Remember Me?

Chapter Two

Chapter Two is here for you guys!

Picture of Blake (played by Ian Somerhalder). Is it getting hot in here? *SWOON* :)

- Bex. X

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Amelia couldn’t stop the smile spreading across her face. She had just met her childhood crush for the first time in 21 years and he was more handsome than she could have ever imagined. The years had definitely been kind to him. She closed her eyes and moaned at the thought. He wasn’t the conventional blond haired, blued eyed type that she sometimes went for, but he was devilishly good-looking and obviously women fell all over him.

She opened up her laptop and typed his name into a search engine: Find- Blake Goldstein.

He was tied to supermodels and various other striking, rich and powerful women and it was plain to see that Blake Goldstein was a world-class womanizer. She didn’t want to be the next key ring on his chain, yet she couldn’t help but feel attracted to his rugged good looks.

Of course, she had previously harboured a school girl crush on Blake but she was too scared to admit it, afraid of being subjected to merciless teasing by her brother James. He was a “big boy” and she was just a little kid, after all.

She used to watch them playing football from afar, writing Mrs Blake Goldstein in pink and purple gel pen in her favourite notebook.

When she moved away, she was heartbroken. She remembered how she had kissed him goodbye, tears blurring her vision before getting into her father’s car and driving off to Birmingham, never to see him again.

Until now.

She closed down the computer and sighed, tying her hair back into a loose topknot, slipping into some sweats and padding to the kitchen.

5.30.

Blake would be here at 7:00 and that would give her half-an-hour “me time” and an hour to get ready. She had planned her outfit as soon as she stepped in the front door.

“Oh Ahmeliaaa, buongiorno Bella!” Maria, the Italian maid smiled

“Good evening Maria, do you have any idea where my Dad is?” Amelia asked

The Crawford’s now lived in a large 6 bedroom mansion in a secluded part of London. Maria, a widow to an Italian baker, had been working with the Crawford’s since Amelia was 13 and she had become a close friend to all of the family.

“Mr and Mrs Crawford are out on the balcony Bella.” She beamed

“Grazie Maria.” Amelia turned and walked back up the stairs and onto the balcony overlooking the large 5 acre garden equipped with a swimming pool, bandstand and a large water fountain, a perfect party venue.

“Hello Cookie.” Her Dad smiled

Her mother turned and grinned, “Hi Amelia, sweetie. How did the interview go?”

“I got it!” she beamed

“Oh Cookie, that’s absolutely wonderful!” her Dad hugged her

“You’ll never guess who my new boss is!” Amelia could hardly contain her excitement.

“Who?” her parents chorused

“Blake Goldstein.” She grinned

“Goldstein, Goldstein,” he racked his brains, “As in... our Blake Goldstein. Blake Goldstein from... 21 years ago?”  Her father questioned