“Well, I’m beginning to think that I don’t like you either,” he said. He was smiling now.
“What’s your problem?” I crossed my arms in front of me.
He backed away, looking smug and frisky. His dark eyes bore into mine, and I felt my heart hammering in my chest. I wiped my sweaty hands on my pants. Why was I sweating? And why did Alec make me feel… like this?
“I think you know.”
“Spell it out for me,” I said, playing along. Two could play this game.
“Why are you staying, anyways?” He swayed a little bit, falling into me slightly. “What does this place have to offer you? I guess I just don’t trust you.”
“You don’t know anything about me,” I hissed. He was just trying to get a rise out of me. He was pushing my buttons.
“Thank God for that,” he whispered, coming in so close I thought he might kiss me. His eyes were annoyed and unsmiling, but his ragged breathing suggested otherwise.
I grabbed my clutch, straightened my dress and jacket, and ran my fingers through my hair. Just then, I heard a knock at my door. I glanced behind me and quickly threw some pillows on to the couch in case he saw into my apartment. I slowly walked to the door to open it.
I threw open the door and Charlie stood there, tall and, frankly, extremely good-looking. My heart sank a little bit because, as I looked him over for a second, I realized Amara was right. He was just my type. He had light brown hair and piercing, blue eyes. His face was extremely chiseled, and I could see the bulge of biceps through his tight, black turtleneck sweater. He wore distressed designer jeans, and brown dress boots. He was carrying a bouquet of roses.
“Charlotte? I’m Charlie,” he reached out and shook my hand lightly. He had soft, warm hands.
“Hi, nice to meet you,” I said, swinging my hair from one side to the other casually. “Thank you for the flowers,” I added, gesturing to the red roses. I hated red roses, but I couldn’t fault him for that. He didn’t know. “Let me just stick them in some water really quick,” I continued, walking back into my apartment.
I quickly grabbed a vase, filled it with water, and set the flowers in it. I’d deal with the rest later. Charlie was still standing in the doorway when I returned. I instantly regretted not tidying up. I could see his eyes sweep across the entire apartment; it wasn’t very big, and it was all one room, except for the kitchen and bathroom. I’d left a pile of clothes at the foot of my bed, and there were a couple of old food bowls on the coffee table. My bed was unmade. I silently vowed to tidy up before the next date—if there was a next date.
“Sorry about the mess,” I apologized, before closing the door behind me.
“Please. You should see my place,” he said casually, grinning from ear to ear. My heart melted a tiny bit as he smiled, and he placed a hand on my lower back as we climbed down the stairs of my apartment building. I tried not to fall on my face.
“So, you’re an actor,” I stated, rather than asking.
“Yep. And you’re working for Sam, right?”
“Temporarily. I'm in PR, but it has been a bit of a struggle finding a good PR job that doesn’t feel like you’re selling your soul to the devil, you know?”
“I get it. I just did a McDonald’s commercial with cartoon dancing chickens.”
I stifled a laugh as we walked over to his small sports car.
“I do hope to be able to see that commercial one day,” I said playfully.
“Never.” He smiled ruefully and patted my thigh as we drove away.
“So… we’re both in the divorce club, eh?” I didn’t know how to bring it up without asking outright.
“Looks like it. Who would’ve thought?”
“Not me. But it’s for the better. No hard feelings.”
“Same. She just wasn’t the one.”
“Yeah.”
The one. It was such a weird concept to me, and yet it made perfect sense. For so many years, I thought Harry was the one. I’d invested myself in a future with Harry, and it had all gone to shit so quickly. For a second, I had thought Alec might’ve been the one, but how could he have been? How could it possibly have worked out? If Alec and I were meant to be together, he would be here, with me, or I would be there, with him; neither of which were going to happen any time soon.
Charlie and I sat in silence for a while as he got onto the freeway and drove towards downtown. He was taking me to Bottega Louie, one of my favorite restaurants in Los Angeles. Their macarons were to die for, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t go just for the dessert. He pushed a button and all of a sudden, Bing Crosby Christmas came on. I loved this album. I sat there silently swaying as Charlie looked over at me.
