The Bad Boy Next Door

Chapter 35 - Bradley Simon and Clark Morris

At exactly twelve thirty Miles showed up at my front door. The sight of him was quite unreal. He did what I requested and came in clothes that didn't look like something a seventeen year old boy would wear. Instead, here he is in a shirt and black trousers. His hair has been combed back and he is wearing a pair of expensive laced up shoes.

"They are my Dad's." He said as he caught me looking down at his feet.

"Lovely. Now get your ass in here so we can discuss our plan." I said letting him in.

"You look nice." He said. Butterflies rose into my stomach and a familiar heat surrounded my cheeks and neck surging its way around my body. I wonder if he knows how his words effect me. If he did, things would probably be different.

"You look nice too." I grinned not looking him in the eye. I can't. If I do my heart will break because I know what I want, I can't have and it breaks me every time I think or see him.

"Thank you Miss Warren." He smirked taking a seat at the bottom of the stairs. He looked around and then to me. "Where are your parents?"

"They aren't here." I said. I had settled with a white denim skirt and a tight fitting smart stripped top then ended the look with a black jacket. I look like a business woman who lives in the city not a sixteen year old who still gets giddy from a single text from a boy.

"Shall we head off?" I said.

"We are a little early." He said.

"Well it will give me time to calm down if we go early." I said making my way to a pair of baby pink heels that I hadn't worn since Milly's birthday last year. I put one foot in at a time and found my balance. They are still a perfect fit.

"Wow." A deep voice from behind me said. I turned to see Miles stood right next to me. He grinned as he looked down at my choice of foot wear.

"Miss Warren, those shoes should be illegal."

"Well Bradley, I have my fiancee to thank." I joked. We seem to be doing this whole engagement stuff well.

Miles looks fine, he will easily be able to pass for a twenty one year old with the small stubble he has developed but I am still as nervous that he may see right through me.

"Elena let's get a move on."

"Alright Mr Simon." I said. This was getting funnier as time went on.

"Please, call me Bradley Miss Warren." He took my hand which sent more shivers down my spine. Mr Simon really does effect me.

"Well then Bradley, you can call me Elena."

"Well Elena let's get going."

I shut my front door behind me. We do look fractionally overdressed. We look like we could be attending some expensive event with the way we are dressed.

"My car is just outside." He didn't let go of my hand as we where outside my driveway and onto the road. There where neighbours who where sat in the gardens looking at us and people who where walking past where giving second looks. Most of the woman where looking at Miles of course. He does look incredibly good looking.

I hadn't quite registered how low Miles Porche was. He insisted on keeping the roof on and I went happily with that decision. The last thing I want is for my over done hair to look like a storms hit it when I get out of the car. Miles was a gentleman and opened up the door for me, he assisted me getting down into the car then shut the door behind me.

His car smelt of cologne and cigarette smoke but weirdly, it smelt nice. Don't get me wrong, I have never liked smoking but in this incidence, the two smells go together well. But with that, I feel like I have entered a man's cave, I feel wrong sat here like I am not good enough to be sat here. I know so many girls have been sat right in this spot it makes me feel sick but I can't have these thoughts right now. I need to focus on the task in hand and that is Clark Morris and Miles and us being able to pull off being a happy engaged couple.