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Chapter 1

"Do you mind if I sit next to you" asked a sun kissed boy. He reminded me of the word beauty. Those hazel eyes were warming and addictive or more like intimidating, the need to be stared at. The black Afro with a gold stoke that made me laugh hysterically ,automatically thinking of Wiz Khalifa, the best rapper ever existing.

" What's so fun with being a gentleman?" Giving me a smirk and lifting an eyebrow.  Differently suited him,Leaving me smiling.

"Uhh I was shocked to see that Wiz Khalifa had manners" replying with a sympathetic smile.

"Haha I see Beyonce has jokes hey"

Before I could reply. He dropped his bag and took the empty seat next to me. Comparing me to Beyonce was big. She was gorgeous in every aspect, from her hair to her pedicure. When I look at myself I don't see Beyonce. I see a sun kissed girl, medium in size ( I blame KFC for my curves), medium height, black silk hair, my eyes are hazel in the light and a darker shade of brown at night.

"So are we gonna talk or is this gonna be an awkward train ride?" Says this mystery guy

"Growing up, I was told not to talk to strangers, I feel as if today won't be the day I break the rules" staring at his magnetizing eyes.

"Ouch that touched my heart maybe you should mend it by getting to know me"

" obviously the keyword was maybe" laughing my lungs out, just looking at his shocked face. I'm surprised he doesn't come across great comebacks.

"Playing hard to get, I'll play the game, my name is Tony." Said this young gentleman before me. Losing my focus, I didn't reply but give his eyes the attention they were looking for.

"Ahh I see you fell for my looks already" giving me a smirk.

"The names is Ashley doll face, don't be narcissistic now" lifting an eyebrow and forcing myself to look somewhere other than his eyes.

"Ouchhh ,Ashley Ashley Ashley Ashley mmmhhh I'm calling you Lee from now on" said tony, dominating my word of speech, Lee was the nickname given to me by my mom. She passed away when she gave birth to my little sister. Apparently she was sick anyway so life did cut her short.

Frowning now, those memories hit home.

"Ashley will do." Faking a smile for a clueless boy

"Did I touch a button Lee?" Smiling with victory.

"No,I don't like the name. My mom called me that but she's dead now. " I said confidently. Praying it was good enough. Hopefully  I won't see him again.

"Sorry I didn't intend of bring back heart aching memories. Ashley it is."  Smiled Tony awe that this would be an awkward train ride.

"Where are you off to? Hopefully I won't see you again." Showing joy in every aspect of my face.

"Cape Town and you?"

"Damn it, are you sure you got the right-

"All passengers going to the Airport please exit." The lady from the intercom spoke.

I rose, grabbing my belongs and jumping to the nears train exits. I didn't want to talk to tony. He was rude and narcissistic but I was take aback by the way he handled my rude comebacks. If he is gonna see me more often then he must get use to it. Damn it. Look at me talking about Tony like we are dating. Gross.

I look back, just to see Tony staring at me with eyes filled with amusement. My curiosity left me staring, focusing on the object he was waving in the air. My  passport. Now fighting with my bag. Ripping its guts out yet I didn't seem to find what I was looking for. I glared at the place Tony use to be. Hyperventilating at this point. Not seeing Tony. I'm in the airport how can I find this one figure out of billions. Without the passport I can't leave. Ahhhh but I remember Tony did say he's going to Cape Town which meant I had a chance if I got him at the check in line on time.

Running to the check in for South Africa Airline. Bumping into people, hoping I'll see the devil in the flesh. To my luck he was the last person in the queue. Beaming with excitement, I jogged to the queue. He had not noticed me as yet. Taking that to my advantage. I lifted my hand and faced my palm to his back direction. The sound of my hand roughly touching his back made me laugh hysterically. The young man turned in shock.

"Excuse me, what the hell are you doing?" Asked the curious soul. It wasn't Wiz Khalifa. It differently wasn't him, his eyes had a green shade to them, his lips were curvy and slim, his hair was more or less same. Nevertheless he was good looking. I swear he was brothers with Wiz Khalifa.

"I'm so sorry that wasn't meant for you per say it was for a jerk look alike. I'm so terribly sorry. I owe you one. I'm so sorr-"

Interrupting me, not giving me time to apologize any further.
"Hahaha it's fine, you probably talking about my jerk step brother enough about him, your name my lady." Smiling showing his dimples. His got a British accent how hot?! Trying not to blush, it sucked cause I failed.

"British I see, I'm sure you quite a charmer. What's your name my fine prince." Replying in the best British accent I had. I'm sure it was a success partly because I watched a lot of British soaps and partly because he was smiling with excitement.

"Mmmhhh great accent love. I'm impressed and it quite difficult to do so." Smiling from ear to ear while giving me a wink.

"Then you're quite easy to please. I would love to chat about our children's future but do you know where your brother is?" Returning to my ordinary voice, saying it with such confidence and sarcasm.

"I love how you said OUR" he emphasized on the our.

"I'm glad I amuse you David."

"David? What an ugly name" he laughed showing his deep dimples, making me weak at my knees as if I was paralyzed. What topped it all of was his accent. It was so seductive yet tamed like a lion in a cage.

" I don't mind giving you my picture. It would last longer."

"Your name or I'm calling you David." Rolling my eyes.

"Trevor, My love and you are?"

"It's a mystery,I don't like expressing my personal details with strangers."

By the time I said stranger he was less than a centimeter away from me. We stared at each other, I'm sure he was waiting for something so I opened my mouth to protest and at that second he crushed his lips into mine. His and my libido increasing, just when I was about to kiss back I remembered he was unknown but something about him made me know him and want him. I drew back, slapping him across the face.

Still stunned by what happened, I couldn't put my mind on it. More curious than ever. How could Trevor just steal a kiss like that as if it was nothing? Curiousity did kill the cat, quoted from the wise but I couldn't seem to think that Trevor, dimples and all was the sweet guy.  I could feel the uncomfortable silence building rapidly. 

"Strangers don't do that, what's your name love." Said Trevor not flinching at all from my previous ambush. Shocked by the kiss, I just starred.

His Beauty was unbelievable Sexy. Those eyes were Sweet and Loving, knowing my Heart desired them. He was carved so finely as if he was a Portrait. His Dimples made him a Sex God. I can't stop starring.

"Love, your Name" The sex God spoke, Smiling showing his undesirable Dimples. I'm sure he saw me getting weak and melting right in front on him because he moved closer to Me. Chest to Chest. I could Hear our hearts in sink. That's just Crazy but so Romantic. I stepped back and Saw where we were. At the Airport. In the check in queue and there's five people before us. When His close everything goes away. Damn I can't control it.

"It's love, you said it yourself, can I borrow your Phone." I said, using my puppy Dog face,  I show the effect it had when he stepped back.   I Smiled with victory.

"That's So Hot, don't do that to me. Damn how can I say No." passing me his Iphone 6s. Mental note: they are loaded.

Smiling.