The Journalist

The Journalist (Chapter ten)

Chapter Ten

Craig's POV

Crap, it was that witch of a woman I was going to marry. I tried to rack my brain for the best excuse. 

"Erm... i'm going to walk the dog."        

She rolled her eyes. "We don't have a dog, i'm going to ask you again, where are you going?"

Try again, smart arse, I thought to myself. "I think i've left my wallet at Cindy's, i'm going to go to her place to see if she's got it."              

That's more like it., she raised an eyebrow and pulled out my wallet from her pink bag.               

"You gave it me to go shopping, remember?Now we can do this the easy way, or the hard way."       

I didn't remember giving it her, Shontelle probably took it out my pants. I put the most charming smile on my face, her expression softened a touch, then I replied.                   

"I think I like it the hard way."

With out turning back to see how she reacted, I bolted out of the door, got straight into the Ferrari and drove off at top speed.

Bliss' POV

I was still lying down, tears were dried on my face and a sticky pool of them lay on the floor below me.                  

"Hello."                                                                                                                                                 
I jumped a mile and froze to the spot. There was a figure in the doorway blocking the sunlight, I held my breath as the figure approached me. As soon as they touched me I felt the familiar ice crawl across my skin, it was Drake. He held onto my wrists and I wriggled to face the floor, hiding my face in humiliation. He gently placed my wrists back down and scooped me up into his arms, I didn't protest, I closed my eyes and put my face close to his chest.

He sat down and I didn't move an inch, with his finger tips he moved my face away from his body and I looked into his sympathetic eyes.                                                                              
"Do you wanna talk about it?"

I shook my head.                                                                               

"You don't know how worried iv'e been, Erin. I thought, well... I thought you'd left with out saying good bye."                                                                                                                                                        

"I-I'm sorry" I croaked, the tears started to fall again. "I always mess up, I can't do anything right. My life is all over the place at the minute and I..."                                                          

I stopped when Drake brushed my tears away.                                                                              

"Don't cry, please. Let me make you a hot chocolate."                                                                          

He carefully picked me up, carried me into his apartment and placed me on the sofa.

*

Drake had definitely cheered me up, he was making jokes and I couldn't stop laughing, you wouldn't have guessed a couple of minutes ago I was a complete wreck. I took a sip of the hot chocolate with thick, whipped cream and managed to get my top lip covered in the stuff. Drake's reflexes were way quicker than mine, he wiped the cream off using his thumb, I laughed nervously and leaned in closer. It was like an invisible force was pulling us closer and closer together. Our lips met. Before it could go any further, I pulled away.