Yes, You Belong To Me

Yes, you belong to me

Amanda V. Jones

Smashwords Edition

Copyright 2015

Edited by

Marija Weber

Translated by

Marija Weber

Cover art design by

John Galo

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About the Author

Amanda V. Jones – a young writer, life lover, adventurer, lecturer and author of unusually exciting novels.

About the Book

Unusually exciting, this book will provoke you to think about those little things we neglect. Is anything in this world an absolute coincidence? True love in a wrong time? Wrong love in a true time?

Maybe we are not aware of how much we are wrong regarding what we consider not to be right. Maybe, I life, everything is right. Place. Time. People.

Table of Contents

I - About the Author

II - About the Book

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Devoted to two most important women of my life- my mother and my sister. Thank you for making my life complete.

Chapter 1

The Christmas and New Year atmosphere is magical and its magic is enhanced by the fact that even the city that never sleeps looks peaceful and delighted. As hustly as the residents – and the visitors as well - of the city may be, focusing only on their jobs and aims, when holiday season hit they are taken but the beauty and the significance of holidays and the entire holiday atmosphere, too. This is probably one of the most beautiful cities of the world, in which one can have wonderful, winter moments. New York, 6th Avenue, three girls standing in front of the ‘ Exxon ‘ building. They have just made a deal to chat in English, so they could manage to learn from the mistakes and speak the best language they can.

„Do you like it?, asked Sandra smiling. This is definitely one of the mostly photographed decorations of New York in this time of an year."

I searched a bit what to visit when one is in New York, but nobody mentioned anything about this, though it is phenomenal., answered Anna obviously amazed at the look. The two are school friends, twenty-five-years- old who love each other all these years. Six years ago, exactly after graduating from a high school, Sandra has moved to New York. Their everyday meeting turned into seeing each other on the holidays and important dates. All the talks came down to skype, but even that couldn’t change their relationship. Ana had a baby six months ago and decided to take a rest from waking up on every three hours by traveling with her younger sister during holidays. Last time she saw Sandra it was a year ago, on her wedding, so they have come to a conclusion that a visit to New York should be the right thing to do. A tall brunette of a middle- length hair, with the weight that has not much altered after the birth, had a lovely face and a wide smile. A slightly taller- around 70 inches- slim blonde with sharp face features was happy for the visit of two sisters.

Big, red, decorative, round balls… how lovely it is!, came a voice from Sarah Simic, soaking everything around her and trying to memorize every moment here the more she could.

A beautiful twenty- year- old, at first sight, artistic, absent- minded soul, but that was pretty far from the reality. She was looking at the lamps rolled around the bare trees and compared them to the people she knew. Dressed in expensive clothes, brands glimmering on them, they tried to fulfill the emptiness inside. If you scratch a little under the surface, you realize they are not much different from the bare trees. But, there is a thing. The trees won’t be naked when the spring comes, she thought and a little smile crossed over her face. The look upon these balls is magical, takes your breath away giving you the phenomenal feeling and forcing you to enjoy in it. To feel. Anna and Sandra automatically turned to Sara who was expressing the amazement in her particular way.

Actually, it is not a magnificent idea, but the effect is exactly like that.

Over- dimensioned  decorative balls, that’s what you think, huh?, said Anna giving her younger sister a questionable look.

"Yeah. How ordinary things look fascinating if we magnify or diminute them, or if they shine in a fake glow… like when you fall in love. You over- dimensionize the virtues, diminute the flows and think you found a man of your life. You forget the holidays are soon over, euphoria is gone… you don’t even turn around and lamps and decorations are put off in old boxes. ‘

This is probably related to my getting married young. I know you consider the paper irrelevant for the happiness, but it would be nice if you would try to understand.

I do understand you, Anna.

But?

But I don’t excuse you.  

Sandra interrupted the sister conversation. It’s almost midnight, we should go. I haven’t planned this for tomorrow, I thought you would need a break, but you are tireless, so it turned out good. She stood between Sarah and Anna and hugged them. I missed you so much. She turned her head towards Sandra and continue: I can not describe how glad I am you're here. Each word would be diminutive compared to how happy I am. I know you're thinking about the baby, but believe me, that we will fulfill the maximum of time. I love you. I love you,  too, philosopher!, she said to turning his head toward Sara.

Do you know how to shut up? Sometimes? I do not want to cry now. But will we pay that light tour tomorrow? Anna skillfully avoided to say how much he loved her, because that would turn it into a competition with compliments and declarations of love. A look of surprise for a moment, a wide smile and a nod, Miss Anna, if you choose to pay this arrangement, know that you will have the opportunity to see the laser light show visiting Grand Central Terminal, 5th Avenue, Central Park, as well as the already famous Christmas tree in front of Rockefeller Center. This was not fun enough, so she added, in a convincing voice of a woman who works in a travel agency: This is certainly a beautiful arrangement that you should not miss if you are in New York during the holidays.

