He Called Me Angel. Disaster Engagement Series Book 1 Free

Episode 4

I noticed that he kept staring at me, what's his problem I thought to myself. I tried to distract him with a bit of chat about last nights party antics but he just kept smiling and looking me up and down. As I was talking he was just staring at my mouth then down to my t**s and back up to my eyes. It was actually really hot. I know I slept with Stefan on Wednesday night but when I think about it I actually had made myself come, and how is that any different to any other night. The only difference was he just happened to be there. I was starting to get a bit hot and bothered. The big man was leaning against the counter he looked so hot. He just kept staring at me with a really sexy smile on his face. After a minute or two he said "Gorgeous you do realise I can see right through your robe" when I looked down my damp hair had soaked the thin fabric and it was like a wet tshirt competition. I screamed and jumped off the kitchen stool and ran through to my bedroom. He was pissing himself laughing. He shouted "I am a lucky boy" behind me. I was absolutely mortified. I quickly put on my big flurry housecoat and ran out to tell him to shut up when I heard the front door buzzer. The Big Man answered it. He came back into kitchen he was still laughing "it's your cleaner coming up gorgeous, so make sure you cover those amazing t**s" I was going to kill him. I was glad Rosie was coming over because my champagne glasses from my drinks with Stefan were still in the sink. I had been too busy drinking yesterday to care. I had been loving the time off before the tour. Rosie walked in and greeted me with a big hug she was a lovely older woman with a thick London accent, she was small and cuddly and reminded me of my Gran. She ignored the Big Man and went straight into the kitchen. Which was unusual for any woman to ignore him because he was drop dead gorgeous. The Big Man’s face screwed up "Chris is a weirdo man. What the f**k! I need to have a word with that boy" I let out a big laugh. I had totally forgot that I had told him Chris had shagged my cleaner. "Don't be daft it wasn't Rosie, it was her daughter she sometimes helps her out" which was another lie, Rosie didn't have a daughter. These lies were getting out of control. Why was I lying so much? why couldn’t I just tell my mates that I had slept with Stefan? But the answer was obvious. It was because the Big Man would take the piss out of me and Fran would want to kick the s**t out of him. The Big Man was still talking but I wasn't listening. "what are you doing today gorgeous?" He asked “Oh I'm going to the hairdressers with Stacey then we are going out for lunch. It's meant to be another lovely day." His eyebrows sprung up "the famous Stacey, when are you going to introduce her to me, you two have been mates for years and I still haven't met her" I just rolled my eyes "and that's why I'm still friends with her Big Man because if I let you meet her, you or one of the boys will shag her, dump her and I will need to deal with the drama" he nodded his head in agreement "true, I can't disagree with you there" he said "what are you up to today?" I asked " I'm going to the new gym then I'm meeting the interior designer down stairs in the flat later, probably go out on the pull tonight with Chris, after seeing your t**s I need a blow out" I just rolled my eyes again "cool I better get ready or I will miss my hair appointment but I'll probably see you later you dirty bastard" he came towards me and kissed my cheek “I’ll see you in my dreams gorgeous” he swaggered towards the elevator doors and pressed the button as the doors opened Rosie appeared at my bedroom door “Lydia darling do you want me to wash these for you?” She was holding up my red bikini top “yeah thanks Rosie” I said and looked over at the Big Man and he was staring at Rosie with his mouth hanging open because she was holding my bikini “I think I’m really going to like living here” he said and gave her a wink and the elevator doors closed. I had to laugh he was such a flirt when I looked at Rosie her face was as red as my bikini “your mate is the most handsome guy I’ve ever seen” she said with a dreamy look on her face. “Yeah he’s alright” I said and she looked at me like I was crazy “he’s better than alright, he’s perfect” and she was right he was handsome but he was far from perfect.

