My Dear Paid Lover (ON HOLD) (RAW)

Chapter 5

Dan

It has been three hours since she texted me. Since then, I had been feeling restless and excited at the same time. I have to wait for another 2 hours before I can finally meet her. That's just so fucking long.

I stared again in the picture in my hand. There's something in her beautiful green eyes that makes me feel like floating. I know I sound like a teenage girl right now, but I never felt like this before. Especially not with a mere picture. Maybe I'm going crazy? Man, I don't know. I am being cheesy right now, but the more I stare at her picture, the more I want to see her. There is really something about her face and somehow, deep inside, I feel that I had known her face forever.

I need to see her. Not by mere necessity, as I had been bombarded with calls and messages from my grandma, my granddad, some friends and a lot of people from the media. Like seriously, I didn't say that I am amputating my foot so I couldn't drive anymore, did I? What the craze is all about? Sometimes, I just can't understand people. I need to see her because I just need to. There's something about her that extremely attracts me. And well yes. It's also because I'll be a major laughing stock when the world finds out about my lie.

I stared at my watch impatiently. I need to wait for another 1 hour and 50 mins. Damn. That was only 10 mins since I last checked? This clock is ticking so slow. I just can't wait anymore. 

This is crazy, I feel like I am a boy whose about to have his first sex. And I wasn't even this excited before I had my first sex. I knew what to expect then, and had done some pre-sexual life exercises before actually doing the act. 

This is very different. 

I don't know how to handle it later. I don't know what will I feel when I finally see her. Will I still feel this thrill that I'm feeling when I actually see her? I hope so. This thrill is a damn good feeling. Somehow, I know that she will blow me away. Will I ask her for dinner? Definitely. I would not give her wallet back before she agreed to have a dinner with me. And then I will tell her about my situation. I just need to make her agree about my plan and then I'll be able to spend a lot of time with her. 

 Damn Austin still hasn't called since my instruction to him. I gave him her name, contact number and the library she goes to. That's a pretty good information, he should have gathered something about her by now. I wonder why she goes to this public library though, doesn't her university has library? It would had been excellent if I only get her background.

My phone rings and I saw Austin's number. Finally.

"What did you find?" I asked Austin.

"Whoa boss, calm down. I have her basic information."

"And?" I asked impatiently.

"I'll fax my report to you. I'll be able to give you are more detailed report tomorrow." He replied.

"Good. Thank you Austin." 

"Uhm boss?" Austin hesitantly asked.

"What? Fax it now." I snapped at him.

"Yes I'm faxing it right now. Just want to tell you that I saw you interview. OK bye boss! Good luck!" He said before immediately hanging up.

Damn that young geezer! He knew I was lying and that I was looking for information for my supposedly girlfriend. That was very embarrassing. I will kill him next time I see him.

My thoughts were interrupted when I saw the paper on my fax machine. Finally. I impatiently took the paper from the fax machine and sat on my chair.

Name: Madison Allie Brown Alie? So that's how she came up with Maddie. Madison and Allie.

Age: 21 Fuck. She's young. I expected this though, she looks young in her picture. I should be thankful she's legal.

Birthday: February 2, 1996

Status: Single Now that's a good news.

Height: 1.69 m Oh hell yeah.

Weight: 118 lbs Too skinny.

Occupation: Student, Bachelor of Arts in Fine Arts; Part-time Staff, Pandayen's Bookshop and Cafe. Fine Arts, cool.

Address: #332A Alfonso Building

Mother: Felicity Brown, deceased

Father: Alfred Scott, deceased Her parents are dead and were not married?

A pang of hurt and guilt came into me. Am I about to take advantage of this young woman, who does not have anyone for her? No, I'm not going to hurt her. And I am not going to force her to do anything that she's not willing to do.

I faced my laptop and typed Madison Allie Brown in my Facebook search. One result found. Gotcha. I cannot see her face in the picture, but her fiery red hair is much more of an indicator that I got the right page. So that's why I was not able to find her earlier. It's a very good thing she didn't use Madison Brown, or most probably the press would have already found her page. Actually, they probably found her page already... I looked at my watched to check the time. One hour and thirty minutes to go. Oh to hell with the time. I think I had waited long enough. Now that I have her home address and know where she works, nothing can stop me from seeing her. I took my jacket and head out the door.