Chapter 1
I push my baby
stroller in from the icy cold winds of the early December evening. Pulling my
red long hooded, fake fur coat around my body as I pushed with one hand into
the shopping mall. I look up to see where I am going and I see him. I do a double
take as I look at him. I can't believe it, he found me, the son of bitch
Mitchell Stalz found me. I have two ways to deal with this, one: run. I look
down at my baby in the pink and white stroller. My daughter Victoria is only
ten days old. She and him will never know each other. Two: talk to him.
Yeah right Coals, talk to him, we all know how that ended.
Just run! My subconscious screamed. I blankly
stared at him. I snap out of it as my mind gives me the command to turn around
and walk away. As I turned to look away, he lock eyes with me. No!
"Christina?
Christina Coals?" He called to me, my body was frozen to the spot. The man
had so much power over me. His voice cooed me into a sexual submission to leave
me wanting more. His touch left me aching for more, the way his hand ran over
mine and danced on my palm, set a fire inside of me, that somehow burns
brightly to today. He told me he wanted to give me the world, only to find the
world meant until the sun rose. In which case there was a small envelop on the
night stand with a thousand dollars cash and a note saying.
I had a great time! Talk soon!
Only he didn't
have my number, it was a un-classily one night stand. It was my first and only
one night stand. Normally I would let a guy, wine and dine me. I have had only
a few serious boyfriends, but nothing like him. I stood still, hoping he would
turn and walk away. I heard the clip sound of his business shoes come closer.
The closer he came the more I became feeling scared. Mitchell stood right behind
me, my thoughts stopped as did my breathing.
"Get a grip, Coals!" My subconscious mind shouted. I turned back towards him as he
looked at me. My tired blue eyes with his warm green eyes. He had the face of a
sex god, with a five o'clock shadow made him even sexier. He was built too, an
eight-pack under his dress shirt, as well as a demon in his pants…oh God why am I craving him now?
"Christina,
how have you been?" I let out my breath as I looked into his green eyes,
his eyes held something deep for me as we made well screwed our way though the
night.
"I'm ok, I
have to go!" Pointing aimless around me hoping he'd get lost. He ran his
hand though his inky black hair that was cut short. Another thing I liked about
him in fact the hair my daughter Victoria has turned black. She looked so much
like him I was scared for him to notice.
"You were
always busy going places, I never could keep track of you."
What a load of crap! My
subconscious snapped back. He never called. Even after I asked my best friend
Melissa about him. He wasn't interested with me, he was trying to make himself
look better by saying I didn't call because I thought you were too busy to get
laid again. Mitchell looked down at Victoria
"Who is this
princess? Is she is yours?" He smiled as he ask the
question.
"Vic...Victoria
"Christina, why
are you running away from me?" He asked me as he caught up with me. I
thought long and hard for an answer. I replied.
"You charmed
me, you got so far under my skin we spent an amazing night together and sure
enough you forgot to take my number down and why bother calling a girl you just
boned as a drunk dare. I was left feeling so hurt."
I looked at him,
he looked back into my eyes, my platinum blonde hair, my dry fair skin, my
cheeks rosy from the cold air whipping at my cheeks.
"Just go,
you done enough." I stammered out as I start to push my daughter away the
tears threatening to push over. He came beside me.
"I'm sorry
Christina your right, but look at you now, you have a family, and I saw you by
chance. Maybe if you didn't have a boyfriend or a baby we could have started
over, but I'm sorry." He reached his hand out to me, to shake it good bye,
a tear slipped down my cheek, before I could stop myself I whispered.
"She's
yours."
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