The Perfect Guy

What the fuck do I wear to a high school reunion? I'm rummaging through my wardrobe, which is bursting at the seams with office attire, comfy tracksuits, and cocktail dresses that I wore on the cruise last year. Everything is formal or way too glamorous, I should have taken Sabrina's advice and run into Debenhams after work. Oh well, I suppose my black pencil skirt teamed up with my maroon peplum blouse will do. Maybe James might make an appearance this evening, not that I'm looking to get laid tonight or anything, but it will be good to see him. James was my first crush, first proper love, and I still after all these years have a minor soft spot for him. Despite his two-timing ways and somewhat Jack the lad persona, he has a heart of gold. "Mummy, can I watch The Amazing Spider-Man tonight?!" Lewis, my son comes running into my bedroom full of energy and nearly knocks me over as he jumps up at me and I just about manage to catch him in my arms. My only child, my world and the true love of my life. "Well, if auntie Laura says it's ok and if you do your homework, then you can watch it," I reply, stroking his soft hair. He has that gorgeous just out of the bath scent and he gives the best hugs. "Pinky promise," he mumbles in his sweet six-year-old voice as he holds out his little finger. "Good, now get downstairs and eat your dessert," I say, putting him down and he goes speeding off towards the stairs. I only have twenty minutes before the cab gets here, I'll have to go for the nude, natural glow look for tonight. I carefully apply one layer of mascara, I sing along to Christina Aguleria's Genie in the Bottle, an old school tune trying to let my body and mind relax. I hate social gatherings with a passion, especially with people from my past. I try to avoid the friend requests on Facebook as I don't want people to see the tatters of my life, especially since Rudy my soon to be ex husband left me. My phone buzzes. Speak of the devil, Rudy has sent a WhatsApp asking what time is best to pick up Lewis at the weekend. Straight to the point, no friendly vibes and no kisses at the end. It truly is over between us, I tried and tried in vain to keep us together not just for Lewis's sake but for mine too. I loved Rudy more than life itself, I still do even though I try to block my feelings out and bury my head in the sand. "Is one o'clock good for you?" I type back and throw the phone on the bed, getting back to making my face up.

Finally, after a long 45 minute journey, I arrive at my destination, The Sky Garden. The Uber clears off, and it's just me looking up and this stunning building, the views from the top floor are meant to be spectacular. I start to shiver in my tiny leather jacket. Standing outside in the chilly October evening, I finally pluck up the courage to go in and face my former peers.

Upstairs, the whole area is full to the brim with people. It has exceeded my expectations, my eyes are feasted with lush greenery, exquisitely landscaped gardens, various observation decks, and an open-air terrace. The sun has only just set, the whole view is lit up. I gaze out at the city's iconic skyline. "Zara, Zara, Zara!" I hear an Irish accent behind me and I know it is Chloe, my friend from Chemistry class. "Girl, you look ravishing!" She exclaims as I turn to hug her. Wow, some things never change. She is still the same red head with crystal blue eyes, perfect white teeth and tomboyish style. "Hey Chloe, I thought you'd moved back to Dublin," I smile, breathing a slight sigh of relief knowing that someone I actually like is here tonight. "I did for a while and then I met Danny, my fiancé, so I moved back here to live with him," she responds in her thick Kerry accent. "Nice, so is there anyone here that we know?" I ask, my eyes filtering through the sea of people. There are various different work do's going on up here and couples taking selfie's out on the terrace. "James was meant to come, but I think his missus convinced him to stay at home for a cosy night in. Have you seen him lately?" She asks as she promptly grabs two glasses of Prosecco from a passing waiter. "I haven't seen him since 2007 before my wedding. Anyway, it's all good the water is firmly under the bridge now and I wish him nothing but the best," I reply honestly. She shrugs nonchalantly as I take a sip of my crisp glass of Prosecco, letting it go to my head, making me feel even more at ease. "Sandy!" Chloe shrieks, waving erratically to someone behind me. "I'll be right