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Always late.

Twenty minutes too, no easy feat by any means. I saw her then, running towards me with a look of panic on her face. I knew she would be apologetic- even with me being her most hated human she didn't like letting people down. I wondered if she knew the effect she had on me; her hair falling in waves around her shoulders like a red haze, her lips wording an apology before she even reached me. She was wearing skin blue tight jeans and a loose white shirt, a rain mac flapping in the wind behind her as she ran. Silver hoops dangled from her ears as she neared me, as I heard her angelic voice.

What. The. Fuck.

Did I just say angelic? Shit!

I shook my head as I greeted her with an arched brow, watching as she suddenly began rummaging through her bag.

"Sorry, you know what Gemma is like..." she muttered as she frowned.

Ah yes, Gemma the cunt. I hated that woman with a passion. Stuck up her own arse, like the world owed her something. All perfectly groomed hair and eyelash extensions, a waist that was earned only from barely eating and exercising to within an inch of her life. She was just vile and I had detested the way she treated Charlotte. It was clear to anyone with eyes that she would be jealous of her, she was so naturally beautiful. Inside and out. Suddenly I felt like a massive wanker. Why had I hurt this girl so much? For what? A fucking kiss.

I contemplated knocking myself out with anger, if only to show her how sorry I was. The worst part was, Charlotte was bizarrely insecure and under confident- and I had only added to that. I realised that it didn't matter how sorry I was- you couldn't smash a plate and expect it to glue back together the way it was before.

It was just fucking shit.

"Here you go," she said triumphantly, handing me my phone like it was on fire.

"Thanks," I said, whilst she held her hand out.

"Can I have mine?"

I nodded, pulling it out of my pocket as I handed it to her.

"I've made a list of notes for you, I was like you damn PA," she grumbled as I frowned.


"Yep," she leaned forward as her finger tapped on a notes folder she had created, her perfume making me ache with longing. I needed to get a grip. The only reason she was speaking to me was because she wanted to end everything between us. "Mariella said something about wearing the suit on Saturday, at eleven am. She didn't make it sound like a request."

I nodded grimly, before sighing.

"That's Mariella alright."

She sent me a curious look and I felt the need to elaborate.

"She's my cousin's fiance. They are getting married soon and it's the rehearsal," I explained, as I swear relief register in her eyes.

"Its got nothing to do with me," she said softly, reminding me that I didn't have to explain anything to her anymore.

"Did I have any calls?" she asked airily, as I shrugged.

"I let them go to answer phone, not my calls to take."

She stared at me, her cheeks flaming as she opened her mouth to speak.

"Its fine, I knew you'd devour my phone," I chuckled, glancing around us. "Find anything interesting?"

"Nope," she said, and I nodded.

"Ok so what's the next task? I think that was one pretty pointless."

"Yeah, it was," she agreed surprisingly. "The next one is really childish. But we have to do it so..."

Childish? Sounded interesting.

"We have to blindfold each other-"

"Not the first time," I smirked, as she closed her eyes.

"Jason, please. Let's just focus on this..."

Don't think of the last time she blindfolded you. Don't think of the last time she-



"You're grinning! You're thinking about it!" she scolded, as I shrugged.

"Was such a great memory," I murmured, as her eyes narrowed.

"Funnily enough, the only memory that springs to my mind involves you and some slut."

Here we go again.

"God you're such a wanker," she seethed, as I folded my arms.

"Can we not do this again?"

"Fine. So we have to apparently go to the woods, and we take it in turns in blindfolding each other-"

"I'm liking where this is going..."

She glared at me before continuing.

"And we have to guide each other for ten minutes. With words only."

"Right. Trust. What's after that?"

Was it me or did she look confused?

"I don't know, let me check..." she pulled out the paperwork from her bag as I whistled.

"Steer, you let me down. Have you not analysed that sheet beyond comprehension?"

I couldn't help but tease her as she scowled at me. She was so beautiful it made my balls ache. Those fucking lips...

"Has it been a while? Is that why you are staring at me like I'm a piece of meat?" she snapped as I laughed in response.

"The last time was with you. So it's been a while for both of us, unless you've had someone else on the go."

"I'm not you. But what I do in my time is my business-"

"Yeah, but its so easy with me. I know what you like," I whispered as she stared at me icily.

"I value fidelity above all else. So no, you don't know what I like."

I sighed, knowing it was pointless trying to stir something up between us.


"Sorry? Let me ask you, Jason, would you be the same if you had found me sitting astride some guy? Tell me, how would that make you feel. Or would you have shrugged and carried on with your evening?"

I lifted my eyes up to hers, allowing myself to imagine, not for the first time, her with another man.

"I'd kill him."

She looked at me in surprise, before she smiled.

"Exactly. Well when you see it, at least you won't be under any false pretences."

"When I see it?" I repeated, noticing the anger creeping into my voice.

"Did you really not go through my phone?"

I didn't respond, my fists clenching beside me as she smiled.

"Let's just say I'm finding it easy moving on."

What the fuck?

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