Chapter 6

I met my friend Stacey outside the hairdressers, she was the bubbliest girl ever. She always looked so happy and was constantly smiling. She was good fun but she absolutely loved drama which I could never be bothered with but she thrived on it. Stacey looks nothing like me with a blonde bob and she had the most lovely tiny bum. She reminded me of Barbra Windsor but without the boobs. Stacey is from Wales and her accent is just as cute as her. "Hiya" she shouted "listen Lydia I've decided to get the chop today, I'm going for it. I need a new look” Stacey is an actress, mostly just adverts I met her at a photo shoot and we immediately hit it off. I always loved being with the boys but sometimes you just need a girl to hang out with. Most of my girl friends were still living in Glasgow. Any other girls I had befriended over the years were always humped and dumped by one of the boys which made it difficult. The thing I most loved about Stacey was that she thought she was the centre of the universe, she never asked me how I was or what I had been up too. She was just very self involved, which I enjoyed as I was constantly asked questions about myself from fans and the press but Stacey just talked about herself which I actually enjoyed. By the time we were getting our hair blow dried I had heard about everything she had done since I had seen her a few days before and I mean everything. I just sat giggling at all her adventures, by adventures I mean she lost her house keys and had a curry with her ex boyfriend, but she was funny. Stacey finally asked "have you be up to anyway exciting Lydia?" I just shrugged my shoulders “Nothing much honey" which was another lie because since the last time I seen her I had set one of my best friends hair on fire and f****d a pop star. "My god your boring sometimes, are you still obsessed with that bloody tv show, you need to get out more. Oh Lydia look at my hair I look lush" she said admiring herself in the mirror "it's lovely honey" I said, it looked exactly the same as before "New hair new me" she squealed. I loved how dramatic she was being about a trim. The paps were outside and I couldn't be arsed going for lunch because my hang over had really kicked in. "Why don't we go back to my flat and sit on the balcony with a bottle of champagne" I asked "Yeah sounds lush" she said practically bouncing up and down on the spot. I loved how excited she could get over something as boring as going back to my place. When we got to my flat the Big Man was at the door within minutes. "Hi gorgeous your hair looks nice" he said kissing my cheek "oh thanks Big Man" he looked over at Stacey and smiled "Have you met Stacey before?" I said with a smile like I'm going to kill you when she leaves. He was grinning. "Hiya I'm Stacey" she said and she was practically drooling over him. "Alright I'm Jamie, just call me the Big Man" Stacey was giggling so much I thought she was going to piss herself. He turned and gave me a wink. "I'm going to open a bottle of champagne, fancy a glass Big Man?" "Aye thanks gorgeous" " I love your Scottish accent Jamie" she was being really over the top with her flirting and it made my toes curl. "You two sit on the balcony and I'll get the glasses and the bottle" I brought them through and Stacey was flicking her hair and batting her eyelashes at him, "I can't get the bottle opened Big Man can you help me?" He took it out my hand "Of course gorgeous" he didn't even struggle but I could tell he was flexing his muscles as he was popping the cork. My god he was an i***t. He poured us all a glass "thanks Jamie you're a gentleman" Stacey said licking her lips in a really suggestive way. The Big Man shot me a look. "See I can be a gentleman" He could be so sensitive sometimes, “get over it Big Man” I snapped then my landline phone started ringing and I ran to answer it. It was my mum. She was possibly the only person on earth that still called a landline. I was only on the phone for five minutes before I couldn't listen to her for another second, she is a pain sometimes. I came back onto the balcony just in time to see the big man draining his glass and quickly getting up to leave. "I need to go down stairs and met that French bird thats decorating my flat, see you later gorgeous" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "Bye Jamie" said Stacey in a really high pitched voice "yeah nice to meet you, see you around" he looked exhausted "I'll walk you out honey” he got to the elevator and said "your pal Stacey's got a nice arse but does she ever shut up. She's torture!" I giggled "I think she likes you Big Man" he gave me a sexy smile “can you blame her gorgeous? anyway I'm more interested in you" he said and gave me another kiss on the cheek, "you’re such a flirt, see you soon" I turned to walk away and he slapped my arse "I'll see you in my dreams gorgeous" I went back out to see Stacey she was that excited she was actually jumping up and down. "Did he mention me Lydia? I think we really hit it off" I didn't want to tell her that he said she was torture so decided to concentrate on the positive. "yeah he said you had a nice arse" she let out a scream "oh really oh wow he's so handsome I can't believe he fancies me" I hadn't technically said that he fancied her but I was happy she was happy. "Must be the new hair”I said. We chatted for about half an hour about how much the big man liked her and how he looked