Unexpected

Chapter 3

He was just way too sexy for me, and I can feel the awkwardness between us, obviously its only me and Alex, but I guess Mr., Scott can sense it too. Whispers into my ear saying "You know this is getting awkward" and his right I cleared my throat breaking the ice and introduced him to Autumn and Alex then went out immediately to escort Mr. Scott out. "Pleasure doing business with you, and we will get everything ready before tomorrow night"

" Thank you and do make it less awkward than it was a while ago"

"Excuse me?" I asked

" Just saying" and he walks off.  Rude much, but what can I do he is right anyone can sense the awkwardness between me and Alex a mile away except for my thick skinned hard headed best friend. I took a deep breath and went back inside. "so, who is that young fine man?" asks Autumn teasing me.

I gave her an awkward smile and looked at him with the same curiosity as Autumn is but more real, serious.  

"Uh.. he's a costumer asking to rent the restaurant tomorrow night to propose to her girlfriend" I said, escaping Alex's glare at me, which is very weird. " Oh, well that's disappointing, you would make a great pair Cassey plus he's British, its sexy"  of course I smiled.

   Both Alex and Autumn sat on the table and started their date, and for me, I went out of the restaurant and went home, saving me a night filled with heartache.

The next day, I was very busy preparing Mr. Scott's proposal plan with the balloons, roses and a pianist. Took me the whole day, just to finish all of  his demanding needs, thank the Lord his beautiful. 7pm came and we are all set, I was not the one being proposed to, but still it made me all tingly inside, wishing and thinking when will I ever experience this kind of things.

The doors open ,and in comes Mr. Scott , and he was looking not half bad, wearing a white polo, black pants, leather shoes and a tie.

"Good evening Mr. Scott, I presume all what you asked for is here?" I smiled feeling successful, but I spoke too soon.

"What the bloody hell is this?"

"What's wrong sir?"

"The balloons are white I said pink, the piano is too small I said an organ, the lights are too bright it should be dimmer.."

"Excuse me but this is all you asked.." and I was cut off.

"Never mind, this will have to do she's coming in 15, I hope you know what to do this time" giving me a look like I did everything wrong, the nerve of that guy, but I just swallowed every single annoyance, smiled and said " Yes, of course sir" and with the queue, one of my staff told us that someone was approaching the restaurant and every one of us went in place.  As the doors to my restaurant opens, a young pretty brunette girl wearing a pink dress and white heels looking oh so adorable went inside.

And as she did, the pianist played " The very thought of you" by Nat King Cole, oh how romantic it was, slowly in amazement the girl stopped at the very middle of the restaurant and Mr. Scott enters, kneels down took a deep breath and said " Joana, my darling the first day I met you, I knew I want to spend my entire life with you. Will you marry me?" I was speechless; it was too perfect, the proposal, the entire night – too perfect. How I wish it was me, but the unexpected happened.

Joana kneeled as well, hugged Mr. Scott and whispered something in his ear, kissed him in the forehead, stands up and went out. Ouch. I felt his pain, I signaled the pianist to stop, I don't know what to do. Comfort him or leave him? I then realized that I was already walking towards him with two empty glasses and a bottle of wine on the other. I sat on the floor only to find him staring at it, stunned. Who wouldn't be?

" Want to talk about it?" giving him a glass, he looked up and smiled at me.

Few hours late at night, I find myself talking to Mr. Scott about MY story to him. "So you see you're not the only one with love problems" taking a sip of the wine.

"she said the only reason she went her is to break up with me, apparently she met another man better for her, ugh.. and I'm just a sucker for happy ever after." Aw.. never knew a guy like him still exists in this cruel world we lived in. "Mr. Scott". "Call me Cameron"

"Cameron, you know what! I hate this!" is stood up, half wobbling.

"You're a hot, awesome, sexy British guy" I cannot believe that I told him that.

"And you deserve better, we deserve better than this, there is still a lot of girls in the world who would die for a man like you to sweep them off of their feet and I for one wouldn't mind to be one of them" I don't know if it's the wine or just the whole feel of the room, it became warm and quiet, Cameron was look at me, his eyes fixed in mine, then he looks at my lips, I got conscious and licked the bottom of lips, feeling my throat dried, I can't speak a word. He then stands up in front of me, just an inch apart. He held my hand, playing with my fingers, sending thousands of blots in my body that I can't explain. He then moved his hands up to my arms and caressing it, and I couldn't help but melt away in his eyes, its my first time being intimate with another man again. He moved closer, only a feather apart I can feel his heavy breathing in my lips, and I closed my eyes and I felt soft, smooth lips kissed me.

The next morning, I woke up with a massive headache, the sun brightly shinning at me, I turned around and found out that someone was on my bed, still dumbfounded, it took me a minute or so to recall everything that had happened last night. Then I screamed, pulled the covers over me, Cameron  suddenly fell off the floor, woke up and saw me. We both then screamed.

"What the hell?" fidgeting with the pillow covering his body.

"Why are you in my bed?" he demanded.

"Your bed? This is my house!"

"Look around you love" and I did. s**t, I am not in my apartment.