date all sorts of men of different races but so far I'd say my connection is always been much stronger with the white guys I've dated.  Their style, their demeanor, their openness... White guys are way more affectionate in my opinion. It's hard to meet guys who meets your expectations with affection. Well based on my experience... They care more and they appreciate a black woman more. All we want is to be loved, to be held, to be reassured that we're beautiful and to be and feel appreciated. All we want is to be happy. You know? And to top it all off... Black and white goes perfectly together! *As I laughed* We represent something bigger.

"Can't disagree with you."

As he smiles at me.

"You’re also singer… You should sing for me."

"I can’t…"

As I said embassingly.

"Ahh… come on!"

"My throats dry… maybe next time."

" You have to sing for me do anything for me anything.

"Why?"

I laughed.

" Because you listed all these great things about yourself... you should at least prove it."

"I write. My dream is to be a writer."

"Really? Then read me something. One of your favourite pieces"

"I don't have a favourite yet. But I do have something I think you'd enjoy reading when I'm finished it."

"What's it about?"

"Not sure yet. But you'll be the first to read it when I'm done."

"Well I look forward to reading it.

As he sits up.

"What's your favourite song?"

"Depends on my mood."

"What mood are you in right now?"

He asked.

"I'm feeling... pretty relaxed"

"Then play a song you'd usually play when you're relaxed"

"OK sure."

"Let’s go inside, I don’t want to play loud music out here this late."

We then walked in as he connected his phone to the Bluetooth which allowed him to play music around the room.

"Here. "

As he hands me his phone.

" Play a song."

I then played like I'm gonna loose you by Meghan Trainor and John Legend. We sit there on the bed listening to the song as it played. He seemed to have liked it or maybe he just liked me. Either way. he looks at me and smiled. I wanted him so bad but I didn’t want him to judge me, I didn’t want it to change anything. Because I wanted him. I really, really wanted him. I wanted him to hold me. I wanted him to kiss me and I wanted him to be mine. As we ended up face to face; both our hearts beating fast. So fast that I couldn’t hear my own thoughts. As our eyes met and that connection, that stupid, strong connection was just there and we began to kiss; over and over again. 

He smelt so good. Damn. His skin was so soft and his lips were so nice. As the music played in the background and I was on top of him, I begun to unbutton his shirt and he unbutton my pants. He then rolled over on top of me and started kissing me from legs come straight up as he undressed me.

My heart chose him. And as he pulled my panties down and kissed on to top my vagina and begun to eat the soul out of me, I closed my eyes and my legs begun to tremble as if it was my first time all over again.

I turned off the lamp and he put on a condom and he gave me the best sex I had ever had in my entire life. Have you ever had that kind of sex where you two make love? Where every kiss, every touch and ever stroke is sensitive?  

Where you just want to scream “I love you baby, don’t stop”? That sex where you would leave to go across the world with him if you could? That sex where you don’t want no one else but them? Dario K, Mr. Switzerland gave me that type of sex that I would never forget.  

As he squeezed my boobs and spanked my ass as I ride him and he begun to climax and I just kept going and going; just feeling the warmth of his body, the tenderness of his kiss as my chest rest on his and he gave me the last two deep and sweet stokes and I climaxed. 

Breathing deeply as my body begun to weaken he kisses me then looks at me and says...

"You are amazing."

I then smiled and kissed him again and soon after we went at it again. Trust me when I said it was good enough to make you fall in love but that’s not when I fell in love with Mr. Switzerland.

An hour later we were just lying there naked and snuggled up talking. He had his hand between my legs rubbing it while I held the other. After fighting so hard to say this I said.

"I wish you didn’t have to leave."

"Me too. Trust me, me too."

I then stared at him wondering in my head… could it be him? Like seriously. Could he be the one? No you idiot. He doesn’t live here and you’ll never see him again.

"Would you like another drink?"

"Yes please."

He then got up naked and I stared at him as he walked over to the mini bar and grabbed a drink. 

Gosh he was so yummy. I mean can you imagine living with him and getting to see that naked body every morning and every night? Can you imagine just touching it? Kissing it? Making love to it? I then got up and walked behind him and placed my arms around him as my breast touched his lower back because he was much taller than I was and laid my head on his back and said…

" I’m glad I met you."

"So am I."

He then gave me a glass of water and we both drank as we couldn’t stop staring at each other.

"What are you doing tomorrow night?"

" Well I am going to Aura again to hang out, you’re always welcome to join me."

" Sounds good. I’d definitely take you up on that."

As I took his cup out of his hand.

"Good. Now how about we finish what we started. "

As I placed the cup on the table and begun to kiss him.

We then started kissing on the bed as I sat on top of him and he started kissing my neck and I was ticklish and begun to laugh.

"You are absolutely beautiful! And your smile is just so amazing."

"Stop. I’m not."

He just wouldn't quit it with the compliments... not that I was complaining.

" Ugh come on. But you are. Trust me, you’ll find Mr. Right, he'll treat you like the queen you are. I promise you that. He'd be stupid not to"

If he only knew I wish that  guy would be him. So I just kissed him more. I didn’t want to think about him leaving so I just kissed him and I just enjoyed the moment whilst it lasted. Soon after there was a sound at the door of someone opening it as I quickly grabbed the covers. It was his twin brother as he tried to get his attention to let him know not to come in. He spoke in Schwiizerdutsch. I’d quote it but… well we both know I couldn’t understand it. His brother then immediately turned around locked the door back and left.

"Okay… I’ll grab my clothes. "

As he kissed me again.

"Yeah.. we probably should do that."

We both got dressed and I went to the back to grab my sneakers from outside and saw his brother sitting out back smoking a cigarette.

"Hey, Riccardo right?"

