Only You Can Attract Me: The Maldives Has A Story To Tell

Emily entered Green Bells Hospital, it was easy for her to find Damian's office. She opened the door with ease and let her eyes fall on the young, dashing doctor. She'd been told Damian was one of the best plastic surgeons in Los Angeles, but his physical appearance was left out.

"Doctor Damian, it's a pleasure to meet you," Emily said, extending her hand for a handshake.

He shook her hand with a welcoming smile. "The pleasure is all mine. Please take a seat. Tell me your name."

"My name is Emily."

"Great, so let's talk about why you're here."

Damian was just too perfect, above average height and good looks, Emily thought to herself. He'd chosen the wrong profession, he'd've been a model, because no other job would have suited his handsome physique, and his face would make a passerby look back twice.

Damian stopped talking when he saw that Emily was lost in her own world.

In all the years he'd been a doctor, this happened all the time, and usually they just said the same words, "Are you free for coffee tomorrow night?"

Damian wanted to, declined because he's in high demand so he's almost always working, but he said, "You're invited? I guess ten o'clock sharp."

Emily nodded.

It was hard to make time for her because he'd a busy schedule. However, he couldn't remember the last time he was in a relationship. His work takes up all his time and he rarely spends time with anyone but himself, but this time he decides to make an exception.

Damian's previous relationships have never lasted more than three months, sometimes only a week or a week. He's looking for the one that will knock my socks off.

Emily chortled. "What exactly are you looking for in a woman?"

"I can't say. I'll know the right woman when I see one."

"Okay..." replied Emily, biting her lips seductively. "Don't you need a woman who can satisfy you in bed?"

"Yes, I do, but -"

Before he could finish speaking, she got up from her table, walked up to him and pressed a kiss to his lips.

Damian, being resistant, said, "We should take it one step at a time."

"How about dinner at my place after work, then we can get to know each other better," Emily said.

"That will be a good idea." Damian nodded.

When she saw him, she'd to smile, because she'd a little doubt that he wouldn't be able to make it because of his busy schedule at work.

She walked up to him, pressed a kiss on his cheek and greeted him. They exchanged pleasantries and headed out to dinner.

The evening was inviting, full of life, with the light of the moon complementing the night as they sat outside staring at the stars after dinner.

"They're beautiful, aren't they?" asked Damian.

"Yes, they're."

After long hours of discussion and laughter, the night was over.

After their romantic time the night before, they'd both started their relationship with a series of text messages and phone calls, and the love he showed her was extraordinary.

But Emily was confused, wondering if she wasn't good enough to give in to her sexual desire. Two weeks have now passed, but no physical intimacy has taken place.

"I'm sorry, I forgot to tell you that I'll be home very late. That's why I got this on the way back." said Damian.

"How nice of you." She said coldly.

"Don't you like it?"

"I do, but when are we going to have sex?"

With this question, without appreciating the gifts, he was sure that she wasn't the one, although he'd felt it all along.

"All the time I spent with you I wanted to feel something, I wanted to feel a spark, but I felt nothing, no connection, I -"

"You know what, you watch too many romance movies, I'm out of here." She walked out of his bedroom, carrying the bags she'd brought and his gifts, and left his house.

After a busy day, Damian had gotten a ticket to the Lovers' Day, where poets recited their poetry, but one particular girl caught his attention. He gave her his full attention because of her beauty. When she recited her poem, he stood motionless and let the poetry fill his soul.

She finished the poem by saying, "Love is madness for someone, a state of sleeplessness and distraction. Love is tender, fleeting and above all spontaneous. Love thrives on honesty, sincerity, coupled with mutual responsibility and concern. It usually comes at first sight, but for it to grow, you've to make it blossom by putting your open heart and soul into it."

Their relationship lasted longer than the usual three months. He took her out to a prom party. She wore a white dress of gauzy fabric that sat high on her neck. She rounded her waist with a black ribbon and also wore a beautiful necklace that glittered on her neck. She felt like Cinderella, as everyone was overwhelmed by her magnificence and admired her.

Damian nevertheless seemed enchanting and stumbled after her in his drab evening gown. He squeezed her cool hand, circled her slender waist, and twirled her helplessly across the floor in his arms.

He smelled the perfume of her hair as she danced to the beat. After the dance, he complimented her on her beauty, her dancing, and thanked her for an unforgettable evening.

They then went to dinner. After dinner they strolled across the terrace, he held his breath, dazzled by the gleam of her boundless eyes, and began to poem, "I can never look at a dewdrop in a buttercup without seeing rays of love in the slips of your eyes."

