A Bitter Coincidence

Chapter 6

Chapter 6.

(Skylar’s P.O.V.)

I was sitting in an old English pub not far from Oxford street with Sam at the bar ordering it us a drink. He was still dressed in his expensive grey suit, which emphasised his broad shoulders and chest. His golden hair had a surfers tussled look that brushed just below his ears. He’s captured the attention of three women in the pub and I couldn’t blame them. He held this authority and alpha aura that I’m sure the men could sense too.

I took this time to think to myself what the f**k happened in the last hour or so. We KISSED and I literally couldn’t stop it from replaying in my head of one of the best kisses of my life. Even from that small interaction with him, my panties were soaked through and I’ve never wanted to be with someone as much as I had when I was with Sam in that very moment. Except that’s exactly why I had my freak-out, because there was no way we were ever going to get to that stage and that frustrated me and upset me. There was a reason why I’ve never had s*x and that’s because of the huge fear of rejection and disgust I’m bound to see on the mans face if I ever got naked. I have stretchmarks, scars, spots and cellulite on my body. I even hate looking at myself naked.

When I was with Sam in the corridor, all I wanted was to feel him all over, touch him everywhere and for him to do the same but then I thought of how I look and the disgust I would have seen on his face and that’s why I freaked out. This drink in the pub was just because I couldn’t leave yet. I didn’t want to. Sam is a beautiful man who seems kind and loyal to his family and co-workers, he has a large social status because of his job and father and he seems to attract every female is a 10 mile radius. I had no idea what he was doing with me. He walked over with the drinks, handed mine to me and sat across from me his, back to the pub and his attention completely on me.

He took a sip and licked his lips and I wanted to ravish him right here, right now. “You need to stop looking at me like that.” He stated.

I blinked and smirked, taking my own sip from my drink, “Like what?”

“Like you want to rip my clothes off.”

I choked on my drink, “I wasn’t… I was thinking I liked this pub…”

“Yeah, yeah. But this is a nice pub though, I’ve come here a few times with Seth.”

“Seth seems really lovely, is he much older than you?”

“No, he’s only 32. As you know I’m 30 and my sister, Grace is 23. She was a surprise to my parents. But she’s great too.”

“It must be nice to have siblings, sometimes I wish I did.”

“You never asked your parents?”

I looked down at my drink and replied, “No…uh, they passed away years ago. They had me at a young age. So, I’m not sure if they ever wanted more.” Sam’s hand found mine wrapped around my drink and he stroked his thumb over it.

“I’m so sorry, Sky.” I just shrugged and looked up at him, the emotion playing on his face almost broke me. No one has ever looked at me that way. “It’s sucks, I know the feeling. My Father passed away a few years ago too. It’s horrible to lose the people who are close to you.”

“I’m sorry too.” We both were staring at each other, in a crowded pub in London, sharing a connection. “This is heavy stuff on a first date, can we skip past it please?”

“Absolutely… this is a first date?” He smiled at me then, breaking the stiffness from that conversation.

“I don’t know, is it? What makes you think I don’t already have a boyfriend?”

“Do you?”

“No of course not, I wouldn’t have kissed you otherwise.”

“Good, I’m glad.” He smiled at me and took another sip of his drink. I noticed his other hand still on mine, it seemed familiar and so wonderful. He now had my hand completely in his palm, like he was keeping it safe. I never wanted him to let go and that was scary. I shook my head. “What?” He asked.

“It’s just strange, I don’t do this.” Indicating to our hands and setting. “I avoid dating, I hardly go out, as sad as that is. I don’t understand it.”

“Understand what exactly?”

“Why you’re out with me, holding my hand, kissing me in corridors. I’m surprised you haven’t already got someone.”

I saw a flash of uncertainty and pain on his face but it disappeared as soon as it came. “It’s complicated but I wasn’t looking for anything with anyone. I’m busy with work, but that was before you.”

“Why me though?” I was generally confused.