Dubbed, in the same voice, they laughed, passing by a perfumery in which window they looked themselves. To the astonishment of the sisters that never before were in this city, working time of the perfumery was 00-24h. One would say, without a key. They stopped and entered. What can be interesting to women as makeup, perfumes, cosmetics, and even in the midnight? After more than half an hour sight-seeing and considering what lipstick is the best to remember the holiday in the city that never sleeps (literally no sleeping), Sarah decided to bright pink tint, while Ana chose brown. Around this one Sarah hesitated, but gave up because she thought she would  resemble a Spanish girl, commenting in her manner: If I bought this lipstick, I would look like the maid from the Spanish soap opera . - Yo estoy Guadeloupe, your grandfather. - All three chuckled and went back into the apartment. Tired and happy, like a child on carousel  having head spins from successive run. Anna and Sarah set off from Belgrade on flight at 20h, local time, and came out from the airport in New York with Sandra, around 21h, respectively, around 03h by Serbian time. They left things in the apartment, quickly dined  and came out together to feel a part of the festive magic. They were going to sleep; Anna and Sarah were given a king bed, and Sandra is sleeping on the angular set in the living room. Standing at the door of the room, Sandra announced: This has been a difficult day for you two. Have a good rest tonight, and tomorrow we will continue. Good night.

Good night, Sandra, they answered almost simultaneously.

Chapter 2

The morning dawned and Anna was in a deep sleep while Sarah quietly snug out of the bed, not to wake her up. In a soft rose pajamas, with a smile varying from half a meter to a meter, in a city of fulfilled dreams and unfulfilled desires, Sarah made her first coffee. So called Turkish coffee was her ritual for the beginning of the day consisting of a preparation and sipping of a cup. While she was waiting for the water to boil, she looked at a clock showing 11 o’clock. Man, I must have been really tired. She approached the window and watched the street, the building across, the lost passers- by, gentleman walking and gentle snowflakes that made her lose the track of time. Her look stopped at the building on the other side of the street. She wasn’t aware that in the apartment across the street, a couple wanted her to watch them. They moved the curtain and stood near the window. In that way they made it clear they wanted her to watch them, so they let themselves go to a passionate petting. She didn’t expect that. Just a look in that direction made her feel uncomfortable. I guess  they don’t expect me to start petting myself. Ok, I might have that voyeur look on my face when I get up. She shyly looked down and stepped from the window, going back to the kitchen. She decided to make a coffee for Anna, too, and meanwhile cut the fruits for the breakfast. She found a message on the fridge. I come from the work earlier!, Sara smiled and started to set the table. First she moved the vase with the flowers. The paper was leaned against it. There is a jar on my table. A jar of wishes. Write down what you would like to experience and put it in. It works for sure!

She came to the table and the magic jar was there. She took a paper and wrote down I want to fall in love. She released a deep sigh and rolled a jar ( so that her wish is mixed with the others ) and closed it. I want somebody to love me, to trust him, please… , she whispered and came back to the preparation of the breakfast. She set at the table, but she wanted to wait for the sister so they could have a breakfast together. She drunk a sip of coffee and thought about how much this city suits her. She is getting obsessed with every moment she spends here, there is always something going on… young and impatient, she could hardly wait for a new tour. Sandra works in a pretty luxurious hotel. It is very modern, having that moving energy. With her blonde hair, in the bob shape so that it always looks neat, big blue eyes, with pale complexion and long legs, she looked like she has just come off the runway in German fashion week. She can be very phlegmatic or even sarcastic, so she responds to guests who often tip her for being responsible, well- organized and fast reacting. Until graduation she lived in Serbia with parents, and then se decided to move to New York, where she has lived for six years. Her departure from Belgrade Anna took very  badly, and  Sandra herself has not fared better. Something that even Sarah did not forget is  the scene at the airport Nikola Tesla in Belgrade. Anna came with her parents and sister. Sandra came with her parents. Already greeted everyone except Anna. She left her for the end. They stood facing each other and looked up. Tears were streaming down their cheeks, but that did not stop them to smile at each other. At times it looked like it would be a delicate touch and they would crumble. They hugged and kissed firmly. They did not let themselves to the emotions which were everywhere. They stayed dignified, without too much whining. They promised not to cry, because they hate people who cry for every little thing, and who always have lift dams on the tear duct. Months passed while Ana found out that, after nearly seven hours long flight, Sandra arrived in New York all swollen from tears and sobs. At the other end of the planet, Anna was in fever from tears and frustration. It was one of those farewells when you are, deep down, convinced that this person you will not see, probably ever again. Farewell you put into balance with death. So much pain. Sincere pain in the hearts of graduates. They corresponded daily, telephoned each other by aligning the difference in time and counted down the days until Sandra's re-arrival in the summer. Sarah was so wandered in her thoughts that she did not even notice when Anna stood up and sat down at the table, sipping coffee which was waiting for a good morning.