back, love," she smiles, tapping me on the shoulder as she sprints off. I am back to square one again, standing in the middle of the room by myself, sticking out like a sore thumb. Not wanting to look like a sad loner, I take myself off to the bar and decide to check out the cocktails. I browse the menu and decide on a minty mojito, I hand the Latino looking bartender a ten pound note and waves my hand away, pointing to the far end of the table. I try to act inconspicuous as I glance slightly to my left. At first no one jumps out at me and I turn my intentions back to my drink. I take my first sip and all the memories of my recent trip to Mexico come flooding back. God, I wish I was back there on my inflatable pizza drifting along our own private pool, my only worry was deciding what time to go to lunch. "Excuse me, is that seat taken?" A raspy voice whispers from behind. I can already smell the stench of beer oozing out from him, I turn to see a middle aged guy with a Mediterranean tan and piercing hazel eyes looking me up and down as though he wants to pounce on me at any given moment. "Yeah actually it is," I reply in haste. He is not my type in any which way and I'm not about to waste my evening trying to pretend that I'm attracted to him. "You sure?" He giggles, he's got some food stuck in his front teeth and I have to stop myself from sniggering. "I am sure, thank you very much," I smile, handing him the drink back. "Whatever, I knew you looked like the frigid type," he slurs, nearly falling into me. "What's going on here?" I hear an American accent behind me. "Who are you?" The drunk guy mutters. "Nick, the boyfriend." An arm comes from behind and reaches out to shake the drunken guys hand. I glance to my left to see a very tall man dressed smartly in a black suit, no tie. "Boyfriend?" He replies looking stunned. "Why would that be such a surprise to you? This is my beautiful girlfriend and you're standing in my way," Nick responds, his tone suddenly becoming more serious. "Oh, why don't you just fuck off. I can stand wherever I want," he spits back at him. "Get out of mine and my lady's way before someone gets hurt. I won't ask again," I can't contain my curiosity any longer, I look up to see his face and I'm instantly captivated by his piercing brown eyes and dark features. He looks as though he has just stepped off of a Calvin Klein set, his scent is a mix between musky wood and cinnamon. My mind is so distracted by him that I did not see the drunk guy swing the first punch, before I know it chaos has struck and my American knight in shining armour has knocked the other guy flying to the floor with one single punch in the face. The bartenders are racing to his aid and I'm just stood there looking up in bewilderment, what in Gods name has just happened? "Sorry about that. I could tell that he was bothering you and I just wanted to help out. Judging by his reaction just now I'm glad that I did," Nick chuckles, stroking his sore hand. "You didn't have to do that. Thanks anyway," I say quickly and make a swift exit through the dance floor and into the lift. Taking a deep breath in trying to comprehend what's just happened I go to press the button, just as the doors begin to close a hand blocks it and I quickly realise that it's Nick. My heart is racing so fast, I hate fighting and being in the centre of it made my stomach turn, the only way out was to leave the situation and go home. He steps inside looking at me with a concerned expression on his face. "I'm sorry if I scared or did anything to upset you back there. Would you like me to take you home?" He asks exasperated. "No, I'll be fine. You didn't scare me, I just hate unnecessary fighting. How's your hand?" I ask, pressing the button and the lift starts to go down. "Oh, this. I'll live, I don't want to alarm you or anything and maybe I shouldn't say anything," he shrugs, shoving his hands in his pockets. "No, tell me what is it?" I ask, intrigued. Stepping closer towards me he whispers, "That dude spiked that drink, when you weren't looking. I saw it with my own eyes and I wasn't about to watch him do that to you. I have a sister and I would kill anyone who could do that to her, maybe it wasn't my place to step in," he shrugs, smiling meekly. Shocked and disgusted I just stare at him in silence. I've heard about women getting their drinks spiked, date rapes and the long term life effects of it, never thinking or believing it could happen to me. My emotions get the better of me and I have to turn away from