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Tori: Today was supposed to be the start of something big. I almost missed the train, and now I’m sitting next to the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen, constantly wondering how long his cock is and what it would be like to climb his body. Fuck my life!
When the dots pop up to show she’s replying straight away, I know she’s laughing at me from afar.
Finally taking a big sip of my tea, I pop my own earbuds in which will help me calm down. When I get a notification of her voice message, I hit play, but then I hear nothing, no voice in my ears, and I check the volume. I look down at my phone and notice there is no picture in the top corner of my phone showing my earbuds are even connected. And then I hear her voice, muffled by the earbuds in my ears.
Elouise: Wait! You’re sitting next to a guy with a big cock, hot enough to fuck, and you think you are having a bad start to the day? Tell me more!
Shit, it’s playing out loud! At the same time, I feel movement beside me as he swings to look straight at me.
No, no, no, no, no, no. Please God, don’t let him have heard what just came out of the speaker.
But the look on his face as I’m finally game enough to raise my head tells me the answer.
Worst day ever! And it’s not even nine am yet!
“Oh yes, tell us more.” His deep voice startles me, and the mouthful of tea I never got around to swallowing sprays from my gaping mouth all over his suit jacket.
Kill me now!
“Are you freaking serious! What is wrong with you!”
“Sorry, oh Lord, I’m so sorry, let me clean you up.” I’m madly trying to reach for my bag to find tissues or something, forgetting my mug is in my hand, which is now nearly upside down in my panic. It might be a travel mug, but there is only so much it can withstand.
“Don’t bother.” His annoyed growl is such a deep voice that it vibrates through me as I look up from my bag I’ve been scrounging through to no avail.
Taking the handkerchief from the inside pocket of his coat, he starts trying to dab the material and soak up the mixture of English breakfast tea and my spit, with a scowl on his face.
And as if my day couldn’t get any worse, while I’m still rummaging in my bag for another tissue, I must have bumped the play button on my phone again as Elouise, being her usually impatient self, already sent another message, and I hear the words start again.
Elouise: Don’t leave me hanging here, bitch! Get that sneaky picture so I can rate him too.
“Would you like me to pose with or without the tea stain I’m now wearing. Will it affect my rating?” For a split second, I can see the fury in his eyes is spreading across his face. Then it’s gone as quickly as it came, and his composure returns to the stoic businessman he is.
I’m so mortified. How do I even answer that?
This day is doomed, I can just tell.
ChapterTwo
NICHOLAS
There is something relaxing about spending a night out at the farm, or country estate as they call it here in England. Of course, it sounds more upmarket if you call it an estate, but to me it’s just some land, a big house, and lots of animals. All of which I knew nothing about how to look after when I arrived here, but apparently, that’s what I pay my manager Henry for. He started as my manager but has become a good friend and someone I can sit and drink a cold beer with at the end of a long day, talking about anything and nothing. He doesn’t live in the high-flying world, and that’s the way he likes it. Some days I just want to be Henry.
The first day I arrived at the estate, being told it was all mine, was daunting. But it also gave me a sense of peace I hadn’t felt since this whole crazy debacle began. The moment I walked into the kitchen, it felt like home to me. It’s the size of a commercial kitchen, with all the best appliances. This is what I needed. Everything around me was such a big upheaval that I just needed a place to be me. On my own and with no one asking me questions, wanting to know my intentions, and pointing a finger and staring, wondering who the hell I was and where I came from.
Thankfully, that finally settled down, and my life as the new heir to the Darby empire for the last four years has been more than I could have ever dreamed.
Life certainly is different when I went from being a man whose job it is to serve people, to now, having numerous servants around me, who want nothing more than to serve and please me. Like my personal driver who right now is dying of embarrassment at the fact the car we are traveling in today has broken down on the side of the road. He was worried there was something wrong, so he pulled off the motorway and into a town so he could check it out, and now it won’t start again.
I’m not mad at him, but this is a problem I don’t need this morning. I have an important day ahead, with some big changes on the horizon. I have given the board enough time to accept the fact that I have full control, and I’m about to put my own stamp on the Darby Hotel chain. Time to shake it up a bit and bring it to the modern age and a place of the present type of luxury expected from a chain as big as ours.
“I’m sorry, sir, I can’t work out what is wrong with the car. I will ring to arrange a town car to come and get you.” Wallace, my driver, tells me while I’m still sitting in the Bentley.
On the inside I’m about to explode. I hate public transport with a passion in England. Trying to keep my voice calm, I reply to the older man standing next to me, “No time, Wallace. I have a meeting in an hour that I can’t miss. I can’t wait for the car to get here. I have already checked the train timetable. There is one leaving in fifteen minutes at the station just around the corner. I’ll leave you with it, old chap.” Grabbing my briefcase off the seat and standing up out of the car, I slap Wallace on the shoulder.
“Right you are, sir,” he says, starting to chuckle at me. He loves when I try to act like an Englishman and hide my Aussie mannerisms that continue to ooze from me, even though I have been living here for over three years now. “My apologies. I will get the car sorted and be back in London to pick you up at the end of the day. I will have Miles meet you at the station to get you to the meeting.” His voice gets softer, as I’m already darting across the road and around the corner to the station for the train.
My long legs are a bonus at times like this, with my strides getting me places in a hurry. Arriving on the platform, the train is already in the station waiting. Getting here with only ten minutes to spare, all the seats are taken in some of the carriages, so it looks like I’m heading down the train to find a seat. There are a few single ones available at either end of the carriage, but with my large frame, I need a double seat if possible. That’s why I hate trains, no fucking room!
