We should start
In my free time, I really like reading. But in this section, I usually go for the hard stuff, my inner soul is eternal bonded to all kinds of books with romance and some sort of kinky stuff in there. Let`s just keep it simple and say that I am a 50 shades fan. I love photography and I am very proud of my DSLR. I love singing although I don`t have the talent to do it. And, usually, I love everything that nature gives me.
That`s enough about me, I finally arrive home. It`s time for me to grab my things and get inside for a Netflix free time just for myself.
While locking my car, with my hands full of groceries and clothes from my latest shopping trip, I try to grab my key chain to have them close when I reach the door to my apartment. In that exactly moment, I am sure I can sense someone watching me. No worries, this is normal for me. Usually in the most simple moments, when I least expect it, I can sense someone is watching over me.
With this thought in my head, I remember that even my grandma said that I was special. That was until I had a dream about her dying… and that happened in the next month. Since then, no other dreams, no other signs for my special part. Maybe, it`s all in my head and I am just over thinking every bit of the way.
A few hours later:
10th men down starts singing from my phone. I quickly grab it although I was deep in sleep (this is what happens after a day full of work and shopping). My best friend Ilary calls, she wants to meet up… with me and his other two boyfriends. Only one of them is her boyfriend and the other is a friend of the boyfriend. Why does this feel like a complete set-up? Even though I know that there is something wrong with her intentions, I accept it and start to prep myself for this evening. Usually for Ilary, coffee means a pub, and after that club and dancing and drinking. She knows that I don`t drink, only for special occasions, and she knows that lately I have been way too busy with work.
I am an addict for 50`s dresses. So I grab one from my closet, just a tiny bit updated for me, to give it a hint of modernism. My heels are in place. My hair is done and make-up on. It`s time to go and have fun this night. This thought is convincing because tomorrow is Saturday and I can sleep in as much as I want.
C-PUB door is opened for me by some random client in there. I quickly get inside and start looking from my left to my right. Hopefully I can spot my friend somewhere. But again, in that moment, at the corner of my eye something is moving. It`s moving fast and closely and I don`t even get a chance to blink. And that is the moment when I wake up. I wake up because some random stranger who was in a full hurry collapsed with me (maybe this is my special ability, to get hit on, by random strangers, in the most unproductive way possible). He just left, and I was really angry but then someone grabbed my arm.
“Hello there clumsy little girl, are you ok? I hope my brother hasn`t hurt you…”
And that is when silent fueled me. I could not say a simple word. This is maybe because his deep blue eyes (not like the ocean, more like a winter sky) stared right in mine. He was completely and undeniable handsome. He is tall, and oh my god, great hair! His hair is brown but he wears it on the back, not long though… I am completely mesmerized and I am making a great fool of myself because I am talking in my head! And gosh, look at that muscular body...
“Hey!” And that is all I can answer at the moment…
“Are you OK? I am Paul, like I said, I hope my brother hasn`t hurt you. He was the one who hit you, literally”
“Luren. Nice to meet you!” ---- looong pause of deep thoughts ----- how I wish he could sweep me off my feet now --- “I am ok, I feel just fine, thank you!”
“Ok, I am glad to hear that. We are new in town, maybe, our paths will cross again sometimes”
I am perplexed. “Ah, yes. Maybe!” and that was all she said... and trust me when I say that I sounded like a cold voice. My face red, my cheeks burning and all he said next was:
“It was nice to meet you Luren, see you around!”
And another arm grabbed my wrist, of course it was Ilary with her awesome boyfriend and another handsome stranger was with them.
What on earth it`s wrong with me? Not every man I meet is handsome, but somehow, lately, most of them are.
