by V, Krissy
As I strip off my bottoms I look in the mirror, god I look rough. I rub my face to wake myself up – I can feel the roughness of my beard and know that I need to have a shave. I step into the hot shower, it feels good to have the heat and steam falling down over me as I wash tha nightclub feeling off. It’s as I am rubbing the soap over my body that I remember her, the redheaded angel. I lean my head against the cold shower wall, god she was beautiful. As I think about her I feel my cock coming to life, she was amazing and I hope to god she is ok. The more I think about her, the harder I get. I close my eyes and let the water cascade down over me.
I rub my hard cock and with every stroke I remember every detail of her:- her beautiful red hair, her full lips, her blush and her looking at my lips. I can feel my breath getting heavier and faster. I continue to think about her and the dress she was wearing was so sexy, the feel of her hand and the electricity shooting through me as I took it. I can imagine her delicate hand wrapped around my cock and as I imagine kissing her I can’t hold on any longer, I pump my cock until I have spilled everything I have to give. I lean back against the wall while I catch my breath. I hope she is ok, but I also know that I can’t contact her to find out.
I turn the shower off and get out, I dry off and then go back into the bedroom and throw on some shorts and a t-shirt. As I am getting dressed I think about her and that she is obviously in a relationship and even though it doesn’t look like a healthy relationship, she obviously doesn’t need me complicating things.
When I get downstairs Dillon is sitting there rubbing his head. I laugh “looks like I wasn’t the only one with a hangover this morning. You didn’t even make it home mate.”
“I know. Your place is just so much closer to the nightlife, I’m going to head off now in a while, I just need this headache to disappear first. Did you sleep alright then?” he asks me.
“Yeah I suppose I did, although I think I was more comatose than sleeping. God we must have had a lot to drink last night.”
Dillon laughs “yeah we sure did. At least we both came home alone, I don’t think I could have coped with trying to be nice to someone this morning.”
I laugh at him because I know how he feels. “I am going to the gym, do you want to come with me?”
“No way mate, you can go on your own” he laughs. “I’m going home to go back to bed. Did you decide if you are going to ring the redheaded angel? Or did you decide to leave it alone?”
“I decided that I won’t ring her, she seems to be having enough trouble without me sticking my nose in. It’s a shame though Dillon, I felt a real connection with her. I’ve never felt that with anyone else.”
“I know, I’ve never seen you react to a woman like that before. Now that’s enough smushy stuff, I am going to go home and relax for the rest of the day. I have interviews this week and you kow how I hate them.” He stands up and then quickly sits down again. “Actually, I’m going to relax here for a bit and then I’ll let myself out.”
I laugh at him because he doesn’t do hangovers very well. I take a glass of orange juice, drink it down and then leave the apartment. The gym is in the same building so I don’t have to get changed or go very far.
I spend the next two hours or so pounding the treadmill, hitting the weights and the rowing machine. It gives me time to think, but all I can think about is her face and how sad she was leaving the club. I shake my head, I need to get her out of my head, it’s not right that I am thinking about her when she isn’t even mine, nor ever will be.
After the gym I go back to the apartment and make some lunch and then I sit on my balcony just looking out at the view and thinking about the week ahead. I know Dillon has some interviews this week for the Administration Managers job, we had a couple of really good candidates who met with Debbie, the HR Manager, last week and she has recommended them for the next stage. When Dillon has seen them he will recommend one to meet with me for the final stage. To be honest when Dillon recommends someone they are usually the right person for the job and I trust his opinion, I just like to meet them before they join us.
I think about Dillon, we have known each other for what feels like forever. We went to school together, University together and then set up business together. It isn’t often that we don’t agree on something, sometimes we have a bet to see who can win a customer. When we bet we have been known to up the stakes, that’s how I got him to pierce his nipple. I laugh just thinking about it, I already had a customer lined up when I made the bet and when he found out he wasn’t impressed. I remember him going and having the piercing, I went with him of course; I needed to make sure he went through with it.
He’s lucky I went easy on him, I had intended to bet on another part of the anatomy but I thought about it and just in case I lost, I thought the nipple would be easier.
Chapter 3
MONDAY WAS A TOUGH day at work, we were really busy as I am trying to pin down a customer who really needs some good marketing. I am having another meeting with them this morning and my head is foggy from researching their company until late last night.
I am running late and if there is one thing I hate it’s being late. I say goodbye to receptionist and then turn to walk out of the door to my waiting car. As I turn I see her. She’s here in Blue Eye. What are the chances that she has found me? I can’t believe it. I smile and start to walk towards her and then I realise that she doesn’t recognise me. So I stop and just stand there looking at her. She looks at me and I can see that she finds me attractive, that’s a good start. I’m disappointed though that she doesn’t recognise me. She is breathtaking! So much more attractive out of the Club environment.
I smile at her and she smiles back. I walk slowly past her, never once breaking eye contact until I reach the door, then I smile again and walk out to the waiting car. As I open the door, I turn and see that she has turned to watch me, I smile and nod my head and then I get in the car and it drives off. It is so much easier to have a car waiting for me to take me across the City rather than driving and parking.