Nick, I don't want some random stranger to see me cry and for an already awkward situation to get even more weirder. "Hey, don't get upset. I'm going to call the cops on his arse so he'll never do it again. Do you have a phone?" He asks, his voice soothing. Tears are filling up my eyes, I know he is right and predators like that need to be locked up. I reach into my clutch bag and hand him my phone. "You know it is 999 over here, right?" I sniff, trying to suppress my emotions. "I know, hun," he replies, taking my phone and gently squeezes my shoulder reassuringly. I feel like I am stuck in a confined snowbank and as soon as the lift doors open I practically leap out into the lobby. "Hello, yes my name is Nick Parsons. A friend of mine had her drink spiked this evening, I witnessed the whole event and I can give a statement if need be," he says assertively, walking beside me as we leave the lobby and step outside into the chilly night. "This is my friends number, so if you need to get in touch with me then go through her," he continues, itching his chin. "So, you're trying to tell me that you cannot bring him in due to a lack of evidence. I just saw the whole thing with my own eyes!" He exclaims, his eyes widening in anger. "Do you know what, you guys are useless. You have predators out there and you're just going to sit back in your cosy offices at your desks whilst women getting preyed on. Thanks for nothing!" He shrieks, hanging up and passing me my phone back. "I'm sorry, I did try," he smiles. "It's not your fault, thanks for what you did. Tonight could have ended up very differently for me, with my body lying in a gutter somewhere," I say squirming at my own inappropriate comment. "Look, I'll take you home. My car is just parked over the road and I haven't touched a drop of alcohol. Come on, I insist," he says, taking my hand and pulling in his direction. "I'm more than happy to catch a Uber," I say, flustered. He starts to laugh, "Another potential death trap. Seriously, women these days getting into cars with strangers late at night and travelling alone." I pull my jacket tighter around me and respond, "Well, you're a stranger. What makes me think that you are a safe person?" He takes his car keys out of his pocket and clicks the button, a white BMW M3 lights up in front of us and he gestures for me to get into the passenger seat. "I saved you tonight, you owe me," he whispers in my ear as he opens the passenger door for me. "I owe you nothing," I find myself raising my eyebrows flirtatiously at him as I slide into the passenger seat and buckle up. There's something alluring and mysterious about him, I'm lucky that he was there tonight. He gets into the drivers seat and turns the radio on. Tina Turners What's love got to do with it is playing, one of my favourite songs and I can't help but sing along to the lyrics. "Who needs a heart when a heart can be broken?" Nick is reversing out of the parked space and he quickly glances over at me before he pulls out into the road. "Did someone break your heart?" He asks. "No, not at all," I lie, shrugging it off. "Hmm, your mouth is saying one thing and you eyes another. Be honest with me," he says, clearing his throat as we speed up towards the motorway. "What's your zip code by the way?" He asks, typing in my details as I tell him. "Well, I am separated from my husband. We have a six-year-old son, Lewis," I reply, my mouth running away with me. I proceed to tell Nick all about our relationship and how we split up, all the while he sits there in silence and listens. I can't tell if he is bored or whether he is genuinely interested in what I have to say. "So, would you say you're in a happy place in your life?" He asks, turning the radio down to hear me. "I've accepted that we are never getting back together and that's just the way that it is. I wish that we could have worked things out for the sake of Lewis but my ex wasn't willing to try," I smile, feeling like a weight has been lifted from my shoulders. "I never really open up to my friends let alone a complete stranger. Sorry, I must be boring you," I laugh, trying to lighten up the mood. "No, I was just thinking how nice it is, talking to someone like this," he winks at me, biting his lip. I thought that telling him my life story, especially the fact that I have a kid would put him right off of me but he still seems interested. Not that anything is going to happen between us but it's nice to have someone to flirt with, even if it's only for about 45 minutes.