into her eyes. "Imagine we started going out and I could be part of your little gang. You me and the boys" Then we heard strange noises coming from down stairs. "What the hell is that, it sounds like a seagull is being murdered" Stacey said with a confused look on her face. "oh oui oui oh my god oh my god" “what the hell is that Lydia?" She asked again. We sat quietly as she tried to hear where it was coming from. Poor Stacey, she was never the brightest spark, I finally decided to put her out her misery. “What is that noise Lyds?” "that's the Big Man shagging the french decorator on the balcony down stairs, welcome to the gang Stacey" I let out a giggle and finished my champagne, when I looked at her I thought she was actually going to burst into tears. "What the f**k I thought he liked me! What a dickhead" this was the reason I had kept Stacey away from the boys, every time either Chris or the Big Man slept with one of my friends and then dumped them I couldn’t listen to the girl putting them down or making out they didn’t know what they had got themselves into. It used to drive me nuts. I loved Stacey but there was no way I was going to listen to her bad mouth the Big Man because at the end of the day she was a good friend to me but he’s like my family. “He's not a dickhead he's a rock star, and a ladies man Stacey, just stay away from him in that way honey" I felt a bit sorry for her but he hadn’t done anything wrong "what's his problem Lydia, am I not pretty enough?" She looked devastated. "Don't be daft he's just not a one woman man, he loves sleeping around if he would have hung around here any longer it would have been you. But he wouldn't have ever called you again, so you dodged a bullet" she looked gutted "yeah I suppose” she said with a petted lip “let's get pissed Lydia"

Chapter 7

It was about 7 o'clock and Stacey had passed out on my sofa, I had put a little blanket over her as it was getting chilly. Stacey's a light weight on champagne, honestly she is a cheap date. She wouldn't stop banging on about the big man, she was spilling her drink everywhere as she was getting more and more animated. She kept going on and on saying he would never meet anyone as good as her. She finally calmed down and passed out and I was glad for the the peace and quiet. It was like looking after a toddler sometimes, but she was funny. I just sat at my kitchen table finishing off the bottle on my own. I switched on the kitchen tv and put the sound down low so I could watch my favorite tv show London Streets whilst I was waiting for Stacey to wake up. I was just about to find out who the head gangsters daughters baby daddy was when the front buzzer went, it was Fran at the other end, "Hi gorgeous I've got your shoes let me in" what did he mean shoes? He must have found the lost one but what about the one I threw away. "oh right brilliant, come up Fran, but be quiet Ive just got Stacy to sleep" when he came in he had a cheeky half smile "how are you feeling after last night? He said in a hushed voice."you're back on the booze." He looked great he was just wearing a plain white shirt and trousers but he always looked good. "I'm okay now but I honestly thought I was going to be sick that's why I ran out so quick this morning" he came over and kissed my cheek "oh right I thought that was weird, pour me a glass will you gorgeous" As I got him a glass I said "so where did you find my shoe?" "I found one of them under the covers in my bed, I forgot you still had it on when I carried you up last night, then the other one, well my neighbour, you know the one from my football team he said you threw it into his front garden" he let out a little laugh. I'm glad he was in a better mood from this morning. “Oh my god did he see me throwing it, I'm mortified. What's his name again?" "It's Tommy" "tell him I'm sorry, and I'm not a nutter," he just smiled "sorry gorgeous but he’s my mate and I don't want to lie to him" "haha very funny" I said "you look beautiful Lydia, did you get your hair done?" Fran was always so lovely, he was a gent, he would never speak to me the way the Big Man did, and he would never slap my arse or call me sexy. Fran was nice and although I was one of the boys he still treated me like a lady. "Yeah I got my hair cut thanks Fran." "why don't you let me take you out for dinner gorgeous, you look lovely and the Big Man and Chris are out on the pull" "oh I can't Franco, Stacy’s passed out on the sofa, I don't want her waking up here on her own. Why aren't you going with the boys on the pull?" I asked "I'd rather be here with you gorgeous, those two and the girls round here are boring" I couldn’t help but think that he was probably just trying to avoid the Big Man because of their argument but I didn’t want to embarrass him by bringing it up and to tell you the truth it was probably over something silly anyway. Although I did notice that Fran didn’t look happy when the Big Man said he was moving into the flat below me but it was their argument so I was staying out of it. “Are you keeping your energy for when we're on tour Franco?" I said with a wink, Fran wasn't any where near as bad as those two randy buggers but he still liked the ladies although he was very quiet about it. I think he would rather wine and dine them and the big man just 69nd them. We sat and chatted for a while finishing the bottle I had opened we were almost whispering so we didn't wake