Have you ever dreamt of yourself living your “Mills and Boon” fantasy? No…that stuff belongs in the books and fairy tale , its too good to be true, its far fetched, you think of it and you just say, if there are chances of it ever happening- it definately wont be in this life.
Stacey’s phone buzzed as a Whatsapp message came though, she tossed her phone back under her pillow without even bothering to open the message because the highlight on the screen had shown her it was from “that guy”. You just get tired of empty chats at times, this is the spot where Stacey was. Her phone buzzed again, she tried to ignore it but curiosity got the best of her. And yeeees, her guess was right, it was “that guy” William again.
Stacey and William had started being app-pals four months back, they had never met, because William Stayed in Manchester, and Stacey in Africa Zambia. She called him “that guy” because really there was nothing outstanding in their app relationship save for the fact that at one point they had lost touch because William was requesting for “sexy pics” yet Stacey is more on the conservative tomboy side, she always avoided those. Their chats were nothing but simple updates on how the day would have gone and forwarding each other stupid jokes.
Apparently William was in Zambia for his holiday and he wanted to meet up with Stacey. Girl rule told Stacey you donT jump right into it when a guy wants to see you, act busy- she told him she had other plans, they could probably meet on the next day ;-P. She was not really keen on meeting this guy who had obviously been westernised to the last degree and lost all ubuntu in him. The next day she deferred meeting him again, she was not really keen, this had nothing to do with the girl code really.
On the next evening, the two agreed to meet at a restaurant that was close to Stacey’s place, she wore shorts, a jacket and some flat pumps….simple but she couldn’t hide her beautiful curves, so she looked downright sexy. William phoned saying he was at the restaurant parked outside, she went there, but there was nothing like the car he was describing outside. Stacey cursed under her breath, how could he make her walk there when he wasn’t even there. She went back home mad, it was a 5 minute walk to her place, the whole time she was thinking “…seriously who does that??? make a girl walk late at night to meet up with his ghost self.”
Infact, William was lost, he was in the next town at a restaurant that had the same name. He sounded pissed too on the phone, as if someone was to blame for his broken GPS- get a life dude- Stacey thought. At last he got to the right place and phoned Stacey to come. When Stacey got there she checked in the car that looked like the one he had said he was driving…there was no one…how is this to increase the confusion. she entered into the resturant, no one resembled the looks she had seen on William’s profile picture.
She was losing it, getting agitated, she started pacing up and down, three minutes passed, from the bathrooms came a tall, lanky, light guy who exuded a unique sexual prowess…his hair was unkempt-funky, half dried frizzy look, to sum up the look, he wore ripped black jeans that were showing off his light thigh skin, a white tee with the graphic of a gun imprinted on it, as if that was not enough sexy, he had on a tight fitting almost shiny leather jacket.
Stacey, couldn’t help but catch her breath at his sight,he looked enchanting, like a sex-god, a sight to drool at. when he got to her, he gave her a hug, she took in his mixture of a sweet piney, faintly spicy Paco Robanne scent, the scent of his showergel hung onto his skin like vinegar on chips. As they unclasped their short and decent embrace, he staggered a little, that is when she picked that she had missed one scent, – he reeked of alcohol.
They went for icecream, shared stories and jokes, it seemed like they had known each other since forever..it felt perfect. Then, Stacey only knew William as Wills, she didnt even know his full name.they had icecream in the car, when it was finished, William suggested they go buy some more, just to buy time with her, he was also suggesting they go crush at his place. Stacey politely declined both offers. Before she dropped off infront of her apartment, Stacey leaned forward to give William a light goodnight kiss…William looked back at her, with arrogance writen all over his face and said, “why would i want to kiss you goodnight when you have refused to come sleep at my place,do you think i am a monster, i would give you your own room and the keys to it, i just want some company”.
Stacey’s head felt heavy as she slowly re-composed herself in her seat and reached for the door….she clicked her tongue and swore…who the hell did this guy think he was?, she asked herself. Raw hate for him sprung from deep within her, no guy had ever turned her down like that! She was convinced she didn’t want to see this guy ever again. However when she went to bed that night, she asked herself, why did this guy evoke sooo much emotion in her, she felt the extremes of all feelings for him- that i don’t want to part with you ever ever, and i never want to see you again, then thoughts of how he was so sexy tormented her through the night,
The next morning she couldn’t wait to see him, the tables had turned, the hunter had become the hunted. Wiliam had other things to do, he would only be free to come and see her later. Stacey couldn’t do anything else, she was love drunk, thinking of how she would act when he comes and how she would pay back. they agreed to go for drinks later on, she wore a tight fitting lime and blue dress, as always, she wore no make up, she was a plain natural beauty. On this day, William was surprisingly at his best behavior. Stacey had never felt this, she felt at home with this stranger, she felt free to be her true self around him. she got to ask him what he does for a living, he told her he was a professional football player, had moved abroad because of his profession. inquisitively, she asked what his full name was, then he said it like it was Barrack Obama’s- like dude do you live in a hole, you have to have heard this name before.
Stacey was not a football fan, she had no idea who he was really. as the night was going by, off his guard, he let it slip that he earned USD25000 per month…yes this shocked stacey, but she was never a gold digger, so she didnt care.
When she got home she updated her best cousin about how the night had gone and all the extra details she head learnt, Liv (cousin) what Wills’ full name was, when she as told, she was out of breath with excitement,m she knew him, he was a superstar, then they both went on google and oooh my word, there he was all over.
Stacey could not believe it, concurrently, this was disturbing to her, it explained the haughtiness he had displayed. Her big question was, would he see her for who she really was or just as one of those girls crazy for athletes, secondly, girls in the West had all it takes to sweep a man off his foot, and here she was, a simple girl who did not fuss about mascara or lipstick.
The next 2 days were the best days of her life, insecure yeess…but she told herself she would live the moment.Every moment with Wills was the best…he had jokes for days, he would pretend to be mean to her, just for a good cause, he would look at her like she was the only girl in the world. Stacey was living the dream.
The day Wills left for Manchester, things had changed, he was busy, unavailable half the time, his excuse was that he had a meeting with his manager,he left without seeing her, without kissing her goodbye, or giving her a chance to wish her the best and cry … this hurt Stacey, even when he got to Manchester, communication became poor, like he did not want any emotional baggage. Stacey was being treated like just a “holiday highlight”, no strings attached. The pain of falling in love with someone who wants nothing serious with you stared at Stacey deep in her eyes, she could not run away from it.
Stacey thought she would stand as one of the few people who told the story that their “Mills & Boon” fantasy came true, but well….for now she is not part of that group. Her hope is that one day he will appreciate how authentic she is and come back to her. Winning her heart wont be easy then….
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