“Amara said you were pretty, but—excuse my language—damn. You’re smoking hot.”
I blushed and smiled back.
“You’re not so bad yourself.”
“That dress…” he sucked in some air quickly, and moved his eyes back to the road.
“Thanks. It’s not too slutty, is it?” I was asking more as a friend. I wasn’t trying to be cute. But he wasn’t going the friend route.
“I like slutty.”
I stayed silent. Things had been going so well. I liked him. But then he had to go and say that. Also, it made me uncomfortable that he was scanning my body up and down as he drove. Get ahold of yourself, Charlie. Ugh.
“So… how do you know Amara?” I had to change the subject somehow. His eyes were still wandering. I crossed my arms tightly against my body.
“She didn’t tell you?”
“No,” I lied. I knew they had met on set.
“We met on set.”
“Oh.”
This date was turning into a disaster.
Another couple of minutes passed silently before Charlie got off the freeway, exiting a little too fast for comfort. I gripped the seat as he turned sharply towards a parking structure across the street from the restaurant.
“Sorry. I like to go fast… in all aspects of my life,” he grinned devilishly.
Did Amara know what a tool Charlie was? She’d described him as nice. He was really nice… for the first ten minutes. Perhaps he was nervous. That would be an acceptable explanation. I just smiled and looked ahead, not making eye contact with Charlie, even though I could feel his eyes all over me. He parked quickly and I waited for a second to see if he would open my door. He didn’t.
I slowly got out, adjusting my dress. I now regretted wearing such a tight dress. I could still feel Charlie’s eyes on me as we walked up the stairs to the street. If it had been Alec looking at me that way, I would’ve melted clear into a puddle of goo on the sidewalk. With Charlie, it felt invasive and rude. I wondered what the difference was. Charlie was just as good looking as Alec. And Alec had certainly been a jerk when I first met him.
He leaned down close to me, whispering in my ear.
“As a gentleman, I ought to let you know that your shirt was see-through today.”
“What?” I felt my cheeks flush. I had shivers all over my body, either from knowing what he'd seen, or his warm breath in my ear.
“I could see your…”
“Yeah. Got it.” I crossed my arms in front of my chest instinctively. I didn’t know what else to say. He’d basically admitted to seeing my nipples through my shirt. And I wasn’t sure how it made me feel. My body was deceiving me. I could feel my heart start to speed up.
He pulled away, grinning at me. My heart stopped. His grin was adorable and sexy. That was a grin that could get me into a lot of trouble.
“It could be worse.”
“Oh yeah? How’s that?” I was looking at him with daggers in my eyes.
“You’re easy to look at,” he said, shrugging his shoulders.
“Umm…” I said, rather eloquently. “I don’t think that’s very gentlemanly of you to say,” I muttered. What was wrong with me?
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“Did you enjoy it?” I looked at him defiantly.
“I can’t tell you that. It wouldn’t be very gentlemanly of me,” he whispered, coming in closer. So close, that I could smell the soap he’d used to shower. And I liked it. My breath caught in my throat. He turned serious, looking at me hypnotically. “But if you must know the honest truth, then yes.”
“You’re an ass,” I said, pulling away.
“Hey, you asked me,” he said, laughing as he walked away.
Charlie and I made small talk as we crossed the street and as we waited for a table. I heard all about his ex-wife, the children she had wanted but he hadn't, and the alimony payments he would never have to make.
“Thank God,” he exclaimed, pumping his fists in victory. “I sure dodged a bullet.”
“Will you excuse me? I have to use the restroom.”
Before he could respond, I walked quickly towards the bathroom, fuming. Amara would not have set me up with such a jerk if she’d known. I ducked into the smallest stall, pulled the toilet seat down, and sat to call Amara. She picked up on the first ring.
“Aren’t you supposed to be out with Charlie?”