Stacey, by now she was snoring and for someone so small she was snoring like a six foot man but I wasn’t one to judge I was starting to get a bit drunk myself. Then the buzzer interrupted our chat, Fran answered it and I popped to the bathroom, when I came back he looked furious "it's that little wanker Stefan on his way up, I swear to god gorgeous I will knock him out. I’m really pissed off with him. He tried to throw a punch at me the other night and why is he coming round here?" I started to panic why was he coming round? Surly not for round two? Not after what happened. "I'm not sure Fran," just then Stefan walked into the kitchen he looked totally mortified when he spotted Fran, and he had a black eye from where Fran had punched him back "Hi guys, how are you? I'm glad you're here Franco I think I owe you an apology" I was really starting to panic. What if he mentions anything about us having s*x in front of Fran? My insides were turning. Fran stood up "you calmed down from the other night have you" Fran could be a bit intense when he's pissed off, "listen mate I'm really sorry, Chris said I acted like a t**t the other night but I honestly can’t remember anything, I don't want us to fall out" he looked at the floor as Fran started to lay into him about his drinking and his bad attitude. He looked really deflated and I was starting to feel a bit sorry for him, but I told myself to stop it, he had been ice cold to me so I was secretly happy Fran was giving him a hard time. If I had told the boys what he had done to me it would be a lot worse, they would have killed him. By the time I tuned back into their conversation Fran was starting to calm down, "listen Stefan your not a bad guy and we all like you, but you can't start s**t like that again" Stefan nodded his head in agreement “cool mate message understood" that's the thing with boys they fall in and out so quick I always just kept out of their fights. It’s better not to get involved because they are always back to being best friends in no time. On the other hand I was still ragging with Stefan but he looked so nervous again I was starting to feel a bit sorry for him. "How did you know I was here? I take it to be that your here looking for me” "eh no I'm here to take Lydia out to dinner" What The f**k!!!! Was he actually kidding!!! Did he think that our dinner date was still on after what happened, after the way he had treated me, this boy is a lunatic. Fran started laughing at the top of his lungs "aye right son, don’t be stupid. you've been warned to stay away from her by me and the Big Man” I was confused what did that mean? It was quiet for what felt like an eternity then Fran said "your not kidding, what you two are going out on a date? Is this true gorgeous?” oh no. I thought the two of them had forgot that I was there. I felt like I was simply observing their conversation, I didn't want to be involved and in my drunken state I couldn't think of a lie quick enough. Fran was back on his feet again his fists were clenched at his sides "what? your seeing him Lydia?" He snapped "no im not" I almost shouted. Stefan looked humiliated he rubbed his hands over his face "listen Franco I asked Lydia if I could take her for dinner to thank her for helping me with the song, it's not a date" Fran stood on the spot trying to keep his composure just staring at Stefan. "Oh that's right I forgot about that" I said, Stefan was staring at the floor. I appreciated him lying to Fran to protect my modesty and appreciated Fran being protective of me, but this was all too much. The atmosphere palpable after a second or two I said "me and the Big Man seen a homeless guy taking a s**t in the street yesterday" the two of them started to laugh, and it was just what we needed to break the atmosphere. "Well on that note why don't we all go out" said Fran “eh yeah ok” said Stefan and shot me a look, it was the first time I had made eye contact with him since he walked in and he looked nervous. "shall we ask the Big Man too?" said Stefan pointing to my living room “no he's not here he’s out with Chris” I said. "Oh right it's just I thought I heard snoring, I thought maybe he was here too taking a nap" I let out a laugh "No that's Stacey, but she snores louder than the Big Man, let's wake her up and she can come with us before someone phones the police with a noise complaint" the three of us were laughing and she must have woke up. When she came through into the kitchen her new hair was all over the place and her mascara was smeared "she stood in the doorway "hey what's going on can I have a drink of water Lydia?" Then she let out a screech "oh my god oh my god oh my god your Stefan Black. You were always my favorite oh my god!!" Fran twitched every time she screamed. I could tell that she would annoy him. “You must be Stacey we were just about to head out to dinner if you would like to join us” said Stefan. “Oh my god that would be amazing” Then she turned her attention on Fran. “Oh my god your Fran from Lydia’s band. I love you. This is the best day ever.” She screeched again and Fran gave her a polite smile “nice to meet you” he said but I knew him too well, he didn’t look one bit impressed by her over the top screeching. Stacey turned her attention back to Stefan and Fran came around the counter and whispered to me "is she always like this?” I nodded my head and smiled “it’s going to be a long night gorgeous" he said with a sigh.