We eventually pull up outside my place. He looks up at my house and nods. "Nice place you got here, one day you'll have to come to my apartment," he says suddenly, taking his seatbelt off. "Would you like me to walk you in?" He asks, his eyes narrowing as they look deeply into mine. "Would you like to come in for a coffee?" I stutter, my stomach feels like there is an influx of bees in there. "Only if you want me to," he whispers seductively as his index finger grazes my chin. All my reservations and inhibitions evaporate as I kiss him on his soft lips. My body is pulling me towards him, I never usually do this on a first meeting but the electric energy between us is just too strong to ignore. "God, I want to fuck you so badly," he hisses as he kisses and sucks my neck. His hand glides up my thigh, tugging at my thong. His fingers are so warm, my pussy is tense, gagging to feel him inside me. His middle finger starts stroking at my clit as he kisses me even more deeply, his tongue dancing with mine. "As soon as I saw you in the bar, I just knew I had to have you," he sighs sexily. "I knew it too. That's why you had to start sticking your nose into my business, isn't it?" I moan, unbuckling his belt and undoing the zip of his trousers. "Move your seat back," he demands, pulling away from me. I do as he says as he climbs up on top of me, discarding my thong on the floor as he releases his cock from his boxers with the other hand. He is ginormous, the biggest I have ever seen. We really should be upstairs in bed, but even I'm too impatient to wait to fuck him. "Are you nice and tight for me, baby?" His voice even more deep and raspier. "Why don't you let your fingers find out?" I reply, taking his hand, trying to coax him to finger me. "No, nothing is going in your pussy other than my cock. Understand?" He moans. I nod obediently, letting his hand go. He grabs both of my legs, wrapping them around his waist as he lowers himself down, his cock right at the entrance to my pussy. He teases me for a second, running his cock up and down my clit, he is just as wet with precum as I am. "You ready for this?" He gasps, as he finally enters me. "Oh God, yes," I moan as he shoves harder into the back of me. "Shit, you are so tight, baby," he mutters, as his cock glides in and out of me with such force as my hips rock into his. His cock is so big it hurts me slightly. "You're even tighter than you would have been if I had finger fucked you. Does it hurt?" He asks breathlessly, as the continues to pound my pussy hard. "Very much, I'm too tight you're going to have to pull out," I tease, partially enjoying the discomfort it. "Fuck no, you're going to take this and enjoy it," he hisses as he places his hand around my neck, lightly squeezing it. "No, I'm not. You're going to make me bleed," I groan, bitting my lip, my toes curling in at the pleasure of it. "I don't care if I rip your pussy apart," he says, his hand squeezing my neck more tightly. I go to say something and he immediately cuts me off, "Shut the fuck up, don't make me gag you. I'm going to cum all up inside you," he moans, taking his cock out and slamming it back inside of me. "What about me?" I finally ask, desperate to cum myself. "What about you? Make yourself cum. You've got hands haven't you?" He sniggers, playfully slapping me on the side of my face. I start rubbing my clit as Nick starts to pour his precum inside me, he lets out a loud moan as he finally ejaculates, filling my whole pussy with his cum. He pulls out of me, resting his head on my chest. "Wait, we are not done just yet," he says exasperated as he places two fingers inside me at once and finger fucks me hard. "Stop playing with yourself, slut. That's my job," he hisses, slapping my hand away from my clit. "You were slacking, I had to entertain myself in some way," I joke, reaching up and kissing him passionately as he slides his other hand up my top and squeezes my breast. "Next time I'm taking all of you," he says mid kiss. His thumb strokes my clit as his other fingers slide in and out of me, it doesn't take long for my pussy to clench and finally I cum all over his fingers. He takes his fingers out of me and sucks them looking into my eyes. "Mmm, you taste to sweet," he says, licking his lips before kissing me quickly on the lips. He climbs off of me and sits back in his seat, dressing himself. "That was crazy," I say, taken aback by my forwardness. I never ever have one night stands, as amazing as it was I wish that I had savoured this moment and we had done it properly inside my house. "It was amazing," he says, stroking the side of my face. "I can't wait to see you again, tomorrow too soon?" He grins, looking at me with anticipation. It's a no brainer, "Sure, that would be great." He puts his seatbelt on and replies, "Fantastic, I'll pick you up here after you finish work. 6:30pm sound okay for you?" I slowly put my thong back on, straightening my top and brushing my fingers through my hair. "That's fine, my husband will be having my son this weekend so he won't be around," I reply, unable to take my eyes off of this sexy, enticing man. "Ex husband, you mean. I don't want any competition. I need you all to myself," he whispers, leaning over placing his hand on my thigh and kisses me again. His lips feel so nice against mine, I'm relishing in this moment, it's been ages since I felt wanted. "I'll see you tomorrow," he says, placing his forehead on mine for a second. "Bye, Nicholas Parsons," I whisper, pulling myself away from him as I get out of the car and walk towards the steps towards my front door. I glance back, thinking that he had already gone, but he is still there watching as I open the door. I give him a quick wave as he gestures for me to walk in, I smile taking one final look at him as I close the door behind me. I hear the engine roar into life and before long his car is gone and I am left alone with my thoughts. What the fuck has just happened? I quickly realise that I didn't even give him my name, but he wants to see me again. Me? A single mum living a boring and dull life, I have no idea what he sees in me. One thing I do know for sure is that this is the happiest I have been in months.