Hey, good morning, wandering beauty!

 Sarah jumped and restored the material in the head on which the century, year, month and day it was. After breakfast they dressed and went to surprise Sandra by waiting her in front of the hotel. They followed a map on the phone and after a bit of circulation, found themselves in front of the hotel. What they both noticed was that people are relaxed dressed (or neglected, in Sarah connotation), without a lot of makeup and in a hurry. Everyone was filled with pre- holiday madness. Sarah has decided to put on a short purple dress with long sleeves, black boots above the knees, with heels that allow her to be as tall as Anna and Sandra. Unlike her, her sister is dressed casual. Both were wearing make-up and hair blew- dry. Leaving the building, Sarah threw on her own account: Yes, I'm in New York and I feel damn sexy! Seductive walk, as if she was walking down the catwalk, she walked beside Anna. They wanted to take Sandra for a lunch. They needed a couple of minutes to 15h and sisters controversies were about how the weather in this town, literally flies. They were standing near the hotel and have noticed Sandra, who paused. Great jeep parked in front of her, and the glass is a little off. They could not see with whom Sandra talks, but the whole image looked unusual. These cars can be driven only by some important or a tough guy, and Sandra ended a phone talk with a winning smile and put something into the bag. The car raced from the parking lot. She noticed Sarah and Anna and her business smile turned into a real, in the one that shows how much she was wonderful and good person.

„Hey, what a surprise! I see you're getting along nicely, I'll have to keep you here as long as possible! Have you quickly found a hotel?"

With the help of the map, we quickly got here. We agreed to wait here and take you to lunch., Kindly added Anna.

Okay! It's an offer you can not refuse! By the way, you're really pretty. The little one is especially handsome..uhhh! Do not you let them steal you from me. She turned to Sara, who always had something to say: It's not such a bad idea.

I paid the arrangement over the Internet, so we can go on a tour, but after lunch and posing for social networks. While pronouncing this, Sandra's view was in the direction of Anna, so they mysteriously giggled. I guess it's some kind of inside joke. How interesting, I'm dying of laughter!, Sara rolled her eyes, walking one step behind the two. Anna has lowered her tone. She didn’t want Sara to hear the next part of the conversation between her and Sandra.

Great. But who were you talking in front of the hotel? Ana looked straight into her eyes, not looking where she was going. Confusion on Sandra's face brought her suspicions and sour smile confirmed that there is something wrong, even though within a few seconds she charmingly replied: Oh, Anna, you do not know the person. There is no point in talking until you knew each other. Anna's look through and curiously which was broken by the younger sister.

Can we come in the first place? My thighs were cold. Sandra laughed.

We are close, do not whine! You look great. It is worth to endure the coldness for such a chance. They got into a very beautiful and unusual restaurant, and before the waiter came Sarah said: Order for me - a sandwich and a salad, and I'm going to the restroom to wash my hands. They ordered what they wanted from a handsome waiter, and among the order was found and a bottle of white wine. As she came out of the toilet and in an easy walk approached their desk, an older gentleman was weighing her from head to toe, with one of those (disgusting) smile. Sarah noticed it, but tried to ignore it. She sat at the table, in a nice mood, because she noticed a bottle of wine.

What a charismatic smile!, Sandra teased, trying to ease the discomfort for the view of an unknown man, who could not stop staring at Sarah.

It makes me want to hit that grandpa, at the next table, so hard on the head ... so his jaw back into the box from which he took it this morning! Said Sara quietly, through her teeth, furious, but with a wide smile. Her findings were very strange, but the way of saying it was very nice. No one could resist this particular girl and her twisted sense of humor. The women laughed, and then toasted to the holidays and fun they will have together. Sarah noticed that Sandra was absent, at times. As someone who has problems. As someone who has grown old in a short time. She was interrupted by the voice from the inside: Well, Sarah, enough with the conspiracy theory! She's probably tired. Perhaps it is this way because her job requires a certain amount of seriousness and codes that one must be complied with, and she is young to successfully separate business and entertainment. Women's chat was not near the end, but it was Sandra who artificially created it, calling the waiter to come and collect. Ana took out the wallet, Sandra put her arm over it: Please, you two are my guests, I'm not about to argue this.

