He Called Me Gorgeous. Disaster Engagement Series Book 2

He Called Me Gorgeous Book 2 Chapter 1 - POV Tommy I was really hungover when I woke up that morning, I mean really rough. Those guys can drink and I wondered why I thought I could keep up with them, especially because they’re a bunch of Scottish rock stars and the biggest party animals I had ever met and I’ve never been a big drinker. The way I felt that morning made me think I needed my head examined. When I finally opened my eyes I was relieved when I realised I didn’t have filming that day but then it hit me that I had a script to learn for the next day and I couldn’t even think straight. Although working on London Streets wasn’t exactly the hardest acting job in the world, I still had to show up and know my lines. I dragged myself out of bed and went down stairs. I couldn’t believe how much I’d drank and I couldn’t even remember getting home. I tried to have a cup of tea and feed my dog Alfie but I was dying. Every time I sipped my tea I felt sick. It was a beautiful day outside and the sun was beaming in through my kitchen window and the light hurt my eyes. I was that hung over that I couldn’t concentrate on anything, never mind my script. I was standing at the kitchen counter debating if I could stomach something to eat when Alfie started barking at the living room window. I loved that dog but in that moment I honestly wanted to throttle him because his bark was going straight through me. I rubbed my forehead to try and sooth my headache and when that didn’t help I snapped at him because I couldn’t listen to him barking for another second. "Come on Alfie, I don't need this today mate, my head's banging." I said trying not to shout, but he continued to bark. I walked over to the window to see what he was barking at and when I looked outside you could have knocked me down with a feather. It was her, it was Lydia Knight and she was standing outside my house on the pavement with her back to me. I stared at her with my mouth wide open in disbelief. The early morning sunshine surrounded her and she looked absolutely glorious. I couldn’t take it in that it was actually her. I’d been desperate to meet her for ages because I'd always fancied her. In fact, I had a calendar of her hanging on my kitchen wall and a photo of her in a bikini as my screen saver. She was my absolute dream girl. Although I had been mates with Fran for a while, I still hadn’t met her. Every time I arrived at a night out after filming late, she had already left early and it would frustrate the life out of me because I was desperate to meet her. I nearly met her once at Fran’s house. I was sitting on his sofa with him watching football and I had no idea that she was upstairs when I heard her shout. "Francis, can you come and help me? I can't find a big enough towel." I could recognize her voice anywhere. I was trying to play it cool but I felt like an excited schoolboy. I nearly jumped out of my seat but I managed to calm myself down. “Is that the little bird from your band?" I asked, pretending not to know her name but my insides were doing somersaults. “Yeah it's Lydia, her place is getting decorated so she's staying here for a few weeks and she's having a bath. I better go and give her a hand." He said with a sly smile. As he stood up I said something that I immediately regretted. "I wish I could give her a hand in the bath.” I joked and he stopped in his tracks, turned and he strode back over to me. "Tommy, you talk about her like that again and we're going to have a problem." I desperately searched his face to see if he was joking, but he was being deadly serious and I knew he could be a sinister fucker sometimes. "yeah alright mate! I'm just messing about, she's a beautiful girl that's all.” Even though he apologized to me later I could tell that this wasn't the first warning he had dished out to blokes that wanted her and he could tell I f*****g wanted her. I had a million stories of how close I was to meeting her but had just missed her by a couple of minutes and here she was outside my house with no one else around. The night before I had finished work really late and I just wanted to go home to bed but when I got home I switched my phone on and I had a text from The Big Man asking me to Fran’s place for a party. I only lived across the road so I could hear the music still going on. I text him back and said I was going straight to bed because I’d had a long day. I lay there drifting off to sleep when The Big Man text again to say that Lydia was at the party. I jumped to my feet and quickly got dressed. As I arrived The Big Man was pissing himself laughing at me, he knew his text message had done the trick but he was laughing because I had literally just walked in the front door as Fran came back down stairs after carrying her up to bed. I couldn’t believe I had missed meeting her again. I must have looked totally