Chapter 8

Stacey managed to tidy herself up a bit and she looked lovely, although she was still a bit pissed. I changed into a wrap dress and stilettos while Fran called for my driver to take us to a little restaurant a few streets away. Although it wasn’t far away I didn't fancy walking because my feet were sore from trying to put out the fire on Chris’s head the night before and I wasn't going to admit that to Fran. Things were still frosty between me and Stefan every time he looked at me I just looked away. I was dreading having to spend an evening across a table from him but I knew I couldn’t be too cold towards him or Fran would have guessed something was wrong. The restaurant was a cosy little Italian place we often went to. It had a nice chilled atmosphere and lovely food. We walked into the restaurant and Fran pulled the chair out for me to sit down next to him, he was always the gentleman. Stacey and Stefan sat across from us. Four girls at the table next to the kitchen gasped when we walked in. One girl said "that's them, look that's them. It’s Lydia Knight and Fran Kavanagh. They are such a hot couple" one of the friends said " they aren't a couple I read her interview in Vogue magazine she says they are just best friends" " you are so naive Natalie of course they're a couple look at the way they are together, look at his face, he loves her" then the other girl said “you only need to look at photos of them together to see he’s totally in love with her” “look at him right now” all four of them stared over. “You are so right, I wish a hot guy would look at me like that. He’s head over heels isn’t he?” They all nodded in agreement. Fran had his arm round the back of my chair as we were all listening to one of Stacey's stories. He wasn't touching me but I noticed Stefan kept looking at his arm. I turned to look at Fran’s face to see what the girls were talking about, but he just looked normal to me. The waiter came over, "hello Mr Francis and Mrs Francis how are my favourite couple tonight?" He said in a obvious fake Italian accent, "we're not a couple” I snapped. "Oh I'm sorry Mrs Francis" he said and even I was surprised by how offended I sounded “it's fine" said Fran but he was looking at me like I was nuts, then he turned his attention back to the waiter "can I have a beer and Gorgeous will have a glass of champagne and a water, what would you two like to drink?" Fran asked Stefan and Stacey and Stefan was starting to look pissed off. Stacey asked for a gin, she didn't know her limits, and Stefan ordered a double vodka. "Can we order food right now" said Stacey “I'm starving" "yeah of course" said Fran "me and Gorgeous will share the seafood platter, then she'll have the linguine, I'll have the ......." I didn't register the rest of the order all I could see was Stefan getting more and more angry and now Fran was rubbing his hand up and down my arm. This was awkward. I was on a date with a guy that had humped and dumped me and my mate was touching me up so much everybody thought we were a married couple. Oh and my other mate was as pissed as a fart and wouldn't shut up. What a lovely evening this was turning out to be. The waiter brought over the drinks and Stefan downed his vodka "keep them coming please" he said to the waiter. I hardly touched my food when it arrived, the mix of drinking all afternoon and the tension at the table had robbed my appetite. "You ok Lydia?" Asked Stefan. He did look genuinely concerned. "Yeah I'm ok, I’m just tired I think" "you hardly slept a wink last night Gorgeous, you were tossing and turning all night" said Fran, he was talking to me but staring at Stefan, what was he doing? Why was he insinuating that we had slept together? I could feel Stacey and Stefan reacting quietly to this information. I decided to nip it in the bud, "oh Stacey did I tell you? I was so drunk last night I set Chris hair on fire and Fran had to put me to bed and I woke up this morning in his bed with my dress still on and one shoe" we both started laughing. Stefan started to relax, I think it must have been the three double vodkas he had drank.