Deep Desire

Chapter Two

I jumped off my stool and went into the living room to watch some tv to pass the time. I’m on my last day of holiday from work and I cannot wait to get back on Monday.

I flicked through the channels until I finally settled on Friends, my favourite tv show. A couple of hours had passed and I decided to get up and get myself showered so I could meet Caroline for lunch. I took myself to the bathroom for a nice relaxing shower, just what I needed after a crazy night out with a banging head.

Once I’d finished in the shower I brushed my teeth and went to my bedroom to get myself ready. I looked in my wardrobe studying the old, outdated clothes I had hanging there wondering what outfit to wear on such a beautiful day. After about two minutes of just standing there in a towel dripping water droplets onto my bedroom floor, I decided on an olive green v neck romper, perfect for this weather. I dried the rest of my body that was still slightly wet and got myself dressed. I matched my outfit with a pair of brown strappy sandals and my small brown leather backpack. I walked over to my wall length mirror, stepping over all the mess that I still had to tidy up from last night and quickly analysed my effortless attempt to look “ready”. My hair was still damp, looking more of a dirty brown rather than the sandy blonde I actually have. I decided to leave it to dry on its own. Having naturally long, wavy, thick hair was great because I'm lucky enough to be able to just leave it to do its own thing. I stood there staring at myself feeling a sense of disappointment that I wasn’t even half as pretty as Caroline and Hannah when they left this morning. The girl staring back at me isn’t who I want to be, it’s really no wonder my boyfriend keeps wandering into other girls' beds. Who could honestly want and love a girl like me? I’m not thin, nor am I a chubby girl. I have curves but I’m not as confident about them like Hannah is with hers, she has so much more confidence than I do. I always thought my face was plain; plain lips, no colour to my cheeks, dimples, and my eyes a boring grey blue. My hair is mundane, nothing like Caroline’s white blonde locks, or Hannah's mocha brown hair. Could I be any more envious of both my best friends who are lucky to be so beautiful without even trying? I sighed, I don’t know why I’m always so hard on myself. My Mother always told me I was 'sent down by angels because I was too beautiful.' I always laughed when she said that. God, I miss her. My Mother was the angel. I find it hard to talk about her to anyone. She died when I was 17 but I remember every single detail. She turned heads everywhere she went. She was full of beauty and grace. Her smile was sweet, and her laugh infectious. I remember the small crease she had just between her eyebrows above her nose, and the beauty mark she had on her right cheek. My Aunt talks of her often, telling me just how much I look like her. But I'm nothing compared to what my Mother was. A pure Goddess. She had the best and most beautiful life. Until it happened… I erased the sudden memory from my mind bringing myself back to reality. I took one last look in the mirror and then grabbed my keys and sunglasses from the kitchen.

When I opened the front door the heat from the sun attacked my body like a wildfire in a forest. It’s so hot for April. I placed my sunglasses on and then locked up. Still completely in love with my new car, I beamed a smile at it as if it could understand my joy. Since I got this new job with all this extra money I was able to buy myself the car I’ve always wanted; a baby blue Fiat 500 with leather beige seats and a sun roof. I was even more happy with my purchase because I was able to buy it myself with the money I had earned, it was an achievement I never thought would be possible to make, but I did it and I couldn’t be more pleased with myself. I got in my car, thankful that I parked it under trees so the seats didn’t burn my skin, and put the key in the ignition. I grinned to myself again, so happy that I finally got this car.

It took about 35 minutes to get through all the London traffic heading to the centre and another 15 minutes to find somewhere to park. Eventually I found somewhere near Caroline’s work and attempted to make the manoeuvre to grab the space quickly before someone else spotted it. But just as I was turning in, an i***t in a black Audi zoomed past causing me to slam on my brakes, throwing me forward. I banged on the horn with my fist and watched as the jerk took the space I was about to pull into. What an arse! I rolled down my window to confront the driver, then the door of the Audi opened and a man stepped out. He was tall and muscley with broad shoulders making the white suit shirt he was wearing stretch tight across his chest, shoulders and arms. A blue tie hung low around his neck, and the sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows and I could vaguely see that he had a sleeve tattoo on one arm and another tattoo on his other that wrapped around his wrist. He was wearing light grey suit trousers that compacted his manhood and showed me his perfect round behind when he turned to close the car door. He had a square shaped jawline with just the right amount of stubble on an almost perfectly symmetrical face. His eyes were hidden behind a pair of black mirrored sunglasses. His thick, blonde hair framed his face with such definition that it could have been painted on a Ken doll. It was short on the sides, but a little longer on top, swept to one side and stuck presumably with gel, though I wouldn't have been surprised if it was being held up with sheer testosterone. He looked like a character you would read from a book, almost too perfect.

I snapped myself back to the now trying to process what was going on around me and realised he was walking away.

“Hey!” I yelled at him through my open car window, “Do you always drive like a lunatic!?”

He continued to walk away, smirking to himself as he pointed his car key behind him to lock his car. My frustration with this man grew and my patience became non-existent. Man he’s rude! But before I could release my full road rage a car horn sounded from behind me. I hadn’t realised I was holding up people behind causing a queue and when I looked again the mysterious man was gone. I put my hand up to apologise to the road users behind and went on my way looking for another place to park. I silently cursed myself for not getting the tube today. After another 10 minutes of driving around searching for a space I finally found one and pulled in.

Before getting out of the car I rang Caroline;

“Hey, I’m just round the corner. Do you want to meet for lunch?”

“I’m not sure at the moment. My boss isn’t back from his meeting yet.” She said,

“Ugh, just walk out.” I said.

“I can’t do that. He’ll be back soon.” She said.

“Right, I’m coming to get you.”