Wanted

Chapter 1

I sat on my bed, holding my phone like it was the last thing I wanted to see. The message that my dad had sent to me was the last thing I really wanted to see. I felt furious and aggravated.

I blinked my eyes so hard as I contemplated on whether I should go or not. I got up from my bed throwing my phone in between the pillows. Maybe I needed a nice shower or maybe a good English breakfast. Maybe a jog. Yeah a jog would do. It had been long since I last did that.

Opening my closet, I took out some tight shorts and a tight top. Quickly, I tied up my hair and I was ready to go.

I was now maybe in the second kilometer, when some guy bumped into me. Apparently he was holding his phone and accidentally it fell and the whole screen was shattered into cracked.

Oh My Goodness. I wasn't about to get into buying some stranger a new phone and to the looks of it the phone was one of those expensive ones and lately I was running out of money.

"Oh my I am so so so sorry I didn't mean to, I wasn't looking and it's corner, I just didn't see you there."

I tried apologizing as I watched him bend down to pick the broken phone up. Oh fuck I was screwed. I hit my forehead with my hand as I tried hard not to panic. I was apologizing over and over again. I was feeling so bad.

"Hey don't feel sorry. It's all my fault. I shouldn't have taken it out of my pants. I was just checking out for a text message someone sent me and don't worry accidents do occur for like everyday in our lifetime. Please don't feel bad okay?"

He had a hoarse beautiful voice. He was well built. I could see his abs because his tshirt was now so damp from the sweat of a running man. His legs were so perfectly chiseled by his creator and then I had to see his face. He was so handsome. Its like he was just taken out of a fashion magazine and just presented right in front of me. He had a beard and a nice English haircut. I couldn't help but ogle. He was too perfect. Even his lips so full and juicy. Damn. I didn't even know I was checking him out until he snapped me out of it. He was smiling at me saying something I was even paying attention to.

"Sorry you said?"

God I was embarrassed. I am five thousand percent sure he knew I was checking him out. I bit my lower lip as he started laughing.

"I get that all the time." He continued laughing and I knew what he was talking about. Ladies obviously. Always checking him out.

"You know what I really have to go. I am so sorry for bumping into you and breaking your phone like that. Maybe I could get you another one."

"No don't bother. It's not the only phone I have don't worry okay. By the way I'm Damon."

He said extending his hand to me. I wasn't going to resist.

"I am Alyssa."

"Nice meeting you Alyssa."

Fuck. His smile.

" Same. You live in the neighborhood?"

"Nah my car is right over there and I just decided I should jog around in this area. It's quiet and not so crowded."

I nodded in agreement. Concluding that I was never going to see him again.

"Have a safe drive back. Imma heard back home.

I said already continuing with my jog, but his figure never left my brains for the whole morning that day. Wishing I could meet him again and he'd smile at me like that again. Gosh Aly you need to stop.

_When you come please bring Kelvin with you_

I remembered that part of the text my dad sent me as I was taking my shower after the jog. I hit the wall with my fist as I knew what I had to do. I hated this.

I was now drying my hair when I took out my phone from where I'd left it. 5 missed calls from none other than my dear father. Rolling my eyes I dialed Kelvin's number.

"Alyssa."

"You haven't spoken to me since yesterday morning."

I said pretending to care. Not that I didn't care just that we were not in the right books at that moment. Finding out that your boyfriend had been cheating on you with some fucked up model bitches because he's rich, isn't so easy.

"I was busy."

"Fucking another model?"

"Aly please. I thought I had apologized. How many times are we going to repeat this whole thing."

Ignoring that remark I got straight into the issue,"My dad is hosting his fifth anniversary with his wife and he invited us."

"Us?"

"Don't act stupid."

I was feeling so agitated at that moment and if he were close I'd have slapped the shit out of him. He broke my heart after three years of sleeping with me and yet it wasn't enough for him. I had introduced him to my parents then when my mom was still alive and she had warned me about him. She was familiar with rich kids and I had told her I was in love. Maybe probably because he was my first love and my first in everything and when I say everything I mean everything. Though we had just finished college, I had told myself that he was going to be the love of my life, maybe my husband. But no. I could go on and on.

"Aly are you still there?"

"You know what? You pick me up at 5 this Friday and please wear something formal."

I hung up and threw my phone away not even caring where it hits. And I broke down and cried. How I wished mom was still here. I could have a shoulder to cry on.