I can’t help myself, I have to hear her voice, so I ring the number she gave me. I look in my phone and find it under “Redhaired Angel”. I smile thinking that she is sitting in my reception taking my phone call. It rings for a few seconds and then she answers “Hello Tasha speaking.”
"Hi my name is Caleb, you gave me your number on Saturday night." She pauses for a moment.
"I’m sorry Saturday night was a difficult night for me, can you elaborate? I don't remember giving anyone my number.” She really doesn’t remember me, I feel like I’ve been hit in the stomach with a sledge hammer.
"It’s a shame that you don't remember me, I certainly remember you.” I pause, she doesn’t say anything. I smile thinking about the cogs turning in her mind.
"Oh my god, yes I remember now. I'm so embarrassed. Just let me know how much it is for the dry cleaning and I’ll pay for it."
I decide that I do want to see her again, more than I have ever wanted anything. "It's ok it's all been dry cleaned already. I think that maybe you should take me for a cup of coffee as payment instead."
She starts stuttering "Erm, well, erm, I could do that but erm I'm married you see."
I laugh even though I am disappointed. "Ok I didn't ask for a marital status! I only want a coffee nothing else, honest. You owe me at least that."
"Ok, ok. This week is a bit difficult for me, I'm off work as I had a bit of an accident so I can’t drive or walk far. However, I should be able to have a coffee next week, providing I'm back at work."
My heart starts racing, she’s hurt and she’s still sitting in my reception area. I feel really protective of her and I just want to turn around and go back to Blue Eye and hold her and help to take the hurt away.
"Are you OK? What happened? Were you badly hurt? God I wish I'd phoned before now! I hope you are ok."
"I'm fine just a couple of broken ribs, but I'm recovering well thank you.” She sounds ok even though she does s
ound a little sad.
"I’ll wait for coffee until you're ready.” I pause to think about what I am going to say next. I don’t want this to be the end. “I’d like to call you to see if you are getting better if that’s ok? I know that might seem strange to you, but I hate to think I caused you any problems on Saturday night. I saw how you left the club!” I know that bastard hurt her, I can feel it in the whole of my body.
"I don't know if that is a good thing Caleb, but I will arrange to meet you for a coffee next week, hopefully. I never renege on a deal and I offered to pay for your dry cleaning so I’ll do that." She has just given me hope. She doesn’t realise it, but she has made my day.
“OK Tasha, I’ll ring you later in the week and we can make arrangements then. I’ve got to go into a meeting now, but I just wanted to tell you that you look beautiful today.” I hang up smiling. I can just picture her looking around her to see who is looking at her, who I might be.
I sit back in the car and when I think about her and her accident I know he hurt her and all I want to do is to track him down and hurt him back, but I know I can’t do that. She would never talk to me again and I’m sure it would make everything a lot worse and I don’t want to do that.
She has to be at Blue Eye for the Administration Manager’s role so I ring Dillon and luckily she hasn’t gone through to him yet.
“Dillon, your next candidate is the woman from Saturday night, you know the red head.”
“You’re kidding me Caleb, how did that happen? I thought you didn’t contact her.”
“I didn’t Dillon. It’s just fate intervening again.”
He laughs. “Whatever Caleb, whatever.” He thinks I am mad believing in fate but it makes so much sense to me.
“Listen I was talking to her and she has had an accident over the weekend, she can’t drive or anything so just keep an eye on her and make sure she is ok. Let me know straight away how she is when she has gone.” I hear him laughing. “I’m serious Dillon, I need to know immediately.”
“OK I’ll let you know, don’t worry big man I’ll take it easy on her.” I can hear him laughing and I can hear Debbie in the background, she must be in there with them already. Dillon hangs up and I can’t hear them any longer.
I go to my meeting, but I can’t concentrate on anything. I’ve been focussed on this contract for so long now, it really is a significant business for our Company. Right now I just want to know how Tasha is. I think about her name and how it rolls off my tongue so easily, Tasha, Tasha. I like it – a lot.
As soon as the meeting is over I see I have a message from Dillon, I play it on my way out of the building and as I climb into the back of the car that is waiting for me.
“Caleb, she is fantastic, exactly what we are looking for. She showed great strength of character and she didn’t recognise me. As she was leaving though she was in a lot of pain and then told me that she had broken a couple of ribs on Saturday night and that she had spent most of Sunday in hospital. Caleb she was in agony.”
I can feel the anger growing inside me, I need to go to the gym and hit something. “Dillon, I can’t stay away from her, I just want to help her. I know I shouldn’t get involved, but I can’t help myself.”
“You need to stay away, she is married, that is bad news and nothing good will come out of it. Please Caleb. You saw the way her husband was pulling her out of Jesters, you don’t want to make things worse for her.”
“I don’t know if I can stay away.” I hang up, there is no point in pursuing this conversation because I am not prepared to listen to him any longer.
