Chapter 26
The look on my mom's face when I arrived home yesterday in wet clothes was priceless. At first she was shocked that maybe Sabrina had done something to me but then smiled when her eyes landed on Scott who was wet as well and she just laughed at us.
Yesterday was quite a lovely day at the beach with Scott. He's such a great friend.
Thoughts of us playing around in the water cross my mind as I put on some makeup. It's almost seven o'clock and Blake is coming to pick me up. I called him in the morning and told him that I was home alone for today since my parents would be going on a date tonight. So, I might as well step out.
With my new boyfriend ofcourse.
A dash of lipstick and a spritz of perfume here and a little bit of foundation and concealer there and voila! My face looks fabulous and I smell like a bunch of roses.
I look glamorous.
The dress I choose to wear is a plain, off shoulder, black dress, not too long, not too short. Just above my knees and six inch red bottoms that I got myself on Christmas. My earrings are shiny studs and one can't miss out on them and the necklace I am wearing is lying perfectly on my pushed up boobs.
Yes I am wearing a push-up bra.
'It's about to be a fancy night.'
I tell myself as I pick up my clutch bag and take one last look at myself in the mirror.
"Hot damn!" I say, winking and blowing a kiss at my reflection in the mirror.
The door bell rings and I panick at first, so I rush downstairs to open the door.
"Whoah! What's this all about?"
It's Roxy, she points at me from head to toe as she speaks.
"Where are you going?" she cocks an eyebrow while holding on to her cherry flavoured lollipop.
"On a date," I reply confidently. "With you-know-who."
"Scott?" her eyes are wide open.
"No, dummy. Blake, he should be here in a sec. Why are you here? Why did you even ring the bell? We're used to you barging in without any warning," I tease.
"Ah! Stop saying that. I don't have a reason really, I was just passing by and missed your mom's chicken."
We both laugh at what she just said. Roxy loves chicken, especially my mom's well marinated chicken. I have never seen anyone love chicken as much as Roxy does.
"I guess there's some in the fridge. Mom and dad are out, so just help yourself," I instruct her.
"Alrightie then!" she walks past me and heads to the kitchen, "Have fun on your date. I'm gonna enjoy some me time, with some good chicken and a good movie," she yells from the kitchen.
"Okay. You can sleep over then, coz I'll be back later," I yell and she yells back, "Naah, I'll head back to the hostels later."
I shake my head and close the door behind me.
As I wait for Blake, I keep staring at my injured arm, I took off the bandages yesterday, thank God, the scar is not too big. At that moment I realize I've left my bracelet in my room, the one Scott gave to me, so I turn back on my heels and before I open the door, I hear a car pull up behind me. So I turn around.
A sleek, blue Mazda Miata is right in front of my house and I blink twice as the window rolls down. I am trying so hard not to open my mouth wide open in surprise.
Just how many cars does Blake have?
I swallow dryly and wave at him.
"Hey babe," he says, opening the door and stepping out. He's in a sky blue dress shirt and black pants. He looks really classy.
If I were a servant, I'd be running to kiss his feet because the man in front of me looks like a snack. I can eat him whole.
My thoughts are interrupted when he gets a few inches closer.
Without any warning, he kisses me on my lips so gently that my legs become weak, forcing me to hold on to him. Once he pulls back he looks at me and asks, "Ready to go?"
And I nod. Immediately he holds my hand and opens the door to his car, then in, I go. This time round, no music is playing but a few minutes on the highway, he plays some really good soft music that I enjoy.
My impatience wants me to ask where he's taking me but I purse my lips so as not to speak. In about twenty minutes, we arrive at a five star hotel that I've only been seeing in magazines my entire life.
At the top of the tall building is the name ROSEWOOD RESTAURANT surrounded by tiny beautiful lights. The number of cars parked outside is huge and I swallow dry.
I don't like being around many people.
Blake opens my door, stretches out his hand and I place my palm on his, gently, stepping out of the car like a queen. One foot after the other.
I see that in movies alot. So I pretend like I've done this alot of times. With my head held high, I hold on to his upper arm like I've seen celebrities do on TV. My arm around his elbow.
As we walk in, at the entrance the receptionist welcomes us.
"Good evening and welcome." he nods towards us.
"A table for two under the name Blake Dawson," Blake speaks with a lot of confidence.
The man checks on his tablet and nods.
"That'll be table twenty three, sir. Welcome and enjoy yourselves."
We manage to locate our table, and Blake pulls a chair for me to sit on.
"Allow me," he says with a smile, his eyes twinkiling.
I sit down and in a second, a waiter joins us asking for our orders after handing us the menus.
"Some steak for me will do, what about you babe?" Blake asks.
The menu looks too good. I am spoilt for choice and I know the waiter is staring at me impatiently.
"Oh, I think I'll have some chicken parmigiana, please," I reply to the waiter, closing the menu and handing it back to him like Blake did earlier.
"That would definitely go well with a bottle of red wine, get me the finest brand you have," Blake tells the waiter and waves him off.
I huff when he's not looking at me, because I am too nervous to even speak, or move. Placing my hands on the table, pretending to be very comfortable, I notice Blake is now staring at me.
"You look stunning, babe," he says softly.
"Thank you." I smile shyly, trying to blink seductively and he stretches his hand and holds one of mine in the middle of the table.
"I am glad you're mine now, and no one will have you. Only me."
God! Those words make my throat go dry in a split second, my heart is pounding like a noisy steam train and I smile back nervously.
As if the waiter notices my nervous self, he pops up right on cue with our meals and we thank him.
Mine looks so delicious that I wish I wasn't in a fancy hotel, otherwise I'd be acting like a Tasmanian devil, tearing this meal apart in an unlady-like manner. No kidding.
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