Our Unfinished Story
As told by Nik Archer
Declan
Why did I let her get under my skin? Yes, she was gorgeous. Her plump breasts and huge butt with her narrow waist, looked like the perfect hourglass. And I felt like it needed to belong in my possession. Her blonde curls were framing her face like she was something out of an art show. How had I never seen anyone as eye-catching as her in my 30 years of living? Or maybe I was just horny? After my divorce had finalised, three months ago, I’d only been with two women and neither of them turned me on, during our respective nights out, as much as Felicity did in those 45 minutes earlier this afternoon. Something about her reminded me of Tiana and I knew she was off limits. But there was definitely something about Felicity which perked more than just my interest. Her eyes were as blue as the sea and her full lips looked as hot as hell. She was a mystery and I challenged myself to solve her. But how the hell did I not catch on that she was playing me? I should have figured it out from that fiery attitude of hers. And damn her rules! What the hell were they about?
I wouldn’t normally go to bars and damn that sucker, John, for not showing up. If I hadn’t met Felicity, I wouldn’t have had all those drinks before half-two. I would have been able to answer John’s call ten minutes ago and I would have heard it from the horse’s mouth why he stood up our meeting at three o’clock. But no, I was too intoxicated to answer and his voicemail was pointless, undeserving of a call back. I’d text him in the morning but right now I really wanted to text someone else.
Declan: Do you really want the £17.50 back?
I might have been a bit straightforward but why would a billionaire’s daughter worry about £35 for that drink she bought me? I waited. Half an hour. I got nothing. Maybe she didn’t know it was me?
Declan: For half of the drink you bought me. It’s Declan Waters. Happy to send it to you. Send your BACS details.
I waited a further hour but she still didn’t reply. Maybe she was busy. Although I wouldn’t bet on it. If she really worked at a school, then what the hell would she be doing for two hours that she couldn’t reply to a single text on a Tuesday night?
Declan: Spoilt.
So, maybe I was being a dick. But damn she got to me.