Chapter 7
1366 Words
Ch 7
April Telford
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I stare at myself in the mirror, my cheekbones looks sharp as I have applied the highlight, to get a blush kind of look I dab some blush onto my skin keeping it natural but glam.
I'm not an expert when it comes to my makeup ,but I do make it fun..
Highlighter, blush and contour are my favorite.
Oh yeah, the mascara too.
I adjust the thin straps over my shoulder as I check the time.
It is almost nine.
And I already saw two messages from Ian
Stating he was on the way…
Probably I should take my car because I wanted to avoid inviting Ian in when he brings me back home.
Before I could have suggested that Abel Hated the idea of me bringing guys home, which he did…
That was my go-to solution when I wanted to just leave and not turn back on my dates.
Abel was a typical controlling brother.
He was okay with Edwin, but with terms and conditions attached to him being okay.
He was protective too, I mean I understood why because I felt the same way about him.
It was just us, and we had to make sure the other one is taken care off…
That bring backs the memories of Abel, leaving my eyes moistened.
But I hear my phone ring and Ian is down waiting for me.
Grabbing my wallet, I adjusted my perfect body-con dress, I wasn't that tall…
I was just five feet four.
So, my long heels enhanced my height and I loved wearing heels, it made me feel powerful.
Like my whole attitude would change when I slipped into them.
And not to forget the push, it gave to my ass.
I brushed my hair once again, I had long hair that almost touched my waist line.
And it was naturally wavy, similar to the way I preferred…
I had my mamma's feature.
Taking one last glance at my blue strap dress and pink heels, I left
As expected, Ian was down..
Waiting for me.
He was wearing a pair of black trousers with a high neck t-shirt.
He was a lean figure, tall and lean.
Smooth features.
Cute smile and kind eyes..
He was probably the guy Abel would have approved ,after giving him a hard time.
But Ian would have been the good and right choice for his sister..
“Hey”
I waved at him, as I stepped out.
He gasped looking at me and quickly darted his eyes away.
I grinned.
I loved these reactions.. I got.
It made me feel like I was in control. I may have no where a perfect body, but I was confident in my skin.
I mean, I do yoga religiously..
And I say I diet, but donuts, pizza shouldn't count.
“Let's go.
I'm starving” I nudged his shoulders, when he gave me a smile.
“Yes.
Huh, I mean.
April you look beautiful”
He leaned over to my side and kissed my cheek…
I had the urge to rub the spot he just kissed.
But I waited until he opened the door for me.
Helping me get in, and he walked over to the driver's seat, like a gentleman.
I used the back of my wrist to wipe my cheek…
Eww.
I wasn't a very touchy person.
Maybe it was Me, who had the fault in relationship.
The drive to the club is short, Taylor Swift music playing out loud.
All too well…
When Ian pulled over, I noticed the familiar board,
I had been to this Italian club before.
It was nothing fancy or exciting.
But it was okay.
Nice music and food..
I didn't object, it was just a dinner.
So..
Ian held my hand, as we walked through the crowd.
Our table was outside, as expected, by the pool.
Ian got us drinks, he had a fake ID.
We had to be over twenty-one as per the law..
At least I was thankful for the drinks, and the good thing was I wasn't driving, so I encouraged him to get more.
He probably thought I was depressed that I needed alcohol.
But the truth was, I just wanted to feel something at all.
Past few days have been numb
Ian speaks about his football and occasionally asked if I was feeling cold.
Like, was my dress too revealing?
Maybe.
Was I feeling cold?
Absolutely.
But no way I would hold his hands, again as we sat opposite to each other which was better than having our shoulders collided next to each other.
The first few minutes we were quiet, and it was slightly awkward.
However once I had a glass of vodka mixed drink, I eased in..
He wasn't that bad.
Yet he reminded me too much of Edwin.
In between the conversation, I yawned.
My eyes burned,
I was bored and guilty, for myself.
For putting myself in this situation.
But maybe I wasn't thinking right.
Ian was hot, Sierra reminded how our class girls wanted to go out with him.
However I felt like the night was already long
So I resonated saying I didn't get much sleep.
Ian nodded, mentioning that he understood.
And that he wanted to be my side in this tough time.
For which I fell to silence, having no reply.
He paid for the dinner, I would have offered, but I didn't have the energy to have the conversation of 'how it was okay let me get the bill'
Ian came from a good background too..
His parents were rich, and he had a nice car, so I'm sure he could afford it.
When we existed the club, I beat Ian and climbed the passenger seat, myself not giving him the chance to get the door.
I didn't like the idea of opening the door for me.
I was too independent for that.
He didn't argue, but laughed out.
And again there was silence, but music covered us.
He pulled over the car in the driveway…
“Huh, I had a great time tonight”
I grabbed the door, ready to exit and probably disappear.
“Me too.
Maybe we should do this often.
Huh, what are you doing tomorrow?”
He leaned in, as he slid his hand down my bare arm.
I sighed, his hand was cold.
But I didn't let him hold an effect on me.
God, when will I have butterflies or those s**t people say?
When you want to be touched?
But now, i had the urge to push his hand away.
“I have too much pending work.
Actually, two project papers to submit”
I murmured as I rubbed my wrist.
“You need any help?
I'm free tomorrow”
He smiled, as he squeezed my hand
And I nodded
“I'll call you, okay?
I'm tired”
I opened the door, getting down..
But he hoped out too, as he came over to me
“If you need anything, promise to call me.
Okay?”
He asked, cupping my face.
I thought he would kiss me
Maybe the kiss could change the way I saw Ian.
However he didn't.
When I nodded, he pulled me into a hug.
And I patted on his back before pulling myself away.
“Bye Ian”
I waved as I walked to the door.
And quickly typed in the code.
So, quickly that I just wanted to get inside and lock myself.
Perhaps Ian wasn't the right guy.
But I didn't know what type I preferred.
Either they were too nice or jerks that I didn't want them around me.
When the door opened, I slid in quickly
Shutting the door behind me, I rested against the door
Taking a deep breath.
My heart was racing.
Did I think Ian would follow me?
Oh
He was too good for that
But I felt anxious as my knees felt the weakness.
.
.
“So, is he your boyfriend?”
A sudden voice startled me
And I screamed out of horror…
.
.
His gray eyes stared into mine.
My new husband
Theodore Brown
- Writer
