Chapter 3

Chapter 3

A Chapter by Andrea Grey

I couldn't move, mostly because I was frozen like a popsicle on this bench and also because I was too sad to move. When John wanted to make an exit he sure did know, how that's for sure.

I felt alone now with out him, and I truly was. He was my only friend here. We both grew up in small towns an hour away from Boston, We came here to start our life together when all of that went to ruins, we both decided to stay to ashamed to go back home, and I sure as hell wasn't about to go shack up in my mother's house again.

Before I got some kind of frost bite I got up, and began my trek back home to my lonely apartment. The heels though beautiful were not meant for this weather.

As far as embarrassing moments go, they always tend to happen in front of someone, like when you go buy condoms at the store and you accidentally run into your priest, or an old neighbor, they don't judge you, but you know what they're thinking.

Well my embarrassing moment came in the shape of four inch heels and a very slippery side walk.

I walked away from the bench the bench in which a few minutes prior I sat on my best friend's lap and said our good byes. I walked away from the past and as John said a fresh start. I was lost in my own thoughts not looking at what was around me like I usually did, I just walked looking forward toward that fresh start when I slipped and fell right on my a*s.

Typical me really, because today couldn't go any worse. I let out a small yelp, and just sat there wallowing in my bad luck. What I hadn't noticed while I sat there on my a*s on the freezing ground was that this beautiful specimen of a man stood in front of me with concern on his face. He extended his hand out for me take, to help me to my feet.

“Are you alright?” the stranger asked alarmed, His voice sounded like sex, like the sex I hadn't had in a long time. I wondered how much of my little show he actually got. I took his hand, and he helped me to my feet. He was taller than me, but then again who wasn't. I assumed he was at least six feet tall. I stole a glance at his face from behind my lashes. He was beautiful. This stranger was beyond beautiful. He had a face even Adonis would envy. Thick brown hair that begged to be touched, beautiful green eyes framed by thick dark lashes every girl would be jealous of including me. And lip oh those juicy pink lips! That just needed to be kissed, in different circumstances I would of done it, I would of kissed him.

He was patiently waiting for an answer to his question. What was his question again? Something about being alright I think?

“Yea I'm fine thanks,” I wiped my hands on my butt, hoping, praying that it wasn't wet from the ice. I sent a silent prayer up to god, thankfully he was half listening.

He looked me over, if I didn't know any better I 'd think he was checking me out. I hope he was anyway because I certainly was. He wore what I could only assume was an expensive suit, probably Armani, but what did I know about expensive anything? He had diamond cuff links that I'm sure could of payed a year of my rent. But this stranger was one of the cases where the man wore the suit the suit did not wear the man. He had this no non-sense air about him an attitude many business men I met had. But it fit him, I probably wouldn't have found him as attractive if he didn't have that air confidence about him.

“Bennett Klein.” he said extending his hand out to me again for me to shake. His hand perfectly enveloped mine. We locked eyes in that moment and I saw myself reflected in his green eyes. Quite frankly I looked pathetic.

“Beatrice Vaughn, but you can call me Bee.” I responded.

"Nice to meet you Beatrice.” he smiled refusing to call me by my nickname. No one ever calls me Beatrice, thank god, because I hate my name. He looked at his watch and then laid his eyes on me.

“I have to to go, but I just wanted to tell you, when you're done playing around with boys come find me, a real man.” he handed me his card and with that he walked away. Leaving me there speechless. The flush that crept up my skin had me pretty warm. I looked at his card. Bennett Klein it read, Owner and CEO of Klein Industries, it had his company number, cell phone number, and e-mail address written on it as well. Would I be courageous enough to ever call this mysterious Bennett Klein?



© 2013 Andrea Grey


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