“He’s awful,” I hissed, making sure to stay as quiet as possible.
“What? Oh no! He seemed so nice! Char, I’m so sorry. You never know with actors. I assumed that since he was married before he might actually be a nice one. It’s either/or with actors. I guess there’s a reason he’s divorced.”
“Mar, how do I get out of this? There’s no way I can stand him for another two hours,” I moaned.
“Feign illness?”
“Too cliché.”
“Be honest?”
“No. He’s the kind of guy that would go off on me and embarrass me in front of the entire restaurant.”
“Ummmm…”
I sat on the phone in silence.
“Whatever. This is what I get anyways. Maybe it’ll help me get over Alec.”
“Yeah. Well, call me any time. I’m just home alone, waiting for Sam to get here. Text me some gold,” she requested. I promised to send her all of his terrible one-liners.
“He said he liked slutty,” I explained, right before we hung up.
“Ugh. Terrible.”
We hung up and I braced myself.
Here goes nothing.
***
I sat through most of dinner with the same fake, plastered-on smile, pretending to laugh at the outrageous things he was saying. I’d hoped tonight would go well, if for no other reason than to have a buffer between Alec and I. But sadly, this guy was just a jerk. We briefly talked about work, dating, and the single life, skimming the surface on all subjects. I was quiet, but playing it smooth, trying to get myself out as quickly as possible. Maybe if he thought he had a chance with me, he’d rush through dinner. Luckily, he was dumber than he seemed because, with the help of some pseudo-flirting, we were off shortly after my second hazelnut macaron.
“Tonight was fun,” he said, moving his hand up my thigh. I ground my teeth together and forced myself not to punch him hard in the groin. We were parked outside of my apartment building.
“Yeah. Totally.” I twirled my hair, and thought of what I could say to get the hell out of this car as quickly as possible. “I just don’t know if I’m ready to date again.”
“I understand.” Hmmm. Maybe he wasn’t so bad after all. “We don’t have to date. We can do… other things,” he said, staring at me with his upper lip curled into a snarl. Hmmm… or maybe he was worse than I had thought.
“Look… you seem like a really nice guy. It’s just that I’m not ready to… you know.”
“Ok. Look, I’m not going to force you. But can I come up and use your restroom really quick?”
“Oh, um, sure,” I said reluctantly, unsure of what his intentions might actually be.
We walked up the stairs and I grabbed my keys out of my purse. As I unlocked the door, I felt his hands slip around my waist. Oh, boy.
I turned around and before I could stop him, Charlie was gripping me tightly against his body as he bent down to kiss me. It was not a welcome kiss—surely, he knew that. He had to know that. I felt his wet, cold lips touch mine, and I tried to squirm away. He only held on tighter, his tongue jammed down my throat. I pushed him away from me, but he was so much bigger, so much stronger. Our lips broke apart, and I took the opportunity to express my disdain.
“Get off me!” I said slowly, too quietly. It was almost a whisper. I tried wiggling away from him but he pushed me against the wall and kissed me again.
This time he was a little rougher. My back ached where he had slammed me against the hard, stucco wall. I felt him pin me completely and I started to panic. His mouth was locked on mine and I tried with all of my might to push him off so I could at least kick him. This wasn’t happening. How could he think this was OK?
“Please… leave me alone,” I begged, as he slid one of his hands up my dress. He couldn’t possibly be doing what I think he was doing. “Don’t. Just go,” I whispered.
Out of nowhere, I saw a flurry of movement and in one swift swoop, Charlie was crumpled on the ground, his face in his hands. I looked up, and there, right in front of me, was Alec. He was massaging his right hand—the hand that had just punched Charlie square in the jaw.
***
It took me a good thirty seconds of panting and eyeing Alec up and down to ascertain that he was actually here, right in front of me. I thought I might be hallucinating. Was he really here? What was he doing here? Had he come for me? If so, how had he known where I lived? How had he gotten into the building? How long had he been waiting? And then… how much had he seen?
