Dating a Star

Part 1 of Finding True Love

I thought I would give you the first chapter of my second story. It almost finished and I am trying to publish every few days but I have two kids and Uni work to do. So sometimes I forget. But I would love if you would read it and enjoy it as much as you have this one. 

TW: DOMESTIC ABUSE

Another fight, another shouting match and another reason for him to lay his hands on you.

Luke and you had been together for four years meeting each other after just finding your new job and moving in together after a year. He was tall and blonde, athletic, he seemed sweet and inviting when you met all those years ago in a bar.

You had been with your best friend, Charlotte, you had known her since you were nine, living in the same small village you became inseparable. The night had been overdue and you sat in a booth in the swanky London bar and sipped on glasses of prosecco. Chatting about the last week in your jobs, Charlotte was a journalist, she would know all the gossip before the celebrities knew it had happened.

She would always keep you in the loop about the latest celebrity scandal, being a photographer you needed to know the gossip about the celebrities you were photographing. It was always easy to be with Charlotte, the conversation never stopped flowing and the laughs were always abundant.

A large group of guys strolled into the bar and it felt like the moment your eyes met that you were supposed to be together.

It almost felt sickly, like something out of a corny romance novel. He sat at a tall table, perching on the oversized stool. His group of friends trying to grab his attention but he just kept staring at you while sipping on his bottle of Italian beer.

Biting your lip you gave him a small smile and then continued your conversation that you had been ignoring with Charlotte.

"You totally weren't listening to a word I was saying. Who has your attention?" Charlotte asks craning her neck to look for the unsuspecting victim that had caught your eye.

"I was definitely listening. You were talking about," You stumble for a moment knowing that you were not listening to a word she was saying but staring at the unknown blonde that had walked into the bar on this fateful Saturday night.

Charlotte nudged you and then looked over at the group of guys that had caught your attention.

She had always been the beautiful one of the two of you. She was medium height and had long brown hair, her eyes were hazel and she had boobs and bum to die for with a tiny waist.

You were a red head and had the personality to go with it. Blue eyes were the main feature of your freckled face. Curvy but a little taller than Charlotte, you had great boobs and an even better bum however never had the confidence that Charlotte had.

"Ok, that guy is hot you need to get your sexy ass over there and talk to him." Charlotte nudged you. Shaking your head you took a longer sip of your drink, finishing it off.

The only time you had tried to speak to someone in a bar you turned to leave after having failed miserably to think of things to say and knocked a waiter and his tray of drinks flying. That was the last time you spoke to someone in a bar and you didn't plan on doing it again anytime soon.

"No you know what happened the last time I spoke to someone. That was a disaster and I don't feel like making a fool of myself tonight." You respond.

While you sat chatting another bottle of prosecco was brought over to the table.

"No, no we didn't order this." You stop the waiter.

"It was brought by the blonde guy over there." The waiter replied pointing to the group of guys, then left the table to continue on his duties.