Can't you just text me before you come over like any normal person?

Part 11

Missy took a deep breath as she stepped out of the cab.

It was Friday and she was here for her....date.

Wearing a light blue, tight fitting dress that fell to the knees and pair of nude heels she looked every part the perfect date. Her long caramel hair was lightly tonged and her make-up smoky and sexy. She would have turned the head of any man, let alone her date, but right now her thoughts weren't on him...

She stepped out into the cool night air and stared around sadly, looking for someone. Hoping that at any moment he would come rescue her.

That she would feel his hand in hers and they would run off giggling, and end up sitting on a rooftop somewhere, eating chimichangas and staring at the stars.

But there was no sign of anyone in a red suit this time. No hero to come and rescue her.

She flicked a strand of hair from her face and strutted forwards into the restaurant.

The room was warm and dimly lit and all around people sat, drinking, laughing and chatting happily.

Her eyes darted through the crowd hoping to spot a red and black mask but there wasn't one...

"Melissa," said a sudden voice behind her.

Missy spun around, with a smile.

"Wade, I-" she started, but as she turned, she saw that the figure behind her wasn't the man she wanted to see at all.

It was the asshole- as Wade had called him.

His real name was David and he stood here, tall with dark hair and a charming smile, dressed in a white shirt unbuttoned at the collar.

Missy faltered for a second, her heart dropping, before composing herself and flashing him a smile.

"David, it's good to see you..." she uttered as he leaned in towards her.

His lips moved towards hers, but at the last second, Missy turned her head, feeling them graze her cheek instead.

As he pulled away he shot her a frown before grinning once again, placing hand to her back.

"I asked for the table over here in the corner," he said leading her over to a small booth, tucked away out of sight from the other diners.

Missy couldn't help but shudder at their contact and quickly peeled herself away from him, taking a seat.

For a very long time she had really liked him. They had been introduced by a mutual friend not long after Missy had moved to the city. They had met at a bar and chatted all evening. He was tall, handsome and had a lot of charm and she had fallen for him straight away. They had kissed that night and Missy's heart had raced with happiness.

But the next day when she had tried to call him it had just gone through to voicemail...

Then, the next week, she saw him again, at the same bar but with a different girl this time, his hands all over her...his lips too. Missy had just gone home and cried.

She had seen a him out a few times after that, with girl after girl after girl on his arm, but even that didn't make Missy want him less. It only made her more and more jealous. She liked him, she couldn't help it. The way he had looked at her, talked to her... he was all she could think about.

Then a few months ago, she turned up at the same bar again with friends. A new dress on, her hair straight and glossy and suddenly David had been at her side once more, his hands slipping his way around her waist. And she had fallen for it, hook line and sinker...