gutted because The Big Man wouldn’t stop laughing at me, the cheeky prick. He kept slapping my back and saying “better luck next time mate.” I really wanted to slap him and I was tempted to sneak upstairs just to look at her but if one of the boys would have seen me I think they would have slit my throat. Chris told me about a time Fran threw a record executive out a moving car because he glanced at her t**s and another time the Big Man stabbed a guy through the hand when he tried to lift her dress. The Big Man and Chris both knew how much I fancied her but I knew I could never tell Fran because he was really protective over her. Fran said she was like a little sister to him but I knew it was more than that. The only time he smiled was when he was talking about her or if a text from her came up on his phone and it didn’t take a genius to figure out he was crazy about her. I got a bit drunk on a night out and I asked Chris to introduce me to her but he said Fran wouldn’t be happy about it and that’s when I realized that even if I did ever get the chance to meet her I didn’t have a chance in hell with her because Fran clearly wouldn’t allow it. But as she stood outside my house I could hardly contain excitement because finally, this was my opportunity to met her without Fran being there. I was still standing at my window watching her and she had her back to me and I was willing her to turn around so I could see her amazing t**s. I had honestly fancied her for years and I can still remember the first time I seen her on TV. It was their first music video, she was wearing a black leather jacket and black sunglasses and thigh high boots. She has the tiniest little waist and huge t**s and a perfect round arse. I wanted her from then on. When I met Fran at a charity football match I befriended him right away because I wanted to meet this girl. We ended up being good mates but the only reason I was so friendly to him to start with was because I wanted to know everything about her. It didn’t take me long to discover that he wouldn’t tell me anything. I would always ask him to bring her along to the pub with him but he never would and I often thought that he kept her away from me on purpose. As I stood watching her out of my window I wondered what she was like in bed, she was sexy as hell on stage and in their music videos but when I seen her in interviews on TV she seemed really sweet. She was never photographed with any guys except for the boys of course, so I knew she wasn’t in a relationship. If I could just meet her I could find out for myself. I continued to drool over her at my living room window when suddenly she dropped to her knees and started feeling around under my car. She had obviously dropped something and as she was feeling around I couldn’t take my eyes off her ass. It was out of this world. Her dress had rode up to expose a little red thong. My d**k was hard watching her. I went into my hallway and put on my shoes to go outside and introduce myself. This was my opportunity to act like a gentleman, maybe ask her in for a coffee. Then ask her to take off those little red knickers. Except that Chris had told me she doesn't sleep around and that she's a good girl and that's what I really liked about her. I stoped at the mirror to give myself a quick once over. I looked like s**t but I couldn’t let her get away. I took a deep breath as I opened the front door. This was it, I was finally going to speak to her. But I didn’t know what I was going to say, all I knew was it was now or never. When I opened the door I was just in time to hear her giggle as the Big Man threw her over his shoulder as he walked around the corner. I was totally deflated, when was I ever going to meet this girl? As I turned to go back inside Alfie started to jump up on me and he had a girls shoe in his mouth, it was a tiny size and it looked expensive. I thought that maybe it belonged to Lydia and that she must have been looking for it under my car. I couldn’t wait to give it back to her, I pictured slipping it on her foot like she was Cinderella, but I knew Fran would never let me meet her. I had a dream that night she was sucking my d**k. She was taking it all in her mouth and swirling her tongue around the tip. She kept looking up at me with those big beautiful eyes. When I woke up I was so turned on. I was thinking about her in the shower, I imagined her dripping wet with my d**k in her hands begging for me to come. When I turned off the shower I felt as low as a snakes tit. I needed to meet this girl and get her out my system, she was driving me crazy. Chapter 2 It's the morning of my wedding day and I'm sitting alone at the dressing table putting on a little lip gloss. I had asked everyone to give me some space because they were all so stressed out and getting on my nerves but my friend Stacey wasn’t the type to listen and she just burst into the honeymoon suite