What Happened That Day (Part of the 'That Day' Series)

Chapter 10 - Until Georgina

Scott

To say I'm jealous of my best friend would be an absolute understatement. Only moments ago we burst into the girls hotel room to find him almost balls deep in his new obsession.

Am I happy for him? Hell yes I am!
But I'm jealous, of course I am. Not of his new girl no, no way, I'm jealous he even got to have the chance to get balls deep with his new woman. Georgina has made me hard since I met her and I'd love nothing more than to be inside her right now, just thinking about it makes my dick twitch. But sadly no, here I am sat on a balcony while she packs her case to leave me.

You couldn't write this shit.

The one woman who I'm certain is different from all of the rest is leaving and I've barely scratched the surface with her.

"What you thinking about Scotty boy?" If her looks and personality weren't enough to send me over the edge then the northern accent is just the cherry on top. She is the real fucking deal, and I'll quite confidently say that I think Georgina Marshall is the full package, the full package.

What the fuck has happened to me?

"Honestly George? I'm wondering what the hell you've done to me" I smirk as she leans her hip against mine as we stand on the balcony looking out over the bright blue Mediterranean Sea.

As she steps closer I place my arm around her so she's standing in front of me as my arms cage her in and we continue to look out to sea, giving me the perfect view of the sun kissed skin on her back where I can clearly see the faint freckles that are dotted around the bottom of her neck and across each shoulder.

Nuzzling my face into her neck breathing in her fruity scent i let out a long sigh, "What am I going to do all week without you now?"

"Well what did you plan to do all week?" She asks leaning her head back against my chest.

"Not this, that's for sure." Definitely not this.

Georgina chuckles before she turns in my arms, her bright blue eyes looking up at me through those ridiculously long eyelashes.

"The best things are always unplanned"
Her hands go to my chest and I reach around her placing mine on the lower of her back pulling her against me.

"Well you were certainly unplanned Georgina Marshall" her smile stretches right across her pretty face. God she's perfect. And oh my god ... I'm such a fucking sap, can you believe the stuff that's coming out of my mouth?

It's that pink hair, those ridiculously bright blue eyes and the way those short shorts melt perfectly into her curves. Shit the curves on this girl are sensational. As are the tits, perky as hell. See this sounds more like me, I'm all about the tits and arse which I can also say is perfect on this girl. I'm not about feelings.

At least I wasn't, until Georgina.

"You've got the lines Scott I'll give you that" she smirks as she runs her fingers over the black and white tattoos up and down my arms.

"Oh Believe me Princess I'll give you much more than the lines." Much much more.

"Ahh, there he is" the smirk turns into a full blown cheesy grin, "I was beginning to think you'd lost your edge"

"Lost my edge?" I gasp placing my hand on my heart, "you hurt me Georgina"

She starts to chuckle and I can't help but join in, she has the best laugh. There I go again.

I can tell by the way she looks at me that her guard is very much still up, she doesn't fully believe what I'm telling her and let's be honest, I don't blame her. Any other time and any other girl and I'd be saying just about anything to get in to her pants. But not today, and certainly not this girl.

"I mean what I say George" she looks up at me the grin gone from her face and her hands drop down to her sides leaving me feeling painfully cold without her touch even in the height of summer in Ibiza, "And i have every intention on proving it to you" she looks away from me and I quickly grab her face in my hands.

"Hey" I say as I try my best to get her to look at me again, she's stubborn as hell.

"I've told you I'm not good at this stuff Scott" she mumbles no louder than a whisper.

"Hey, George come on look at me" her blue eyes meet mine and for the first time they seem unsure. "I never said I was good at it either, I've never done it before. I'm just saying we try and give this stuff a go."

My thumb rubs slowly over her bottom lip as she nods, "and I mean I think we both know the sex will be amazing"

"Ughh Shut up" she rolls her eyes and shoves me back but I quickly wrap my arms around her pulling her into me.

I can feel her smiling against my chest, "it is going to be pretty amazing isn't it"

I groan which only makes her chuckle, "let's stop talking about it, your turning me on"

"Oh believe me I already know that, it's poking me in the stomach"

"You can't blame him, look at you George. Your killing me here, especially in those bloody shorts." I'm basically a walking hard on.

Her hands come up to my face as she gently taps them against my cheeks, "Best get used to it, babe"

"your not going to give me it any time soon are you?"

"Nope" Fucking tease.

"I hope you like the idea of cold showers Scotty boy, your going to need plenty." The glint in her eye shows just how much she's enjoying this.

"Oh fucking hell George" This woman will be the end of me.