"Yeah. "

As he shakes my hand.

"You remember me from last night right?"

Ugh…

"With Ella… the girl who was in all that pain."

"Oh yeah, yeah, yeah…"

"Did you ever message her?"

"No… totally slipped my mind"

"Good! Probably best you don't."

"Yeah she’s one of those wacky girls… not my type. I saw straight through her."

"I’m glad to hear that! You dodged a bullet. And she’s only 17."

As I put on my sneakers.

"No way."

I know what you’re thinking… But he had to know. He just had to. Especially if there was some sort of small, tiny possibility that he could wined up my brother in law.

"Yup. I don’t know her that well. Her friends bailed on her and I just had to help her out. But I know based on what happened that night, that girl is bad news."

"Wow… thanks any way."

" Any time. And it was nice seeing you again."

As I headed  back inside.

"Like wise" 

And he continued smoking. 

I then walked straight up to Dario and kissed him again.

"What time is it?"

As I picked up my phone.

" No way it’s  4am? Time surely flies when you’re having a good time."

"It really does."

I then turned on my selfie case to look for my keys and Dario became amaze.

"What is this?"

"A selfie case."

"Ah, Come on!"

As I laughed.

"What’s the matter?"

"Why do you need that?"

"Because… when I’m out in a club or something and I want to take pictures, I’d use the light from this."

"Sounds like you take a lot of selfies…"

"Not that much…"

"Let me see." 

"It’s not that much look."

"Over 4 thousand selfies? Ah Come on Precious! That’s ridiculous!"

As I laughed

"Trust me, the average girl has way more selfies than that, guarantee."

"That’s crazy!"

He went through my photos I then thought to myself, what if he sees the nudes of the female I have saved on my phone and thinks it’s me? No the question should be, what if he judge me for them and think I send pictures of my body to guys.

"Keep scrolling you might see some nudes. "

As I teased, while trying to get a reaction out of him.

"What? You take them?"

He says unimpressed.

"No actually I don’t. I was teasing but many guys on tinder always ask for them and it is so annoying."

"You shouldn’t take those."

"I agree."

"No seriously, don’t ever trust a guy with photos of your body."

As we walked outside.

" I remember this one girl, beautiful body, she sent me photos of her body and I promised her I wouldn’t show any one and I still did. I showed my friends and I felt bad for that."

"Wow…"

"Yeah, if a guy can’t wait to see your body face to face then he doesn’t deserve to see it at all. If he had a chance to sleep with you, like me, then there is no need for nudes at all because he saw you totally naked and everything he needs… is in his mind. Always remember that."

As he walked ahead of me, I stopped. Everything around me, stopped. Time, oxygen, the wind, that moment… it all just stopped. I stared at him and all I saw was the guy from my dreams. I had just dreamt of him every night and now you’ve come to life? How was that even possible? Or could it be that I was still dreaming? Could it be that I’m still at home sleeping and all of this is in my head? As he snapped me out of my gaze.

"Are you ok?"

I couldn’t believe that I was not dreaming. It was then, at that very moment, that very time, that very place… I fell in love with Mr. Switzerland. Without any hesitations I stood in front of him, I placed my arms around his neck, I tiptoed and I kissed him. I kissed him like I’ve never done before. I kissed him like there was no tomorrow. He wrapped his arms around my body and held me close and I knew I wanted him. I knew I couldn’t be without him, I knew that he had to be mine. I just knew it. As we released from the kiss, finally, we stared into each other’s eyes and he asked…

"What was that for?"

He asked.

"Just because... "

As I blushed.

"Just because what?"

"Just because you gave me such an amazing night."

As he smiled and kissed me again.

"I should be thanking you."

He then walked me to my car as we held hands walking late at night down the street.

It was so perfect. I laid my head on his arm and listened to him talk.

People say that true love does not exist but… they lied. There’s this instant connection where your heart, your mind and your soul becomes one… There's something to the cliché of two hearts beating together as one: Research shows that we do experience love in the moment as a state of communion. In this moment of deep connection, people in love mirror each other’s  expressions, gestures, and even physiological rhythms. But love can also be a lasting mental and emotional state in which we care deeply for each other's well being, feel moved by each other's pain and motivated to help relieve each other's suffering. We become one.

"So how did she break your heart?"

"Huh?"

"Whoever she is… I know it wasn’t you so what did she do?"

He then paused for a second as if I brought back painful memories and started a sensitive topic. He didn’t answer and I didn’t bother to ask again. Soon after we approached my car and I said…

"Well this is me…"

"She cheated on me."

He said.

I then became baffled, I nearly forgot I asked a question, because of how long he took to respond...

"Oh…"

"She was seeing this other guy and we broke up because of it and then the next day she went into a relationship with him. "

At a loss for words I stood there. Not knowing if to comfort him or to just change the topic. Soon after I said…

"Sigh… I could see it you know. That you were hurt. It’s in the way you do things, it’s in the way you talk, the way you smile the way try to protect me as though I need protection… But you do. You need to trust that you'll meet another woman who will protect you in ways she didn't.

"Ah come on... I'm the one giving the pep talks here"

" I know, you're a lot like me in that way. We help everyone but who's left to help us? You deserve the best. We all do and maybe she wasn’t your best and you weren’t hers… It sucks but it’s the truth. But look on the bright side… we met each other. That’s gotta count for something right?"

As he laughed.

" It counts for a lot."

"Good."

As we kissed.

"I really enjoyed my night."

" Me too. Drive safe and message me once you get home safely."

"I will."

As I kissed him again.

"Goodnight Mr. Switzerland"

"Goodnight darling."

I then left and with him on my mind I just couldn’t stop smiling. We connected in a way that couldn't be explained. He was just too good to be true. And I had to see again. Before he left forever...

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