door with a huge smile on her face. "He wanted you to have this, he said it's your something old. You should see him Lydia, he's really excited" she said and although she was smiling I could still sense that she wished it was her marrying him and not me. She had told him she was in love with him a few years ago but he had told her that they were just friends and ever since then she has been pretending to be fine and that she was totally over it but every now and then I got the impression that she still had feelings for him. She handed me a white box wrapped in a ribbon. "Stacey he's adorable, thank you so much for bringing it to me.” I said trying to get rid of her. "Are you going to open it?" She asked staring at the box as if it was a bomb. "Yeah I just need a bit of privacy" her smile disappeared “Okay Lydia I will leave you too it" when she finally left the room I opened the box, and I couldn't believe my eyes. I couldn’t believe that he had kept them for all those years. He's just the best and it was silly little things like this that made me love him. I quickly stood up and put them on and looked in the mirror. I shook my head, he is going to laugh when he releases I have them on under my dress. It was a pair of white cheap knickers that said 'I Love Las Vegas’ When I looked in the small box there was something else in there and my eyes filled up with tears, but they were tears of joy. This boy is one in a million. He is nothing like the other guys that I’d nearly married before him. He is the one. Disaster Engagement Number 2 He called me Gorgeous Chapter 3 It was nearly April and I absolutely loved London in the spring time. You could feel the seasons change and it was felt like everything was being reborn. I had been staying with Fran for a few months because after Stefan had attacked me just before Christmas I really didn’t want to go home to my flat. When I first got out of hospital I was too scared to go back there so Fran invited me to stay with him for a while. Before we knew it a few months had passed and I had no intentions of leaving any time soon. Fran and I were happy in our little routine. We had always acted like an old married couple, but now we were totally co dependent and I was loving it. We ate nearly every meal together, we socialized together, we worked together, we even slept together... well we shared a bed but we didn't have s*x. Although in the past few weeks it had been kind of flirty between us. We had always been affectionate towards each other, but now we were openly hugging and holding hands in front of people and for some reason it felt good to be close to him and that’s when I had to admit to myself that I had kind of fallen for him. I knew I was stupid and that we were just best friends but for the first time in my life I was truly happy. He made me happy but although we did flirt it was only one sided, there was no way he could look at me in that way, so I carried on as if nothing had changed between us. But inside my heart would miss a beat every time he smiled at me. Chris and Carmela had been seeing each other for a while by then and they were totally in love and it was amazing to watch how happy they were together. The transformation in him was unbelievable. Firstly he still wasn't drinking and she had turned his bachelor pad into a real home. He was still hitting the gym and he was even dressing better. There was loads of photo’s of them in celebrity magazines and online because they were the new hot celebrity couple. When he accompanied her on the red carpet for her movie premiere the press and the fans loved it. Fran and I met them for dinner one night and when Carmela and I sneaked outside for a cigarette she was more interested in what was going on with me and Fran. "There is nothing going on, I promise" I said as I rolled my eyes. "Oh my come on Lyds, it's like totally obvious you two are screwing, he can't keep his hands off you." Carmela and I had been spending a lot of time together and I really liked her, she was lovely and it was great having another girl around. "Carm we aren’t having s*x" I said with a little laugh. I knew what it must have looked like to her but although Fran and I were close we had never over stepped the mark, we had never even kissed. Although the sight of him that morning when he came back from his run totally turned me on. His body was perfect and when he took off his t shirt and put it into the washing machine I had to remind myself to breath. By the time me and Carmela had finished our cigarette I thought I had managed to hide the fact that I was basically obsessed with Fran but she was having none of it. Carmela and I went back to the table and the boys were laughing at some dirty joke. Chris said he didn't want Carmela to hear it and Fran said he would tell me later. I leaned over to Carmela and said "See he just thinks I'm one of the boys." Fran put his jacket around