Charlie writhed on the floor. Alec stared at me from across the hallway, his hands on his hips. He brushed his mouth with his hand and looked down, and then at Charlie. He was retreating. I couldn’t read his expression. He was good at keeping his face blank until the very last moment—the moment he would let you know how he truly felt. His left hand held a fresh bouquet of lilies. My favorite.
My heart dropped as I took in his outfit. He was wearing a white button-up, and he’d combed his hair back. His dark beard was groomed, and I could smell his scent from ten feet away, the soapy smell that drove me bonkers. My legs got weak at just the one slight whiff. He was here for me. He had come here for me. I couldn’t wrap my mind around that. I asked the only question that popped into my head.
“What are you doing here?”
“I’m not so sure anymore,” he said quietly, disappointment marring his features.
His Irish accent was so incredibly sexy. I’d forgotten how much I missed it. I guess it had been easy to try and move on once I'd forgotten the reality of the tall, brooding, chiseled Irishman who was now standing in front of me. I was standing very still, taking everything about him in. His dark eyes hadn’t left mine since I looked up, and now they pierced me with invisible shards of glass. He was hurt. He’d come for me and had found me kissing some guy. From where he stood, it had looked like Charlie and I were about to… I couldn’t even think it.
“That was,” I said slowly, gesturing to Charlie, “not what you think.”
“Whatever, Charlotte. You don’t have to explain anything. I should go.”
He began to walk past me, but I stepped in front of him, blocking his exit.
“Answer my question. What are you doing here?”
“Isn’t it fucking obvious?” He dropped the lilies on the ground. “I was stupid for thinking this could work. Clearly, I’m too late.”
“You can’t just…” I didn’t know what to say. “You can’t just show up out of the blue, with lilies, and punch my date.”
I’d started crying. I leaned against the wall. How could this be happening?
Charlie was checking his face using his phone's camera. I saw him glance up at us. Alec took a step closer to him, and Charlie scrambled away faster than I would have thought possible. I supposed Alec was not a person to be trifle
d with. From a stranger’s point of view, Alec was quite a sight—a handsome, muscular sight.
“This was a mistake. Goodbye, Charlotte.”
“You’re leaving?”
He walked past me, down the hall. Rage filled my entire being to the brim.
“You came all this way to what—to fight for me? And now you’re walking away? You’re a coward, Alec,” I hissed, hoping it would spur him on.
He was here. I couldn’t let him go now.
He had stopped mid-step as I was speaking. Now he turned and took a step closer, and slowly another, and another, until he was right in front of me. I felt myself gravitate towards him, but he just stood there, unrelenting, keeping just enough distance between us.
“Yeah. Something like that,” he said roughly. “You haven’t returned any of my calls, texts, letters… what else was I supposed to do?”
“I just… I can’t…”
My thoughts weren't processing. Everything became hazy, cloudy. I wanted to scream at myself.
“I know I made a mistake leaving you. I live with that every day. And your messages… it was too hard. This is all happening so fast.”
I covered my face with my hands. I saw Alec take a step back, shaking his head.
“For fuck’s sake, Charlotte! What else do I have to do? What else do I have to say? I told you I loved you, and we made love. Twice! I’ve never been in love, do you understand that? No one in my life—past, present, or future—will ever compare to you. I wanted you, Charlotte. I wanted all of you. I wanted everything, every laugh, every cry, every promise… everything. From the moment I met you. Now try and wrap your mind around how I felt when you chose to leave me. You walked away from everything… from me, from Mary, from Helen and George. You are the coward. Don’t you dare call me a coward. I waited for you to come back. I prayed every night that you would change your mind. I texted you. I called you. I wrote you fucking letters. Every damn day, I waited for you. I waited for the day you’d write me back or answer my calls. Nothing. I had nothing to go on. Every goddamn day for the last three months. My life has been a pile of shit since you left. You are the sun, Charlotte Bloom. You’re my fucking sun.”
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