and locked it away with the other nice things he’d done, never to be looked at again and forgot about it. I was definitely not thinking about it every few minutes and picturing what it would be like to be held like that again. No, I wouldn’t think things like that.
All thoughts of this quickly fled when he again did not take me straight home, but instead drove to the nearest drive-thru and ordered enough food for about seven people. Did he listen when I told him I wasn’t hungry and just wanted to go home? Nope. He just raised an eye-brow at me and said “Babe!”
...That’s it! Just... babe?! I scowled at him and grabbed some fries anyway, because I was hungry. I just didn’t want him to know that.
He pulled up outside the gates of my complex and stared at me expectantly, seeing as I had no idea what he was waiting for I just raised my had in a small wave and lent to get out of the car but he halted me as soon as I opened the door. He grabbed my wrist and said “Babe, what’s the code?”
“The code?”
“Yeah, the code, to open the gates?”
A thousand thoughts raced through my mind, the main one being OH MY GOD, HE THINKS HE’S COMING IN?! So I asked quietly,
“Did I invite you in?” And he barked out a short laugh before saying
“No baby girl, I’m not coming in, I got shit to do, but a gentleman walks his lady to the door at the end of the date.”
“Whoa, this was not a date, I don’t need you to be gentleman, because I’m not, nor will I ever be your lady.” Jeez who the hell does he think he is?! He muttered something under his breath that I thought was ‘fuckin’ games’ but I wasn’t sure, before he said
“I took you out to the track, I bought you dinner and I brought you home. Date.”
“You showed me how fast your car could go, you bought me burgers and fries that I did not ask for and you gave me a lift home because I asked you for a favour...over four hours ago!...NOT a date.”
Instead of answering me, he leaned forward and placed his lips on mine. I was so shocked at this move, my entire body froze and my mouth parted slightly on a gasp. He stroked the side of my face at the same time, he touched the tip of his tongue to mine and then pulled back and said “Ok baby girl, I’ll be in touch.”
I didn’t think myself capable of forming a full sentence but I croaked out “I don’t ever want to see you again” and ran...literally ran from the car, through the side gate and to the elevators. I didn’t start breathing again properly until I slammed the door to my apartment. Then I managed to screw up my normal breathing by sliding down the door and bursting into tears...FUCK.
Okay so this might confuse the hell out of most people seeing as I had spent the day with my Mr Gorgeous, some bits were bad, some bits were good and some bits were really really good. But I’ll never get involved with anyone again, people can’t be trusted, men break hearts and I can’t, I WON’T put myself through it ever again.
See...I had my first boyfriend when I was seventeen. Matthew Grier. I loved him, like I, really loved him. He was twenty and he had a nice car, nice apartment, nice clothes, hair, body, nice everything. I doted on him and he doted on me. He bought me little gifts almost every time we’d meet; he’d brush my hair behind my ear and tell me how ‘hot’ I was. At the time, I thought ‘you’re so hot’ was the best compliment anyone could ever give me. I was blindsided by that shit.
My dad hated him, seriously hated him, he wasn’t allowed to come to our house, he wasn’t allowed near my parents shop when I was working and my dad would turn his eyes away in an unconcealed show of disapproval anytime my phone buzzed with a text from him. But I was seventeen, he was my first love and dads are not supposed to love their seventeen year old daughters older boyfriend, or so I figured.
We’d been together six months when IT happened. He was my ‘first’, yeah I
All thoughts of this quickly fled when he again did not take me straight home, but instead drove to the nearest drive-thru and ordered enough food for about seven people. Did he listen when I told him I wasn’t hungry and just wanted to go home? Nope. He just raised an eye-brow at me and said “Babe!”
...That’s it! Just... babe?! I scowled at him and grabbed some fries anyway, because I was hungry. I just didn’t want him to know that.
He pulled up outside the gates of my complex and stared at me expectantly, seeing as I had no idea what he was waiting for I just raised my had in a small wave and lent to get out of the car but he halted me as soon as I opened the door. He grabbed my wrist and said “Babe, what’s the code?”
“The code?”
“Yeah, the code, to open the gates?”
A thousand thoughts raced through my mind, the main one being OH MY GOD, HE THINKS HE’S COMING IN?! So I asked quietly,
“Did I invite you in?” And he barked out a short laugh before saying
“No baby girl, I’m not coming in, I got shit to do, but a gentleman walks his lady to the door at the end of the date.”
“Whoa, this was not a date, I don’t need you to be gentleman, because I’m not, nor will I ever be your lady.” Jeez who the hell does he think he is?! He muttered something under his breath that I thought was ‘fuckin’ games’ but I wasn’t sure, before he said
“I took you out to the track, I bought you dinner and I brought you home. Date.”
“You showed me how fast your car could go, you bought me burgers and fries that I did not ask for and you gave me a lift home because I asked you for a favour...over four hours ago!...NOT a date.”
Instead of answering me, he leaned forward and placed his lips on mine. I was so shocked at this move, my entire body froze and my mouth parted slightly on a gasp. He stroked the side of my face at the same time, he touched the tip of his tongue to mine and then pulled back and said “Ok baby girl, I’ll be in touch.”
I didn’t think myself capable of forming a full sentence but I croaked out “I don’t ever want to see you again” and ran...literally ran from the car, through the side gate and to the elevators. I didn’t start breathing again properly until I slammed the door to my apartment. Then I managed to screw up my normal breathing by sliding down the door and bursting into tears...FUCK.
Okay so this might confuse the hell out of most people seeing as I had spent the day with my Mr Gorgeous, some bits were bad, some bits were good and some bits were really really good. But I’ll never get involved with anyone again, people can’t be trusted, men break hearts and I can’t, I WON’T put myself through it ever again.
See...I had my first boyfriend when I was seventeen. Matthew Grier. I loved him, like I, really loved him. He was twenty and he had a nice car, nice apartment, nice clothes, hair, body, nice everything. I doted on him and he doted on me. He bought me little gifts almost every time we’d meet; he’d brush my hair behind my ear and tell me how ‘hot’ I was. At the time, I thought ‘you’re so hot’ was the best compliment anyone could ever give me. I was blindsided by that shit.
My dad hated him, seriously hated him, he wasn’t allowed to come to our house, he wasn’t allowed near my parents shop when I was working and my dad would turn his eyes away in an unconcealed show of disapproval anytime my phone buzzed with a text from him. But I was seventeen, he was my first love and dads are not supposed to love their seventeen year old daughters older boyfriend, or so I figured.
We’d been together six months when IT happened. He was my ‘first’, yeah I
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