Happy Ever After (Romance Stories)

Chapter 1 - The taxi driver who left me in a heated mess

It was a gloomy night, the moon hardly gave its light but it was quite vibrant midnight in Los Angeles. Walking down the streets, i was marveled at the litting of the string light bulbs above my head that I couldn't help but glaze. It was cold but not enough to make me long for comfort.

Today was a disaster, my arrogant blind date embarrassed me by spilling red wine over my £500 dress, I would have killed the man with a blow of my wrath but I brushed it off like a idiot.

Then he made up excuses saying "I don't have my wallet".What a excuse to bring me into his one night stand sheme, offering me dinner at his mansion. I didn't fall for it. Now im lost in the middle of the streets at 11:34 pm wandering around the city.

My taxi driver will be here soon but as it gets late, it gets even more dark and cold. My skin was screaming for warmth for I only can imagine the heat of my bedsheets while sipping green tea.

I longed and desire to wake up the next morning with a well fit man to cuddle, to speak sweet things into my ears with a rough deep voice that would easily drive a woman crazy, with soft kisses of equrohia building up streams of butterflies within my stomach.

Its like a dream that seemed impossible, for I struggled to find the one. All the other men were a joke, only presenting himself as whores rather then gentlemen. Yet I still hope for the one. Im 22 years old, my first boyfriend dumped at the age of 12, 12 I know its quite young to have a boyfriend.

Then my lift arrived, my feet rushed before it parked up a bit, I was tired of standing, my feet ache with bitter pain. As I was about to get into the car, it was a dream come true.

The young taxi driver opened the back seat door, treating me as if I was royalty or a princess. He smiled, waiting for me to get it but I was seduced by his toxicing smile along with them reddest juicy lips. AHHH, my heart shouted.

Snapping back into reality, I sat inside the car but my eyes were still on him. As he got inside the car, I quickly did my lady stuff. Hair, check. Smell, check. Face, check. I slowly took of my heels and fixed my dress.

As the car started, I jumped slightly, he noticed saying "madem you okay?", of course not, your looks are killing me slowly. I reply back saying in a girly tone "yes, just quite sore down below" he turned back staring into my eyes with worry, saying " madem I apologise for the wait, can I help you with anything".

Wow what a gentleman, maybe this day wasn't bad after all, I stuck out my foot towards him while I sit back comfortably. " could you give a lady like a foot massage" i replied, as first I thought it was too much to ask but he was willing to do it in the end.

He toke my delicate foot into his manly hands with care, thrusting his fingers into between toes. I focus on his beauty, his deep ocean eyes that overwhelmed like washing waves and his curly dirty blonde hair that I pushed my fingers through, he was a bit surprised at my action but he allowed it as he was also enjoy a massage as well.

He stopped and looked up at me as if he saw a diamond he just discovered. "Why have you stopped" i replied, he bent over forcing his body through the gap of the chairs, his gently pushed my hair back around my ear.

I slightly touch the side of his face, adorning his sharp draw line. He took my hand away pinning it above my head. I felt trapped, like a fly got in a spiders web. His face moved closely, rethinking if he should do what he is about to do.

His soft lips collided into mine, I was taken back but I was drown into the kiss. The taste of his lips of a peach. Im hooked. I knew I was in danger, not that danger where I'm fighting for my life, no that danger of falling into no return.

It was hard for my body to resist him for he is fulfilling me up like a druggy. He some sort of drug dealer. He removed his lips to tease me, knowing i was enjoying myself.

" your a heated mess, needy for something fulfilling", I turnt my face from him in embarrassment. I leaned back into the sit, fanning myself with my hand. Even though my feet didn't hurt no more, I still feel like today was a mess.

He leaned into his seat, putting on his sit belt, the car started once again. My life started with boys then a taxi driver who left me in a heated mess.