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“Please stop,” I yell, “it’s time for football practice.”
Nothing.
They don’t stop.
They don’t hear me.
Instead, they yell even louder.
So do I. I scream as loud as I can, and finally, I can’t hear them anymore. Finally, they stop yelling, and finally, they look at me with shock in their eyes.
I catch my breath and bend forward, resting my hands on my knees.
“Chester, oh sweetie,” Mummy says, running towards me. She puts her hands on my cheeks, and she wipes my tears away before pushing back my curly hair. Her lips start to tremble before she tugs me closer.
She hugs me tightly with her hands caressing my back. Daddy leans against the counter with the same look Mum has in her eyes. He looks sad.
“It’s time for football practice,” I whisper in her ear, and this time, it’s so quiet that even Daddy hears me. He nods his head and walks past us before patting my head softly.
“You’re right, son. Let’s get in the car.” I smile and nod my head, but as Daddy walks to the garage, Mum still doesn’t let go of me.
She hugs me tightly, but she won’t hug Daddy.
Daddy won’t hug Mummy either.
Chapter Five
Chester
Istand wholeheartedly behind the idea that everyone should be able to enjoy sex the way they want to. It shouldn’t be seen as disgraceful to have a healthy sex life or to have two consenting adults agree to a one-night stand. Both men and women should be able to enjoy that physical activity.
Sure, I hunt, I chase, but what’s wrong with flirting these days?
There’s nothing wrong with being upfront and honest. I wasn’t asking that woman to give me her damn kidney becausethatwould have been a ludicrous question. I was there to offer her compliments, and sure, my goal was to bring her home, but I failed royally.
I, obviously, didn’t expect her to call out the entire male species whilst insulting me from start to finish. If I had known she was a complete nutjob, I would have never approached her.
“TripAdvisor reviews … I’m a great shag. If only you would have allowed me to prove it to you, Evangeline,” I mutter, pulling on my black running shoes forcefully.
Normally, I shake off everything that bothers me in a matter of seconds. I need that trait, or else my work would consume me at all times. I’ve become a pro at letting things go.
In my thirty-one years on this planet, I’ve never dreamt of a woman, but I crawled into my bed last night,alone, with my jaw locked and that siren in hideous pink on my mind. She was a beautiful vision, I’ll give her that, but one that was quickly soured by the filth that came out of her mouth.
I tossed and turned all night, and by 3 a.m., I was done letting her control my dreams. She shouldn’t have been in there to begin with. Evangeline should have left the second she marched away on those sparkling silver heels. So I woke up and did the one thing that always takes my mind off silly things such as women … I read over development contracts.
It worked miracles because by 5 a.m., the only name I could remember was the company ready to be sold to mine. So, with a clear mind, I crawled back into bed and closed my eyes, and … well, brown eyes appeared yet again.
Eyes accentuated by glorious eyelashes that hit her cheek when she blinked. Eyebrows that moved with every word she spoke, and it bothers me endlessly that I know they are darker than her hair. I have, apparently, memorised her entire face, even those two beauty marks under her left eye, one being a tad bit larger than the other.
I wanted to smack myself even more from the thought I had about her little button nose. I wanted to run my finger over it. Run. My. Finger. Over. It. Yeah, I’m never mentioning that out loud to my friends or they’ll remind me of it every chance they get.
The only thing I’m quite happy about is that I don’t remember the colour of her lipstick. Thank whoever is in the skies for saving me from that little detail. It’s enough to remember that her lips weren’t large, nor small. They were perfect with her bottom lip a bit larger than her upper one. They were pillowy, shiny, and I wanted to kiss her then and there. Until, of course, she started to speculate about my ‘array of STDs.’
So, my night was cut short, and I normally sleep like a baby. Everything is not going how it’s supposed to go because of meeting one woman. I meet hundreds of women on my way to work. I speak to half of them during work. I party with one-fourth of them at social events or at Prescott’s bar. But never has one entered my thoughts the next morning.
“Lousy sex…” I shake my head, tying my running shoes. The only option now is to learn how to live with that frustrating woman occupying my mind until eventually, Evangeline will disappear. And she will. It’s just a matter of when, not if.
But now to empty my mind, I decide to go for a run before having lunch with friends. It’s a cure for heavy thoughts. It’s exhilarating and everything I need to start my day fresh and focused.
