Page 3 of Losing Control
My heart aches, and I miss my friend Cal. Cal Bailey, a man who would never so much as give his girl a dirty look, let alone cheat on her. He left to go travelling months ago, and there isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t fiercely miss him.
I wish that he hadn’t gone, I wish that he were here to give me a hug and tell me that everything is going to be okay. But he isn’t. I have to do this on my own, when I’m at my weakest and feeling more vulnerable than ever before.
My hurt over Tom and Carley isn’t going away. It should be going away by now, but it isn’t, and I have no idea how to make it better.
I hear Kim sigh and I sneak a look at her out of the corner of my eye. She gives a little shake of her head and returns to her work. She’s probably sick to death of carrying my miserable ass around with her, and hey, who could blame her? There is only so much anyone can take, but I hope to God that she has more patience left within her because I couldn’t have gotten through the last six months without her.
As I focus back on the figures on the computer screen, I allow my mind to take me back to that awful moment when I walked in on Tom and Carley fucking, in mine and Tom’s bed. The sight of my friend laid on her back with Tom on top of her will forever be ingrained in my mind. Tom’s ass bobbing up and down. Carley’s face showing just how much she was enjoying his dick up inside of her.
I squeeze my eyes shut, begging the image to fuck off out of my head. I don’t need to keep reliving it. I don’t need to stay in the goddamn past.
Carley, a friend for six years, who turned out to be an enemy.
Tom, my boyfriend for two years, who turned out to be a complete asshole.
My desk phone rings, breaking me from the unwelcome images flooding my mind. I shake my head and pick up the phone, putting on a polite voice as I speak.
I feel a tingle creep its way up my spine, and my eyes dart up to see the handsome man across the room staring at me. I bite my lip to stop myself from smiling, and I lower my head to hide the fact that I am blushing.
I don’t need another man in my life.
All they do is cause trouble, and I’ve had more than enough of that to last me a lifetime.
Chapter Two
The first interaction
I turn off my computer and gather my belongings together as I get ready to leave the office.
“Hey, Lucy,” I hear a voice say, making me jump.
I was so busy putting my things into my handbag that I failed to see Michael walking over to my desk. The very handsome Michael who just so happens to have caught me looking at him more than once today.
Michael Chandler. Office sex God. Brown eyes that are the colour of dark chocolate. Light brown hair that has been styled to give that casual, sweeping look. Tall, with a fairly firm body from what I can see with his tight-fitting shirt on.
“Oh, hi,” I say, shyness creeping into my tone and taking over. I feel myself blush as his heated gaze is fixed firmly on me.
Christ alive, Lucy, stop blushing.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to make you jump,” he says, flashing me his gorgeous smile. His eyes sparkle, much like they did earlier when he was staring at me from across the room. “Listen,” he continues. “I hope that you don’t think that I am being too forward, but I was wondering if you would like to go for a drink sometime?”
“Me?” I squeak, my eyes widening in surprise. He chuckles, and the noise alone makes my stomach flutter.
“Yes, you.”
“Me and you?” I want the ground to swallow me up from my ridiculous response.
Stop acting like a bloody idiot, Lucy. A gorgeous man is asking you out, and you’re asking daft questions.
“She would love to go,” I hear Kim say from beside me. I turn my head to look at her, utterly shocked that she has just answered for me.
“She would?” I manage to say to her.
“Yes,” she replies with a stern look.
Michael clears his throat, reminding me that he is still stood there. Dear God, please let the ground swallow me whole, now.
“How about Friday night after work?” he suggests. He’s looking at me, but once again Kim answers his question.