"There's unity in you; your face and form is a blend of perfect lines and contours."

"In you is sameness; your features are exquisitely proportioned, sculpted as no sculptor could sculpt them."

"I think of God when I see you." He marvelled at the creation of such perfection.

"If, as he believed, harmony must give unity and sameness to each of its works in order to produce beauty, then he was before a living emblem of harmony and therefore of beauty."

"You're so beautiful, how deliciously feminine and provocative you're!"

"What incomparable fusion of form and colour in your divine features!"

"Your beauty is ecstasy and gives me intense pleasure."

"Your beauty is eternity looking at me in every image of you."

"Your beauty is inflamed heart that burns me in your eyes, which are one shadow more and one ray less."

"Your beauty is the soul enchanted. Films like luminous irregular rainbows in the memory of your image that I see even though I close my eyes."

"Your beauty is life when life reveals your face."

"Rose, your beauty is an ever-blooming garden and a host of angels in flight." He paused for a while.

Her cheeks filled with delicious blushes. He kept filling her with wonderful words, so tender and intense.

He pulled her into his masterful arms and pressed a kiss on her warm lips, sending extraordinary charms through her whole body, while his strong hands protected her from the roughness of the world.

She felt her love rising like a flame inside her. She felt her whole body tremble with excitement and ecstasy of the thrill that overtook her.

"Was that original?" she asked.

He smiled. "You just made me a poet like you. Of course, that was original."

"Mine wasn't original the day we met."

"What're you saying?"

"I plagiarised words from Carina Sanders. She's a writer, not a poet."

"Well, that doesn't change anything now."

Her lips met hers again. For a long moment she'd the taste of heaven on her mouth.

"I love you." she said.

She expected him to say it back to her, but he didn't. His silence made her angry and she pulled away from him.

"We've been together for months and you're still not sure of your feelings for me!"

"I'm sorry, in time I'll learn to love you."

"In time, you say. I don't have time."

At that moment he left her without saying a word, without thinking about his actions.

Damian started dating Judith, he met her on Facebook and brought her from New York to his home, where he got to know her. He found out that she was also a plastic surgeon, which led him to hire her as his assistant since he didn't have one.

Outside, it was drizzling as Damian drove the car. He steered the car through the occasional fog and climbed the winding roads in the high mountains.

"Call me and come home early after surgery," Judith said.

She wished she could join him in Beverly Hills, but she'd not been appointed one of the surgeons who'd to undergo difficult surgery in Beverly Hills; instead, it was Damian.

He met her at home in the kitchen washing dishes after the successful surgery, and instead of his usual greeting, he got a thick neck, "How could you be so late? Why didn't you call? What am I supposed to think?" cries Judith.

"I'm sorry. There was a lot of traffic on the bridge, sometimes life can't be the way you want it, you can't expect me to always be on time. You're a doctor too, so you should know that by now."

"Are you sure it was because of traffic, because practise ended at 6pm? I don't like it when you're late. It makes me mad. Your dinner is in the microwave. I'd appreciate it if you'd call me the next time you're running late."

"Hey babe, sorry..."

Judith chortled. "Oh, you forgot."

At that moment, he remembered that today was her birthday.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry I forgot. I promise to make it up to you."

"How could you forget? When are you even going to remember? How am I supposed to trust you to make it up to me when you're always running around 24/7."

"I was really busy and I just forgot. That's just what happens sometimes."

"Really -"

At that moment, he just had to say the word, "I'm breaking up with you."

"What! You can't be serious!" said Judith, as a glass slipped from her hand, fell into the soapy water and broke.

"I'm. Please, I don't want to see you here tomorrow. I'll compensate you for your time."

"Aargh!" Judith cried out and pulled her hands out of the water. Blood trickled from her right hand down onto her arm.

"Judith." Damian reached for the dish towel she'd taken from the drawer moments ago. He pressed it firmly to the wound. "Sit down."

"It's just a little cut, I'll take care of it myself," Judith said.

"That's just your problem, let me take care of it for you."

"And why would you do that, you just broke up with me."

"That doesn't mean I shouldn't help you when you're in pain."

"What kind of man are you?"

"What kind of man do you think I'm?"

"You're different. Your kind is rare. I've never seen a man who doesn't touch a woman while she's staying with him."

"I can't have sex with a woman I don't love." He paused for a while. "I'm going to get some antiseptic and a bandage."

He went to the bathroom and came back to see that she was stripped to the skin.

"No man can resist the sight of a naked woman."

He dropped the clothes on top of the drawer, took the food out of the microwave and left the kitchen for his room, locking the door.