“Fishing for compliments?” I opened my mouth to say something but he spoke over me. “I’m joking, I’ll give you all the compliments you want and all of them will be true. You’re kind and not just to the people you work with but at the park last week, I saw you give food to a homeless man and helped a child with their toy. You’re creative and hardworking and not even with the hospital work but I know you give 110% of your effort in your teaching job. I admire you because you’re honest and I like that you have wit and charm but you show this shyness too. I like how you can work for hours and not realise it and that you seem to care about people before yourself. I like the freckles around your nose, the way your hair curls around your face. I liked kissing you, your lips are soft and plump, especially when you bit my lip. I like your curves but I can see you hide them. I’ve only seen a snippet of what you are Skylar Black, but it’s enough that I find you absolutely attractive.”

I sat back from the table, our hands still linked, my mouth agape. I had no idea what to say, I didn’t agree with what he said about my looks, I wanted to argue but at this point I don’t think I could have. He wasn’t lying, I could tell by shine in his eyes and the hold of his hand. He didn’t pull away and if anything he came closer to the table as much as he could. I needed to trust him, I needed myself to allow someone’s perception of me to feel true.

“No ones ever said that to me before.”

“Hasn’t a boyfriend ever?”

“No, like I said, I don’t do this often. I wasn’t fishing for compliments I swear. I disagree with half of what you said and I find it hard to believe a man like yourself could be out with someone like me.” Here we go. I said I wasn’t going to say anything and my stupid mouth had to go at it.

“I find it hard to believe that you’re here with me actually.” I gave him a look that said really? “No I’m serious. I don’t know why you think the way you do and why men are idiots more than half the time. I can tell you, I’m one of those idiots. I don’t lie Skylar, in fact I’m known to be truthful even if it hurts someone. I’m known to keep women at arm’s length due to personal reasons. Those reasons I don’t want to discuss now but if we carry on with this spark between us then we’ll talk. Right now, I want to get to know everything about you, to kiss you more, to feel you more. To work with you and get to know your beautiful mind more and how it works. Think you’ll be up for that?”

“I’m a complicated person, Sam. I’m not like those women who’ll jump into bed with you on the first night. I hate drama and I keep to myself, I stay at home with a glass of wine and talk to my flatmate. I have issues.” I broke the contact of our hands and I looked down at my lap, trying to breathe in the tears I felt that were welling up in my eyes. I hated how I had a knack for pushing people away, I always felt like I wasn’t good enough for anyone. I felt Sam sit next to me and he grabbed my hand and chin, tilting my head up to look at him, even sitting down he towered over me. He moved closer and kissed me so gently, it wasn’t a heated kiss, considering we were in public but it was still just as amazing. While I was sucking his top lip, him sucking my bottom lip, I could feel his tongue lightly tracing it. I opened my eyes to find his gaze on mine and we broke apart, I was panting and I could feel short breaths from him and the slight smell of his beer and mint.

“You can try and push me away Sky, but I’ll keep doing this you if you do.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sweetheart, I have issues to, everyone has but I’m sure whatever it is you have problems over won’t make me stop pursuing you. I like that you don’t jump into bed with just anyone, I hate drama too and I love staying at home on the weekends. If you want to stay at home with your flatmate then that’s where I’ll be. I’d like to meet your friends someday.”

“Good, because I think George will hound me until he meets you officially.”

“George?”

“My flatmate.”

“Your flatmate is a guy?”

I pulled my head back slightly to get a better look at his face and noticed he looked… Jealous?

“Yes, why? He’s a wonderful human being, in fact he’s my best friend.” His face was a picture, I’ve never seen someone look so jealous before. I giggled and said “He’s also gay and if anything I should be worried about him trying to steal you away from me.” I saw a blush creep onto Sam’s cheek and laughed again.

“You could have said he was gay before I made myself look like a jealous dickhead.” He was shaking his head and we both laughed. He looked at me then and his hand moved to tuck a stray curl behind my ear. He bent over to kiss my forehead, something that made my stomach flip and brought heat to my p***y.

