Second Chances

2 -Acting CEO

God she was perfect.

She hadn't aged a bit.

Her eyes blinked a few times, accentuating her thick lashes. She glowed under the dim lights and her lips, Christ it was perfection, tainted in dark red lipstick. She wore a light pink dress, a tight one that hinted so much yet revealed nothing. She had a glass of champagne in her hands. She looked at him with an intensity that had him feeling like a green boy!

'Do you both know each other?' Mrs Matthews was the first to speak, sensing there was some tension between them.

'Err,' he coughed.

'I can't really recall,' she spoke. Her voice, it was so soft but it had a hint of deepness. God it was like..hell it was probably nothing. She could be speaking like a camel and she'd still be the sexiest woman he's ever encountered.

But her answer felt like a slap. A painful blow.

She didn't remember him?!

'You don't?' He asked her. He sounded like a little kid, a little kid who had his favourite candy taken away. His behaviour did not only took him by surprise, but his mother too.

Meela shook her head, and he could see that she was telling the truth. She didn't remember him.

Well his ego had never been more bruised.

He was Nathan Matthews. He was rich, he was tall and handsome and he was successful. Women always knew him, always remembered him. No one was immune to his charms. But there will always be one exception wouldn't it?

Meela. She never remembered him, she never flirted with him, not even a single tuck of her hair behind her ear, no sheepish smile, not even trying to seduce him. Nothing. Yet he was madly wanting her, even after all this time.

He remembered every single encounter he had with her. The cafe, the bar, even at the fine diner Eatalia.

4 years ago,

June 2016

Nathan had been consumed with work. It had been a hard few months being stuck in his office and it was hell. He needed a break. There was this new Italian restaurant that he'd been meaning to try. He went there alone of course. He wanted to spend some time alone, mostly. He never quite enjoyed the company of people. They were too chatty and he was just not willing to embark in conversations that were nothing but gossips and bad jokes.

He had parked his car and was about to enter the lift heading to the 40th floor when his eyes caught a glimpse of a random woman. He couldn't see her face, only her back.

She seemed pretty but he wasn't in the mood to get laid tonight. Work was just that stressful. He just wanted a hearty dinner and he wanted to sleep for an entire week.

But he caught another glance at her and he realised he knew her. The wavy dark hair, the long lean legs, the tanned arms and..

She turned.

She was wearing the shortest, skimpiest, yet the classiest black dress he had ever seen. The dress was so low it was only at her thighs and she was so tall that it made the dress shorter. She wore a black pantyhose and the sight of that made his mouth water.  When his eyes caught the gold anklet resting on one of her ankles, he knew who she was. His eyes finally landed on her face and god was he in love.

She was stunning, remarkable. She had some makeup on, highlighting her big black eyes, some blush to show her rosy cheeks and a scarlett red lipstick to top it all of. She was just (chef's kiss). Utter perfection.

He walked to her. He knew if he didn't speak to her, never caught her full name or any detail about her, he would kill himself. This woman haunted him for months. Day and night he dreamt of her. Every time he longed for a companion, the very image of her would appear. Every woman he bedded, every wicked thing he did to them, in his eyes it was her. It was his Meela.