Loving Cynthia Daily

Chapter 4

Brett

Sitting in my office, I shut my eyes tight, pressing my fingertips against my temples. The tension was starting to build in the back of my skull, a faint ache that reminded me of how close the headache was. I reached for the cold glass of whiskey on the rocks and took a sip; the two ice cubes clinking softly as I set it down.

My week seemed to be ever eventful being pulled from meeting to meeting and then my childhood friend popping in to a surprise me with an ambush asking me to go on a blind date with his new boyfriend's best friend. 'I hate blind dates, you know I don't do that it's not my thing and besides, does it look like I need help in the lady department?'.

'No, but you do need to think of settling down, you know find yourself a nice girl, have kids, that sort of thing.'

'I never took you for the traditional type Marcus. Anyway, why are you onto me about this, you're beginning to sound like my mother. Please tell me she didn't put you up to this, I wouldn't be surprised'.

'No, it's not your mother, I'm just worried about you man, you work all the time and you haven't had a serious relationship since you know who. I just think it's about time to start dating seriously now.'

'Is that so?' glaring at him, the memory of my ex-girlfriend resurfacing, fury coursed through my body as I try to stifle my anger at the mere mention of her name.

Marcus took a step back, holding up his hands in a don't shoot manner 'listen man just try it, what's the worst that can happen? you only see this person for one night an hour or two maximum and then you won't have to see them again if it doesn't work out.' I take a moment to consider what he was saying to, taking a deep breath in, I run my fingers through my hair. 'Fine, I will, what does she look like?'

'Yes! I'll let Derek know. I don't know but he said she's gorgeous an absolute stunner, reserved but she doesn't take shit. So, she'll keep you on your toes.'

I mulled over our conversation later that week contemplating the many possibilities of whether it was a right or wrong decision.

Brett Hill was an organised purpose driven man. Everything he did was calculated and well thought out he rarely did things without a plan.

His days were filled with meticulous schedules and detailed plans, each moment accounted for in his quest for success. People who knew him admired his ambition and determination, but few truly understood the inner turmoil that brewed beneath his composed exterior.

Ever since the painful breakup with his ex-girlfriend, Brett had become guarded and distant when it came to matters of the heart. Love, once a source of joy and comfort, now felt like a treacherous minefield waiting to detonate at the slightest misstep. He had built walls around himself, walls so high and thick that even he struggled to remember what lay beyond them.

But amidst the echoes of heartbreak that reverberated through his soul, there still lingered a flicker of hope. A tiny ember of warmth that refused to be extinguished, no matter how fiercely he tried to smother it. It whispered to him in quiet moments, teasing him with visions of a love that could heal the cracks in his wounded heart.

Today he was meeting a woman his friend had set him up with. He was lost in meetings throughout the day and lost track of time and only just managed to arrive home to get dressed.

As the clock ticked closer to our meeting time, I frantically rummaged through my walk-in closet, looking for a suitable suit. My fingers brushed past rows of crisp, tailored suits until I finally settled on a navy blue Armani. Throwing it on, I quickly made my way down to the family restaurant where we had agreed to meet. The familiar scent of garlic and spices hit me as soon as I walked through the door, and I couldn't help but smile at the staff who greeted me by name.

I headed straight for the bar and ordered a scotch on the rocks, trying to calm my nerves before the big meeting. Glancing around the restaurant, it was packed with the usual sophisticated clientele - even the mayor was in attendance. But this was my second home, and I felt comfortable here. As I sipped on my drink, I made my way to the private suite I had reserved at the back of the restaurant, away from prying eyes and curious whispers.

It's a room I only reserve for special events but tonight I figure why not try a little. As the time draws near to when she should be arriving, I begin to feel anticipation, fear, and excitement all at once as I signal for another glass as I sip the last remaining remnants of my drink. I hear the doors open after the waiter has placed my drink down on the table.

As the maître d swung open the doors to reveal her standing there, a wave of emotions washed over me: happiness mixed with a tinge of dread. A thousand thoughts raced through my mind as she approached, following behind him. She stood at an average height, her beautiful brown skin bringing warmth to the dimly lit room. The amber glow from the hanging wall lamps danced across her skin, giving it an undulating golden sheen. With graceful movements, she swept across the floor towards me.

My eyes traveled down her body, lingering on the gentle sway of her hips and the curve of her waist. My heart raced as I took in the sight of her ample breasts, their soft fullness tempting me. My mouth watered at the thought of tasting her skin, and my desire for her pulsed through my veins. She was a masterpiece; a goddess with curves that promised endless pleasure. Her behind, so perfectly round and plump, beckoned to my hands, begging for their touch.

As she inched closer to me, all I could think about were the various dirty things I wanted to do to her – the ways I wanted to please her, hear her moans escape into the night as I lapped at her enticing lips, and felt her trembling around me with each thrust within her.

My gaze followed her as she slowly moved around the room, silently admiring the art dotted around the room. I have never seen anyone like this before, her walk a slow seductive sway in her hips, each stride she took, bringing her closer towards me. I stood buttoning my blazer. Arousal filled my veins as I heard some of their conversation, and when I cleared my throat I interject in their conversation to introduce myself. I couldn't help myself. As I stepped closer, her eyes found mine. Her beauty was even more profound close up. Her captivating brown gaze ensnared me from afar, and her warm smile melted my heart. Suddenly I felt lost in her spell.

'You must be Miss Daily, it's a pleasure to finally put a face to a name.

When Marcus mentioned your beauty, I never could have imagined it would be this enchanting.'

I took her soft hand in mine and kissed it tenderly, never breaking eye contact.

I inhaled the fragrant aroma of her perfume deep into my lungs. I yearned to bury my face in her neck and savour the fragrance that permeated her skin. A strong craving roared within me, an urge to explore every inch of her with my mouth and tongue, to discover if her entire body was as enchanting as its scent.

The strong feeling of lust coarsed through my veins. I wanted to see if it was just purely physical attraction or whether we could connect more on other topics. This was the first time meeting her but I had a strange feeling deep down that she was different from all the other women I had been with in the past. A part of me was fighting with the thought of the idea. I was already burned once before. The memory still not lost from my mind. Could this really be that different? I thought to myself. Well, we'll have to see what happens won't we.