“Are you ready to go?”

I nodded and grabbed my coat and purse. Sam stood up and reached for my hand and led me out of the pub. As we were walking down the street towards his parked car, I noticed Sam made sure he walked near the curb of the path, guarding me from the people and cars that past. I’ve never felt so protected in my whole life. After getting inside his car, he moved out into the traffic on the way to my apartment. Willy had the evening off and that’s why Sam was driving instead.

“You know where I live?” I asked him.

“You placed your address on the employee forms. I googled it this morning.” He replied sheepishly.

The rest of the drive was in a comfortable silence, neither of us felt like we had to say much and it was relaxing. Sam parked outside of the front door to my apartment and turned in his seat, took my hand and held it in his lap. Warmth shooting up my whole arm, I smiled shyly at him, which he returned.

“Thank you for this evening, for giving us a chance to talk.”

“I think I should be the one to thank you, you bought the drinks.”

He chuckled at that “It’s not a hardship Sky, it’s not exactly breaking the bank.”

“That’s not the point, I don’t take money. So, next time it’s my treat, okay?”

He leaned over to give me a quick peck on my lips. “That’s another reason why I like you sweetheart.”

“I’m not after your money Sam. I don’t care that you might have millions in the bank, you could have only £100 and I wouldn’t care, just as long as you’re a decent person. I’m all for treating people to food, drink and things they need. I don’t and WILL NEVER expect for you to just buy things. I find it uncomfortable.”

His eyes roamed me from where I sat, “kiss me. Now.” He growled. I turned towards him in my seat and leaned over the console. The second our lips touched, we opened our mouths and took turns in duelling our tongues, making sure that I gave as good as I got, I bit his lip and sucked and pulled him further into me. He tasted like the mint he popped into his mouth before he drove home, he tasted like heaven and I was the little demon who couldn’t have enough of him. My hand snaked around his neck and I gripped his hair and tugged ever so slightly but this was enough to make him growl in his chest. His arm came around me and went under my butt, almost lifting me off my seat. After several minutes, we both pulled back, panting heavily and the car was foggy from the heat we were emitting. His hand squeezed my arse and I clenched my p***y, needing more, so in return I gently ran my fingers through his hair and he shivered from the motion.

“I like your hair.” I admitted, smiling up at him.

“I like your arse.” He squeezed to emphasise his statement and I laughed and kissed him once again. Tangling our tongues in a more slow and intimate way, Sam hummed in the back of his throat and pulled back. “If we don’t stop now, the neighbours will have one hell of a show.”

“Okay. I should go, George is probably wondering where I am. Thank you for tonight.”

“You’re welcome. Are you at the hospital tomorrow?”

“Yeah, I’m going to finish my drawings, probably look for materials that I think will work well on the walls.”

“Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow then. I’m not usually at the office on Saturdays but since I never got the work done tonight, that’s the plan for tomorrow. Some angel decided to distract me this evening.” He gave me a wink. He pulled out his phone and asked “do you think I can have your number?”

“Yes.” After exchanging numbers and saying goodbye and kissing twice before I finally left his car. Sam and I waved before I went into my building and he drove off down the road. My phone beeped in my purse and I took it out finding a text message from Sam.

I had a great time tonight, thank you. Sleep tight, angel.

I held the phone to my chest for a minute, feeling giddy and so happy. I replied goodnight and hoped he got home safely and opened the front door to my apartment, George was on the couch watching Ru Paul’s Drag race and turned to see me “you look happy, have you just left the hospital?”

I sat next to him and without saying anything, took out my phone and showed him the text Sam sent me. George’s eyes bulged and he screamed, actually he squealed. “TELL ME EVERYTHING!!”

So for the rest of the evening I spoke to him about everything that had happened and he was soaking in every detail. Later that night, tucked into bed at around 11pm, I was nervous for the next day and I knew that if things progressed between me and Sam, I had to trust him with everything I have, I just hope it doesn’t backfire.