2. The only thing you miss is— your ex-girlfriend! 

2. The only thing you miss is— your ex-girlfriend! 

Next day, in a bright sunny morning, Liam was working in his office with dedication when his PA, Mr. Anlon D'mello, a 38 years old trusted man knocked at his door. 

He looked up from the files he was reviewing and smirked darkly, "Mr. D'mello, what part of 'Do not disturb me until lunch break' was not clear to you? Tell me so I make myself seriously clear to you next time and save myself from firing my best PA." 

He noticed the man in his late thirties scrunch his eyebrows nervously. He was not at fault most of the times when he interrupted his boss, given that, important messages and events arrived unexpectedly and because of that he had to come to irritate him. 

"Apologies, Mr. D'zire, but your friend, Mr. Caxton is here." His PA muttered softly. "I told him you are busy but he said that it is important. He wants to see you now." 

Liam set aside his files and straightened his back. "Hmm, let him in." He ordered and calmly rested his back in the plush chair as he watched his best friend walk in. 

"I got to know you were busy." Allister took a seat across from him in one of the visitor's chairs. 

He reached inside his pocket in his white blazer and pulled out a thick envelope. Just by the look of it, Liam can say there were pictures of various women he was supposed to choose his bride from. 

"But this is more important, isn't it." Allister flashed a smile. 

He forwarded the envelope of photographs to his calm and composed friend, desperately. 

Liam went through all of the pictures that Allister handed him. Except for his eyebrows, no part of his face expressed his emotions as he observed the women. 

"Bull shit!" Exclaiming in a disinterested tone, Liam banged the bunch of pictures on his desk. "I asked you to find me a sexy suitable wife. Which directly means that I need natural beauty." 

He pointed at the photographs and gruffly said, "But you got me plastic dolls. Look at them, Aly! They are all botched up fake b*thes. I don't like any of them." 

None of them satisfied him. Some of the girls in the pictures were drop dead gorgeous, but there was just something about them that didn't connect with him. So he simply lied, calling them all plastic dolls even if they seemed naturally gorgeous. 

He threw a dirty glance at the pics again and rolled his eyes. "I want someone better. Someone hot and physically natural. No silicone or fillers added!" Allister who was sitting down sighed.

"Liam, what's your problem? Tell me exactly." he collected those pics as he cast an irritated glance at Liam.

"They're no good," Liam said angrily. "Can't you find me a better girl?"

"Liam, they're all... don't tell Amanda I said this, but they're all so fucking hot! Just look at this girl. She makes me all worked up." Allister pointed at a blonde model. 

"There's something missing," Liam said apprehensively, his eyes rolling. 

"Would you tell me in detail what that something is?" 

"Uh," Liam shrugged his shoulders. "Passion in her eyes? Or maybe, a sweet smile on her lips."

His words made Allister growl. He stuffed the pictures back in his pocket and folded his hands across his chest. 

"Mr. Liam D'zire, the only thing missing is that they're not Arielle," He made his friend's eye pop out. 

"What?" He shockingly muttered. 

"Yes Liam D'zire, the only thing you miss, the only thing you need, the only person you want— is none other than Arielle Scott, your ex-girlfriend." Allister made him look away in despair. "It's been six years since you separated from her but you have still not been able to get over her. You still crave for her. You desire her as much as you desired her six years ago, Liam."

Liam scowled, showing clear disdain at Allister's words. But deep down his heart sank for he knew that what Allister said was true. There was nothing wrong with these girls... but they just weren't her. He wanted her, no matter what. 

What happened six years ago was unforgettable, he still fancied her. Every girl he laid with at night, he only imagined her. Arielle Scott, was what he crazily wanted. 

"I don't know what you're saying! You better get out now, Caxton. I need to work." Sighing defeatedly over his stubbornness, Allister got up. 

He slipped his hand in his pocket, and when Liam wasn't paying attention, pulled out all the photographs along with a one he secretly removed from the other pocket. He slipped that picture into the pile and presented it to Liam again. 

"Do you want to get married or not, Liam?" Allister asked him with a raised eyebrow. "Do you want someone to take care of you and your needs or not?"

Liam sat down beside Allister and nodded. "I do." 

"Okay then, you can't just reject everybody," Allister explained. "You need to make a move."

"They're all hot," Liam said. "I'll meet the one you pick." He finally accepted. 

"Then I know the perfect one," Allister said with a smile. "Do you want to know about her?"

"No, I'll get to know her myself when I see her. Just select a nice girl for me." Liam sadly mumbled. "I don't believe the crap they send to marriage agencies anyways, everyone tries to make themselves look good." he said. "Just tell me when she wants to meet me... and I'll meet her."

"Okay, I'll do the needful. But you sure will marry the girl I choose for you?" 

Lifting his face, Liam twisted his lips, "I think I said yes sometime ago."

Allister happily smirked. He loved teasing his friend. "I'll let you know, then. See you soon."

Liam got up with Allister as he escorted his friend out the door, not sure about who the girl was. Even then a part of him was curious; he recollected the faces of the women he just saw in those pictures. Perhaps it was really the time to move on.

As Allister exited Liam's company, he happily squealed and sat in his car. He dialed his wife and chimed when she had picked the call, "Babe, he agreed." 

"What, really?" Amanda sounded joyful too. 

"Yes, he told me to choose a girl for him from the pictures I showed him. Obviously, Arielle's pic was not added to the pile. But later on I did so, and now I'm going to send them over to his house."

"That's perfect. When he sees Arielle as his chosen bride, he would not have a chance to blame us because we showed in the pictures." Amanda said. 

Allister smiled on this side of the call. "You are right. The pictures will save us from him if he ever dares to screw us for screwing him up with his lost lover."

They remained silent for a while until Amanda asked to cut the call. She told him about being on her way to Arielle's house before she disconnected the call.

Tbc...