As we pull up outside Blue Eye, I see her slipping down the wall, crying. All I want to do is to run out of the car, pick her up and cradle her in my arms. I watch her for another moment and I see a guy going over to her and doing just that. I feel jealous that he has that type of relationship with her and I don’t. I recognise him as the guy who was dancing with her friend. I relax slightly, he will look after her. I know he tried to stop her husband from leaving Jesters in that bad mood.
My car drives past her and pulls up outside the building. I get out of the car not looking in her direction because I don’t want to see her when she is so upset and I can’t console her.
When I get up to my office, there are urgent messages for me to ring customers so I ring them back, but all the time I am thinking about Tasha and wondering how she is feeling.
I don’t hesitate as I pick up the phone and ring her. It takes her a while to answer the phone and when she does I don’t even give her time to say hello. “Tasha are you ok?” I ask. “I heard…. I had a feeling you were in pain, is everything ok? I know you don’t know me but after you told me about your accident I was worried about you.” I had to correct myself because I didn’t want her to know she had been at an interview at my company.
“I’m fine, I had a bad morning but you don’t need to concern yourself Caleb, honestly! I’ll ring you next week so I can take you for coffee, ok.” She hangs up on me.
I didn’t really think about the consequences of me ringing her, how stupid am I? What if he is there with her? He might hurt her again. I couldn’t live with myself knowing that he hurt her because of me.
I feel really guilty now and know that I just have to wait and bide my time, not knowing what is going on in her life. I hate not being in control of her situation, I like to have control because it means that everything is ok. It would mean that she is safe, if I have control.
I finish work around seven o’clock and then I go to the gym on the way home. I still feel like punching someone and kick the shit out of the punching bag instead. When I get home I don’t feel any better. I have a shower and then I pick up my phone and text her, I need to know if she is ok.
“I’m sorry to text so late but I wanted to make sure you were OK! I saw you this morning outside Blue Eye, I saw you sliding down the wall. You looked very upset”
I don’t get a reply straight away and I start pacing, I won’t sleep until I hear from her.
“Caleb, thank you for being concerned about me, I really appreciate it. I had a really bad morning and I hurt my ribs. Then all my emotions caught up with me.”
“I feel like I need to look after you and I don’t know why? This feels really strange Tasha, it’s like fate intervened on Saturday night and introduced us. You fell into my life like an Angel coming to rescue me, I feel like I need to have you in my life, I can’t explain it any better than that.”
I hope I don’t push her away with my frankness, but she needs to know how I feel. I don’t care at this stage that she is in a relationship.
“Caleb, I don’t even know anything about you and I’m not sure I should. As for fate, I wish I hadn’t tripped and spilled my drink on you, because I wouldn’t be in so much pain now.”
“Did you hurt yourself when you fell into my life? I thought you had an accident?”
“No, I hurt myself later, but if I hadn’t tripped and talked to you, I wouldn’t have argued with Felix, my husband, and I wouldn’t have fallen down the stairs.”
“I can see why you wished you hadn’t met me, but let me tell you fate had it planned anyway and we will meet again, soon, very soon Tasha.”
“What do you mean?”
“You’ll see when the day comes, now go to sleep my beautiful Angel. Sweet dreams, I’ll wait for coffee.”
“Night Caleb.”
I don’t feel any better for having read her messages, she had a fight with her husband because of me and she fell down the stairs. I realise that she could have died, that would have been my fault. I go to bed feeling like a real arse, a bastard.
Chapter 4
I WAKE UP WITH a headache, I didn’t get much sleep. I thought about Tasha and her situation for most of the night. He doesn’t deserve to be married to her, but he is married to her and I shouldn’t be getting involved with her. I feel a need to know who she is and I have the perfect platform for that seeing as Dillon thinks she is the right per
son for the job at Blue Eye. I decide that I shouldn’t pursue her but just be there for her incase she needs someone to talk to.
I am at work when I get a text message from Tasha.
“Morning Caleb, I feel like I can talk to you when I can’t talk to anyone else. Can I ask you a question?”
“Morning Tasha. You just made me very happy by saying that to me. You can ask anything. Fire away!”
“Are you or have you ever been married?”
“No I'm not and no I never have. Why?”
“I wanted to know if you thought it was right for a man to get married and then totally change almost overnight. Is this normal?”
“I don't know Tasha, but I know I wouldn't change who I am for a woman, you either love me or you don't. Be more specific and I'll see if I can help you”
“I just wondered if a man thought that when he got married he could have sex with her anytime, anywhere, with or without consent.”
Is she trying to tell me that he raped her? I stand up and pace around my office, I thump the wall and take a few deep breaths, then when I sit down I have another message.
“Caleb, I'm sorry just forget I asked.”
“Sorry Tasha I was just trying to understand your question. Are you telling me what I think you're telling me?
“I’m sorry I shouldn’t have said anything Caleb, just ignore what I said. I have to go now my Mum is waiting for me.”
“Trying to change the subject Tasha? Ok just remember I’m here if you need someone to talk to. I’ll always be available for you.”
“Thanks Caleb, I don’t know why I feel I can talk to you about this, but maybe it’s because you are a stranger to me.”