Damian wasn't sitting in the hospital cafeteria long before he was approached by a woman who sat down next to him.

"Are you free for coffee tomorrow night? You don't seem to have a ring on your finger, so I hope you don't have a girlfriend."

Damian arched an eyebrow and contorted his face into a grin. "I can't believe you just asked me out."

"This is the twenty-first century, women can ask men out. It doesn't say anywhere that only a man can ask a woman out. Don't flatter yourself. I'd probably love to spend time with you, especially when you're not as busy as you're now, holding hands, kissing in the back seat, like romantic couples. I love your eyes."

She wrote her number on a sticky pad and slid it to him. "Call me."

He slid the sticky note back and said, "I'm not interested."

***

A woman speaks into the camera: "Carina Sanders, a woman who inspires other women. She is poetry itself, she is not just an average, slim, white woman, but has some outstanding qualities. Her aura is like that of roses, poetry and galaxies. She could drive a saint mad or bring a king to his knees, not only because of her beauty, but also because of her strength, determination, fierceness and grace. She is not just a woman, a person, a body, but a force, an energy, a source and above all a perfect masterpiece. Let us welcome the bestselling author -"

Carina came in before her name was announced, waving to the audience, who could not stop clapping and shouting with excitement. She settled into her chair as the first question was addressed to her.

"How did your ideas for your first book come about?" the woman asked.

"I thought about writing a romantic book, but I had to build a romantic world. A romantic world with a prince charming and a maid. My ideas for the book came to me in the form of what-if questions: what if there was another prince who wanted the maid for himself? I started thinking about it, and before I knew it, the whole drama was playing out in my head."

"Interesting. How much time did you spend writing the book, then?"

"It took nine months. I had to think a lot about the romantic world I wanted to build. I did a lot of thinking and realized a lot of things that would be perfect for a romantic world in my book."

"What are those things?"

"The Prince Charming and the maid should fall in love first before they kiss, because if they kissed first, it would not fit into the romantic world. It will be a kiss that lies. A first kiss is a kiss of rapture, an exchange of hearts, and an impending wedding."

"Clothes also fit into a romantic world. Every sexual approach is made with clothes. Settings, clothes, objects, all testify to the ritualization of sex, which is the essential character of romance, just like my book." said Carina.

Carina continued to answer the questions she was asked, but the one that hit her the hardest was, "What are you working on now?"

Carina has been suffering from writer's block since she started a new book in January. She started the book and found that it turned out differently than she expected. There was a certain point in her new book where it started to write itself. Certain scenes always stumped her after she wrote them, and she wondered, "Where do we go from here?"

Carina responded to the woman's question, "I have been spinning ideas for the next novel I am writing."

The woman suppressed a smile. "I am glad to hear you are working on a new book, which I am sure will be more successful than this one. I wish you the best of luck."

That was just Carina's fear of not being able to surpass the success of her first book.

Carina decided to overcome her writer's block. After the interview, she went home, flipped open her laptop, and typed in "How To Overcome Writer's Block" on Google.

Google displayed tips she did not think were useful, but someone's comment on one of the pages she opened caught her attention.

She read the comment, "Writer's block is normal for any writer. It takes a while to put a bunch of ideas together into a cohesive book. But it's easier and a lot more fun if you research your book. If you are stuck on a courtroom scene, a prison scene, an astronaut scene, etc. in your book, research can make things a lot easier. Role-playing with a lawyer, observing heart surgery, talking to astronauts, or milking cows on a farm can help you write based on experiences or experiences and relieve your writer's block.

Carina thought: I am writing another romance novel, and it has to be very different from the first one, why is it so hard to write, I can not do research or act out intimate parts.

She buried her head on the laptop for a while in frustration as the sun shone on the tiled floor and the breeze rustled.

She raised her head, the cursor blinking in and out mockingly, too many thoughts running through her head, she put her hand on the keyboard, unable to type. She started laughing hysterically, grabbed a bottle of liquor and downed it. At that moment she drank another bottle until she was completely drunk.

Staring at the screen, which had funny faces on it, she shouted, "Writer's block sucks!"

A brain appeared on the screen and said, "No, it does not."

"Who are you?" asked Carina.

"I am you."

"Hm ..." She said in complete shock and disbelief.

"Do not act so shocked. I am your writer's block and I have come to help you."

"How are you going to help me?"

"Do you know something more fascinating?" Asked it.

"No," said Carina, shaking her head.

"It's me. Your imagination is your power, believe me, you can make up a good story, it's all in your head." She disappeared into the screen.

Carina sighed, laid her head on the desk and fell asleep.