Text me, Daddy!

1. Charlie

Charlie

"Yes Ma, I'm fine." I answered my mom who was on the other side of the call.

"Are you eating well? Or shall I come-"

"No Ma, you don't need to come here. I'm eating well. You just take care of yourself." I sighed and replied. My mom has always cared about me a bit too much.

"You sure sweety?" I smiled, even though I knew she couldn't see me over the call, and looked at the clock.

"Yes ma, don't worry. I'm getting late for work now, so I will talk later, bye, love you."
"Bye Charlie, love you too."

I, Charlie Hill, am once again late for opening the café today. No, I'm very punctual, don't misunderstand. But its always hard to wake up early when your best friend forces you to go to a club the night before.
I hurriedly finished my cup of hot coffee, and hissed when I burnt my tongue in the process.

Things never go accordingly when you are in hurry.

I picked up my watch from the kitchen slab where I had put it just five minutes ago, picked up my wallet along with my keys and walked outside my house.

I quickly took out my phone and dailed to Sarah, one of my few employees in my café, and was thankful when she picked up just two rings later.

"Hello? Charlie?"

"Hello Sarah. Yeah its me. Where are you right now? Can you please open up the café today? I'm running late by half an hour."

"Sure boss. Party last night?" She chuckled and asked.

"You know Emily. Anyways, see you later." I sighed and replied.

Emily Young. My best friend from school. She has been with me all the time. Like when I used to get bullied in school. Or when I came out of the closet. Yeah, I am gay. Surprised? Not.
Or when I went through my first break up. Or when my dad passed away. The list goes on and on, and I haven't met such a sweet girl like her ever.

She is more like a tomboy, but in real she isn't. She just likes to stay like that a bit. I mean, she doesn't even look like one properly!

Anyways, back to the topic. I have already told you about my mom in brief, she's a lovely woman. Always took care of and loved me and my younger sister, who's in the last year of high school right now, so dearly. A kind and a passionate woman, gets any work done if she starts. And worries about both of us a lot, especially me right now, as I went through a divorce recently.

You aren't reading about an old man don't worry. I'm just 22. But my stupid ass thought that my boyfriend from my highschool was my true love and we ended up doing court marriage somehow. Mom was upset, saying that the decision was not correct since we were so young but didn't tell me much except that at the end it's my decision. Looks like she was true about us marrying. Because just two and half years later, we ended up having divorce. He had cheated on me, saying I wasn't fun anymore. And he needed more entertainment in his life. Not someone like me who had already started thinking about kids and having a perfect family. Guess they don't exist, do they?

I still find it lovely though. My mom's love. Can never get enough of it. Don't call me a mommy's boy ok? Because I won't deny.

I had already taken the train by now and was about to reach the station I needed to get off. 2 minutes later the door dinged and opened. It was morning time, so the rush was obvious. So I still tried to get off on the station before the doors would have closed even though it meant getting squeezed between a dozen humans.

I have a car, yes. I am not poor or excessive rich, I just earn enough for my survival along with my family's. But I had given my car for servicing just yesterday, and thats how here I was, smelling people's extra strong deodorant or after shave in the train.

I sighed loudly as soon as I got off on the station. I took out my phone to look at the time and sighed once again looking at my lockscreen.

I hate to not be punctual.

I quickly start walking with the phone still in my hand and increased my speed. I turned right but before I could see anything my face met with a hard chest and I fell down backwards on my butt. I looked up and my eyes went wide as soon as I saw the man infront of me. For that one minute I had forgotten about anything and everything around me.

He was wearing a dark gray modern fit suit with a single vent and a black undershirt. I don't know what shade of gray it was, but whatever it was, he looked mouth watering hot in that. His built looked great, with his brown eyes and black hair swiped back from his forehead. Whoever would have ironed his cloth, must have been a perfectionist. Or was it totally new?

His looked at me worriedly but as soon as his eyes fell on me, he stopped then smirked slightly.

"You okay?"

Or was I just imagining things?

"Sir?"

Him calling me the second time brought me back from my continuous shameless stare at him.
Fuck I needed to stop doing that.

'Uh..yeah I'm ok." I looked down at the floor and replied, trying to hide my blush.

"Need help?" He extended his hand towards me which I gladly accepted and stood back up.

He bent down and picked up both of our phones and handed me mine.

"Thanks, and sorry I-" I was about to apologise but he interrupted me in between.

"No its my fault for not looking ahead. Sorry I was looking at my phone and didn't notice the turn ahead in a hurry." He apologized. Even his voice sounded erotic. I wonder how his morning voice would soun-NO! No, bad Charlie!

"Its totally fine." I replied while looking at my phone while trying to not look at him in the eyes and reveal my blushing face.
But then I once again saw the time and realised why I was practically running after getting off from the train.

"Anyways, I think I should go now." I quickly said and looked at him finally, trying to keep the memory of his face in my mind, for no reason at all.

"Yes sure. I am kinda getting late too." And we both finally started walking in our own direction.

I would probably forget about him anyways in few hours.

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A/n : Sooo, how's the first chapter?

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