Sinful Pleasure. A Henry Cavill Story

2 Meeting Superman

After the flight I have learned that Michelle works in Marketing, she was in Moscow for some business. She asked me what I came to London for and I told her, to find my father and she wished me luck, no judgement, instantly I confirmed for myself she is a great person.

"Where are you staying?" Michelle asked me as we walked out of the airport together, we couldn't look more opposite; she was blonde, tall, dressed beautifully in tall black boots, leather pants and a cute fur vest. Me on the other hand short, brunette, slightly curvier than the average girl my age (or as my Russian mom justifies it 'thick boned'), and wearing a pair of denim high waist jeans, sneakers, white t-shirt with a pleather jacket over top. It was September and as England proved,  rather damp as we exited. 

"Oh, I don't know, some cheap hotel I could find nearby," I say to her, when I say I had no plan I really did have no plan and yes, this would be the craziest thing I ever done in my life.

"Oh, no no, you can come stay with me, I have a bedroom for you!" she said looking down at me, I then realized that she was in fact as tall as a model to me.

"Oh no, I couldn't!" 

"Yes, you most certainly can! The least I can do after you saved me from that fat pig on the plane, come on it would be fun, we will find your father!" She sounded more excited about it than me, I was speechless, in Russia a stranger would never invite you like that out of the blue.

"Are you sure, you are busy and I am sure your boyfriend or husband would not like some random girl staying," I say, I really wouldn't mind a cheap hotel for the next few nights.

"Nonsense. Besides, it's lucky for us I am a successful and single woman and decide for myself who can come over or not, Jesus we have got to change that Russian mentality of yours, no man should dictate anything ever! Remember that!" Michelle triumphantly hooked her arm with mine and led us to the nearest black taxi available. I almost puke at the way it felt that they drove on the left, so strange. After driving through the dampened streets of London I am in awe, huge city that feels so eclectic and gray, a warm and dirty gray, not that it is a bad thing. I was in a different world, eons away from what I was used to, my eyes felt like they were opened for the first time. We found ourselves in a quiet area and soon in Michelle's apartment... four of ours put together. 

"Here's your room," Michelle led me to a room with a beautiful big bed.

"Wow, thank you, this is too much Michelle, I cannot just stay here without paying you somehow!"

"You already paid, don't worry, you help me and I help you!" she winked.

"I promise I won't stay long, maybe a few days, I am sure that's how long it would take!" I say.

"Take as long as you need, I am never home during the days anyways due to work and in the evening it will be fun to have girls night!" she says and leaves me to remain alone in my room to change and settle. I call my mother to let her know I am alive and well, she is still less than thrilled to hear me, hopefully she will come around eventually. Tomorrow, the hunt begins!

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Apparently scouring London for a supposed lawyer by name of John Black is... a dead end. After a day of going to every possible law office I was turned away from practically every single one and if I could even find one John Black I had to make an appointment... for next month at the earliest. I gave up, quickly London lost its charm and I felt defeated, I sat on my bed in my room, it was a good 9:30pm when I heard Michelle come in.

"How was it?" she asked me and I naturally turned to face her... and cried. I hated crying but clearly the exhaustion of feeling like a nobody and piece of shit after being mistreated all day, I guess it got to me.