Never Too Late For Love

|Chapter 2|

So, the above photo is of Ansel. I hope you like him cuz I'm already in love with him xD but nevermind.

Ansel's POV

International Airport, London, 11:30 AM.

"I will surely talk to you, hot stuff. Don't worry You know I love you." I kissed her lips and She kissed me back with more force. Suzanne Smith is my current girlfriend in London with whom I'll be breaking up in 2 days as I'm going to New York for my further studies. Basically I'm a player. I date hot girls, get laid and then dump them. Girls happily throw themselves at me and I,Ansel Evans, accept them with my wide arms.

I was drifted back to the reality by Suzanne's bone crushing hug that nearly choked me. When she let go of me, I breathed rapidly. Gosh! I could have died. "Tell me you will miss me." Suzanne said. "I will miss you, hot stuff." I obeyed her and she hugged me Again! I rolled my eyes at her stupidity and bid her goodbye. She waved at me.

I hurriedly jogged off towards my mom who finally relaxed after seeing me.  "I'm sorry I'm--" I was cut off by my Mom who said," I don't want to know the name of the girl who you were with. Just check your passport and visa in your backpack. I hope you weren't that silly to forget them." She placed her hands at her hips and scowled at me. I smiled sweetly at her and assured her I have kept them. She sighed and relaxed. Out of nowhere, my big brother, Eric,  piped in and embraced me tightly.

"When did you come, Man?" I asked him. He goofily smiled at me and told him he was here with mom.

"So." He said.

"So what?" I asked him.

He rolled his eyes. " Are you excited to go back to New York and meet your girlfriend Bianca?" He smirked.

"Who Bianca? Oh! Bianca. Nah, not at all. "

He laughed loudly and said," Dude, You seriously need to grow up and stop fucking girls around. Why can't you settle with a perfect permanent girlfriend,huh?"

"Girls are like flights which comes every day and goes eventually. It's just upto which one you have to catch and which not." I smirked at him and he rolled his eyes.

My mother smacked my head and said," stop speaking badly about girls! How many times I have told you to respect girls but you never listen to me. Ansel Evans, if I catch you once again speaking ill about girls, Trust me there won't be anyone else in this world to save you from my wrath. Did you get it?" I nodded and smiled at her. She sighed and started looking intently at something. I followed her gaze and saw a lady ranting to a girl and a boy who pressed their lips tightly to not laugh.

The girl was extremely and I mean extremely hot and cute. She looked like a movie star though her outfit was simple denim jeans and jacket yet she really looked pretty. Pretty? What the hell! I never speak these words. Girls are either hot or not but a word like pretty never crossed my mind before. I stared at her as she hugged the boy next to her which I'm guessing might be her brother as they looked almost same and then hugged her mom.

"Ansel, your father wants to talk to you."  My mom replied solemnly.

"My father means your husband? You could have said it's your husband's call." I teased her and she glared at me.