me because it was getting chilly and stroked my arm. I noticed Chris and Carmela shoot each other a look. "Yeah one of the boys" she smirked but Fran didn't notice. "So the Big Man is back tomorrow, I must admit I've missed him this past twelve weeks" said Fran. Frans mate Tommy was an actor and had recently left his role in a very popular mafia drama (and my favorite TV show) London Streets to pursue a career in films. His first role was a bank robber on the run and most of the filming was in the North of England. He had managed to convince the Big Man to take a role in the movie and they had been away filming for he past few months. It had been the longest amount of time that I had went without seeing the Big Man in my entire life and I missed him loads and so had the boys. Chris and Fran sat across from each other planning a surprise homecoming for him. Carmela looked at me and shook her head and said "The girls in London aren't going to know what's hit them." We all laughed. She wasn't wrong, the place had been quiet without him. Chapter 4 That night after dinner Chris and Carmela went home and Fran and I stayed in the pub until closing time. I loved Chris and Carmela but I was happy when it was just me and Fran, and I liked that he seemed to enjoy when it was just the two of us. We sat close together and drank lots of shots and planned the Big Mans welcome home party. We were having a great time and before long Frans hand was on my knee. It felt a little bit naughty because it was in public but it was under the table so it was like our little secret. He leaned in closer and whispered into my ear but I couldn’t hear him. His breath on my neck made my skin tingle. His hand travelled further up my leg to my thigh when I noticed a guy at the bar with his phone out and it looked like he was trying to take a photo of me and Fran together. I couldn’t let that happen because I was still pretending to be happily engaged to Stefan. As far as the press knew I was still with Stefan and it had to stay that way whilst he was away plugging his album. I hadn’t heard from him but he was on every chat show talking about how in love we were. It was pathetic listening to him go on about this make believe wedding. But as long as I wore my engagement ring and went along with his lies he swore that he wouldn’t go to the police about the Big Man putting him in hospital. The fact that he was out of the country made it easier but it still made my skin crawl that he had released the song I had helped him write and he was telling everyone that it was about me. After that we went home and I was really tipsy. I wanted to slap that guy at the bar for interrupting my flirt with Fran. His hand on my thigh was the most exciting thing to happen to me in a long time. When we got home Fran went straight into the kitchen and I followed him to get a drink of water before bed. To my surprise he brought out a bottle of champagne and two glasses. “Fancy a nightcap Gorgeous ?” He asked as he poured us both a glass. I stared at his beautiful face and even in my drunken state I could see that he looked nervous. Which made me nervous, then he started to shuffle from one foot to another which he only did when he had something on his mind. “Is everything okay Francis?” He handed me my drink and I quickly gulped it before he had a chance to say anything. By the look on his face I could tell that I wasn’t going to like his answer. It hit me that he probably wanted me to move out and he was building up the courage to ask me to leave. Or maybe it had to do with the fact that we had been flirting all night, maybe he was finally going to make a move on me. He took a deep breath before he spoke and my mind was racing. He stoped shuffling and put out his hand “come with me” he said and although I was scared of where this was going I took his hand and followed him out of the kitchen towards the stairs. His grip tightened around my hand and he slowly walked up the staircase in silence. I could feel my legs tremble as we got to the top of the stairs. This was what I had been dreaming about for months and now that he was actually taking me to bed I felt overwhelmed. Yes I wanted him, any girl would, he is God’s gift to woman, but we have been best friends my whole life and I was scared that if I did sleep with him could we ever be the same again? “Fran what’s happening?” I asked and I could actually hear the panic in my voice. “I’ve got a surprise for you.” He looked deep into my eyes and all my nerves seemed to fade away. He was the most handsome man I had ever seen and he was so special in every way and I decided to just go with it. This was it, it now or never and I wanted him. He kissed my hand and opened the door next to his bedroom and put on the light. “Surprise” He said with a cheeky grin and he dragged me into the room. There was a beautiful large dressing table and lots of fitted wardrobes