Trey prepared a candle-lit dinner. He had strewn red petals on the ground, gathered to make a heart. He kept checking on her while she slept on the couch and he continued to prepare dinner. He wanted to surprise her. He put a white sheet on the floor and sprinkled it with more red rose petals. They would melt her heart. The room was dim, it looked like the movies. He looked at the big knife and smiled.

“Here comes money.” He made a disgusted sound when he spoke.

He saw his reflection in the knife and smiled.

He had made a buffet of finger food like dates, vanilla fudge, barbeque beef sticks, spicy chicken fillets and a lettuce salad filled with olives. After a long trip, she had to rest. He was busy doing some stuff in his study room when she woke.

“Oh…this is wonderful,” Amanda yawned.

She saw a glimpse of something shining: it was the big knife, and her heart beat fast, her excitement vanishing.

“I am a chef darling,” he said, wrapping his arms around her waist.

“That’s why you can cook,” she giggled and looked at his catlike eyes. They made her drown in love.

“Do you think I’m the best?” he said and kissed her neck. She felt his soft lips and held him tightly. She released him, and he moved off.

She had nothing to fear: if he was a chef then he would own a knife like that. But the knife was all she thought about. She turned and looked around the dark room with candles.

“Trey,” she called out nervously. She wondered why he was not with her and where had gone.

“I am here!” He appeared from the kitchen, holding the tray with the buffet.

She looked and saw the decorations and her mouth opened wide with shock.

“You did this for me,” she said putting her hand to her chest.

He fed her the chicken fillets while they laughed because she wanted to bite him and was not succeeding. They ended up kissing deeply. She felt like she was in heaven, his kiss was sweeter than honey. His hands were the warmth that she needed. He caressed her smooth body.

“Let’s finish this in the bedroom,” he whispered. He led her by her hand and she followed.

There was an open door near the stairs. The light in the next room was switched off. She got a strange feeling and he quickly closed the door. He pulled her away and pointed her in the direction of the bedroom, motioning for her to go ahead.

She did so, and decided she had to call Charlotte. She dialled, and her friend picked up at once.

“He is so romantic: candle-lit dinner, rose petals,” she chuckled.

“You are having it…Tell me is he romantic in…you know,” Charlotte asked, grunting.

“Girl what happens in Vegas!” she said as she heard footsteps.

“Please tell me,” she pleaded.

“I gotta go, later!” Amanda put the phone down quickly and pretended to be stretching her back.

Trey reappeared in the doorway.

“Who were you talking to?” he asked with a sudden change of voice. She didn’t like what she was seeing: anger and jealousy in his eyes.

“It’s my friend who called…she likes to gossip,” she chuckled, but he didn’t laugh.

He walked towards her. She kept on stretching her legs and back.

“Give me the phone!” he demanded.

“No, I need it in case,” she pushed his hand away.

“Look, baby, I want our weekend to be special, so no phones. Did you ever see me with my phone?” he asked her.

She shook her head and hesitated but he kept his hand out.

“Promise if anyone important calls you’ll give it back,” she pleaded.

He agreed and took the phone away, she didn’t know where. The incident was forgotten but she missed her phone, it was her life, especially when she was away from people who she knew better than Trey.

Tell us: Do you think the ‘no phone’ idea is a good one?