Of course we will not discuss, because I'll pay. After all, it was a deal! The waiter listened to their conversation, and said: Ladies, your account is paid. Anna and Sandra were surprised, but Sarah reacted quickly: Who ... Her question was interrupted by a charismatic waiter, ready to respond: I got a great tip not to answer that question. Although, I believe that the  Mr. himself will say. Have a nice day! The women did not pay much attention to this. The best tactic was to ignore, not to give importance to this situation. Although, even if they had the desire to thank the mystery man, many more were they curious (there is always a chance that the account was paid by a good - looking guy). They've dressed up and, coming out of the restaurant, Anna said: Well, at least we know that he is the gentleman. I thank him. In front of them, by a sidewalk, someone parked the car and the man lowered the glass. He wanted to address to them, obviously, but he waited. What?

He paid for dinner., Sarah whispered to her sister, as if seeking protection.

That was you? Well, thanks, but you should not pay our bills. We really do think that!, said Anna with evident disgust on her face, letting him know how disgusting he was in their eyes.

It is. I hope to have a chance to repeat it., he replied, holding a cigarette between high and index fingers. Sarah did not resist to send him a word. Sure you will not have a chance, so move! You're getting boring.

Little wilders! I like that!, mumbled the old man, adding gas. The three of them remained on the sidewalk, looked pale and dull. Expressing how much they are disgusted, even though he was gone. After the dramatic views, they regained their moods, like an old, well-preserved coats.

It's time to head to the Grand Central Terminal; to see the laser light show, and then try to go around the 5th Avenue, Central Park ..., Sandra broke the monotony.

Can we all get to see it all today?, Sarah was curious.

Probably, if we hurried. If you're not any more able to walk in those boots, we'll leave something for the other days. Sandra said politely.

Boots are not her problem, nor walking in them. You know what a detailed person she is, she wants to sniff around every corner. Older sister pretty well knows younger. They just started a tour, and Sarah was familiar with some well- known movie scenes passed through his head, while visiting these cites in live. What she also did not miss to notice is that there are no traffic jams. Everything seemed as if gliding, very flowing. The city lived non-stop, and with so much crowd people were still relaxed and friendly.

It may sound paradoxical, but this city seems as a safe place. Silence, that did not last long, was interrupted by Sarah.

It is safe. And it gives an inner strength. Sandra the leader of the trip, said.

Yeaaaaah! I feel like that's what one has to do - to imagine. And it will become ones reality, Anna was wandering.

Dreams come true here, don’t they? Look, they have made this a city of ideas and passion! Freedom of expression, thought, movement ... Freedom of creation. Thanks for my being here. Sarah looked at the sky, as if to God. Hours passed, and they decided to leave for another night the tour around Rockefeller Center and taking photos  in front of two Christmas trees, which are on the opposite sides. They continued, walking down the Lexington Avenue, with views of the famous Chrysler Building. Sent off by  delicate snowflakes, which were carried by the wind, they momentarily felt like a princess from a fairy tale. Unlike Sandra and Anna, Sarah loves snow. It always wakes emotions in her. She looked like someone who was on the verge of a cry. Because of the wind, happiness, sorrow or deficiencies that she would not know how to explain. Perhaps because of the overall situation. Perhaps because of intuition. As they walked, Sandra noted they have a lot more to visit, see, feel and taste. Woman chatting continue over the story of the boys, falling in love. Sandra complained that her last relationship lasted seven months, and then he moved to LA. Since then she is at a distance for fear of being hurt. Overtired they came in the flat and without much unnecessary words went to sleep. Sarah was lying next to Anna, who immediately fell asleep, and looked at the ceiling. She felt sorrow, a pain that she could not define ... something like cooking in the stomach. Although she was wearing her pink pajamas, for which she profoundly believed to bring good luck, this time she did not feel that way. She tried to sleep, thinking about what she's learned today. She had no idea that intuition may be correct. We need to monitor internal signals. Beats. Impulse. She did not know she was foretelling.

Chapter 3

On the other side of the city many envelopes arrived at the Adams villa. The housekeeper, Josephine, carried two bags loaded with post - cards, congrats and letters. Every year, at this time before the holidays, the most loyal fans write to their favorite actor and there the card specially made him and set to him by kids from the orphanage, to whom Mr. Adams is the greatest donor. There was one big envelope. Approximately, a meter wide, two meters long. It wasn’t difficult. Whatsmore, it was very light, as if there was nothing in it. This was the first wave of letter coming to his address which he reads during the holidays, if he has some free time. A huge envelope, hand made, was covered in pictures cut out from the newspaper and each had Mr. Adams on it.

Someone tried really hard. The fanatic fans., muttered the housekeeper and took the mail to the working room.  

Ser, there are cards for you. All of those are in the bag. This is for you, too. It couldn’t fit in. Someone was very eager to be read.

Mr. Adams was amazed at the effort of a person who sent the great envelope. He opened it, trying not to rip it more than necessary. The housekeeper left the room. Someone wanted to be noticed. Let me see who that is. The letter gave up neither address nor the name of the one who sent it, but had a small paper on which it was printed: "Your daughter sold her virginity to