and a huge mirror. “What’s all this?” I asked. “It’s for you. I turned this spare bedroom into a dressing room for you. I hope you like it. It’s got loads of shelves for all your shoes and stuff.” I looked around at all the lovely finishing touches and I think it was the kindest thing anyone had ever done for me. I also think that he was probably sick of all my make up and perfume lying around his bathroom so he thought he could stick all my stuff in there but mostly it was kinda cute and very thoughtful. He stared at the floor and blushed as I went around the room gushing about how pretty it was. “When did you have time to do all this without me noticing?” “I had the fitters here tonight, that’s why I kept you out so late.” And there I was thinking that he just wanted to spend some time with me and that he wanted to take me up stairs to bed. I had to admit that although I loved living with Fran, I was beginning to lose my marbles. As if Fran would ever want anything to happen between us. I was a little disappointed that this night wasn’t going where I wanted it to go but at least I had him as an amazing friend. “Thank you so much for all of this Francis, you’re the best.” I went over and hugged him. I loved his strong arms around me and I took every opportunity to hug him. After a second or two he pulled away and he looked as though he wanted to say something. He was staring into my eyes and I was mesmerised and then he said “I need to get to bed Gorgeous, I’ve got an early meeting in the morning.” He quickly turned away and stomped into his bedroom and I felt totally deflated, but at least I had a fancy new dressing room, so it wasn’t all bad. I decided to go to my flat the next day and get a few things for my new dressing room. I also wanted to take some food to the Big Man’s flat for him coming home that afternoon. I took a deep breath as I entered the elevator. I had hardly been to my flat since the night Stefan had attacked me and I was a nervous wreak. I was shaking from head to toe when the doors opened and the place was silent which made it even creepier. I could only hear my heart thumping in my chest. Stacey was still living there and looking after the place for me but she was out at work so I quickly grabbed a few things then turned and ran back to the elevator and pressed the button a million times so that the doors would close, when they finally did I let out a sigh of relief. I was happy that Fran was looking after me, but I had always prided myself on being independent. I decided there and then that I would need to start spending more time on my own and stop being a scaredy cat. I got down to the under ground car park and went over to Chris's old vintage van I had borrowed to collect my stuff. Chris had bought this van years ago and it was his pride and joy and I promised I would look after it. I noticed a fancy car with a man in the drivers seat parked on the far right corner but I just ignored him and opened the van doors and jumped up into the back and stacked the boxes of my handbags and shoes on top of each other. When I tried to jump out of the van I realised the heel of my boot was stuck. I started to pull at my leg but nothing was happening and then before I knew it I was falling backwards out of the van. I let out a scream when suddenly I felt two arms surround me and catch me from my fall. "You alright girl?” he asked in a thick cockney accent and a huge smile and when I looked up I couldn’t believe my eyes, it was him, it was Thomas Taylor. Frans mate Tommy, and he was just as handsome as he was on TV. He's kind of tall and very muscular. He has a shaved head and loads of stubble and gorgeous green eyes. He always had a cheeky smile on his face, I thought he looked as though he was thinking about something filthy. I couldn't believe it was him. My heart nearly stoped beating as I was such a big fan of his. Tommy's TV show London streets had started to have a cult following and Tommy’s character Jason Spence was by far the most popular character and my absolute favourite. "Oh my god you're Frans mate, thanks for catching me" he gave me a small sideways sexy grin then said "you are by far the best thing I've got off the back of a lorry." I shyly laughed, "I ain't joking you're beautiful" he said studying my face. Wow Thomas Taylor thinks I'm beautiful "oh thanks" I said as I turned bright pink with embarrassment. This was Thomas Taylor, Jason Spence from London Streets he was my ultimate celebrity crush and he was holding me in his arms like we were newlyweds. I thought I better introduce myself "my names Lydia" he just gave me that sexy grin "I know who you are beautiful. I'm a big fan of yours" this was so exciting. He knew who I was! “oh really" I said in disbelief "I love you Jason" he started to laugh, I'm such an i***t, "well you know I ain't actually Jason.” He said with a cheeky smile. He was funny and charming….