Blinded By Love

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

When I got home that afternoon, I felt so exhausted. Not just physically exhausted but also mentally exhausted. I can't really comprehend the fact that Aunt Martha called and insulted me. She is hunting me again. I have been trying my best to forget everything that happened to me. I am trying to cope from those bad things, and to not dwell in my past anymore.

After two years of being free, why now? Why now that I'm being happy in my life. That I'm happily living my life to the fullest.

Why does my past keeps on hunting me?

I don't wanna go back to that miserable life again. I don't wanna experience that anymore. I want to forget everything in my past. I want to move on and be happier and to focus in the present and my future.

*****

At around 17:00 in the afternoon, I heard my doorbell rang. I went to see who it was, and when I opened the door, Stacy barged in without even acknowledging me. She brought a large purse full of make-up and girly stuff. She walked directly in my living room, getting cozy on my couch.

"What the hell Stace?!" I sneered "Why are you here and why did brought your girly kit in my house?" I asked very confused.

"Are you insane?! Did you forget about your date with Mr. Hottie?!" She asked bemused at me.

"What?! A date? Mr. Hot-"

Shit! I almost forgot.

"Oh yeah. Of course I have a date." I said warily. "So... I presume you're here to help me get ready?"

"Oh yes my dear! I am really excited for you! I have everything you need. Here's the make up, blower, curling iron..." She said excitedly while taking out her stuff in the bag. "Uhm... I don't have a dress for you though. I hope you have one."

"Yeah. You can pick one on my closet for me."

"Ok let's get started!" She squealed.

*****

After an hour and a half of preparing, Stacy led me to my full length mirror. Me being shocked is a big understatement. My loose curls are flowing half way through my back, my make-up is naturally perfect, and my black cocktail dress with matching red stilettos fits perfectly.

I like it!

"Oh My God Stacy! I look like a model! How did you manage to do that?" I asked. I really can't believe that the person on front of me is as perfect as a model.

"Oh well. Just a little bit of this and a little that." She shrugged. "What time will Mr. Hottie be here? It's almost 19:00" she asked.

Right on cue, I received a text message from Harry.

Hey Sweet cheeks. I'm on my way to pick you up. I'll be there in about 15 minutes. I know I'm a little early but I really can't wait to see you. X -H

After reading his message I immediately replied.

Sure. I'll be waiting. See you in a bit. -S

I turn to Stacy and said, "He's on his way. He'll be here in about 15 minutes."

"Great! I hope everything's gonna be perfect. You deserve it." She said.

"Thank you Stacy."

*****

After 15 minutes of waiting, we heard the doorbell went off and Stacy runs to the door to open it.

"Hi Harry! You look perfect! Come in." I heard Stacy squealed.

"Hi Stacy." Harry greeted her. "Is Sammy ready? I can't wait to see her."

"Of course. Wait. I'll call he-"

I grabbed my red purse on the table, "No need. I'm here." I cut her off staring slash gawking at Harry.

Oh My Fucking God!

Harry's wearing his white button down shirt under his suit with matching black slacks and a black leather shoes. His hair was styled perfectly. He looked so damn Perfect!

He must have caught me gawking at him and smirked, "My eyes are up here, Sweet cheeks."

I blushed from my embarrassment and I heard Stacy giggled.

Giggled?!

"It's time for us to go. Thank you Stacy for helping me." I said and urged Harry to go out of the house.

"Can't wait to have me all for yourself?" He said smirking at me.

"You wish, Simpson." I said and he led me to his Jeep. "Nice car."

"Thanks." He said then winked.

*****

"Are we there yet?" I asked again. We've been driving for about 20 minutes now and I'm I'm getting antsy to see where we're going.

"No, not yet. Patience, Sweet cheeks, patience." He said smiling at me.

"But we've been driving for almost half an hour now." I said whining. "Are we really having dinner or are you just pretending to be my date to kidnap me?" I asked teasing him.

"Trust me. I'd rather take you home than kidnap you." He winked. I rolled my eyes smiling at him.

I'm about to tell ask him if we're almost there when suddenly his car came to a halt and made me hit my head on the passenger seat. He laughed and I gave him a death glare. "Not funny."

"I'm sorry. Your just so cute." He said smiling. He then gets out if his car and went to my side to open the door. He took my hand and we walked directly inside the L'Amina, an Italian restaurant.

"Good evening Mr. Simpson. Welcome to L'Anima. Your table for two is now ready. If you could just follow me and I'll lead you there." Louis, the receptionist said, smiling and leading us to our table.

"Hi. My name is Sheila. And I'll be serving you for tonight." Sheila, the waitstaff beamed flirtatiously at Harry which he didn't bother because he's busy staring at me. Good!

Sheila must have notice Harry's lack of attention to her so she just gave us our menu and waited for us to order. When we gave her our orders, she made her way through the kitchen without any second glance to us.

*****

The dinner went well and we both had a lot of fun. We talked about random things, like we always do and laughed at each others funny moments we had talked about. It feels so good having dinner with Harry. There's no awkward silence or awkward tension between us. We both had an amazing dinner.

We were about to leave the restaurant when I caught a middle-aged woman staring at me and Harry.

No no no! This can't be happening.

I can feel my eyes burning from the tears that are welling up my eyes. The women made her way to us, glaring at me with an evil smile plastered on her face.

"What are the odds." She said coldly. "Fancy seeing you here, Sammy." She said emphasizing my name.

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A/N:

Hello guys! Here's another update. Cliffhanger, I know. Haha!

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