How to Catch Butterflies (28 page)

Rebecca looked at the long kitchen island. She had been caught by a blaze of white; there were vases upon vases of White Singapore orchids.

“Oh My God! Are these…” she paused, “from him? From George?” she asked.

Noticing Lucy’s red eyes, as she walked towards her friend, yes she had been crying. Then she saw the array of cards scattered around Lucy. Each handwritten, the same seven words on all
‘I love you, please forgive me. G.’

“Oh Luce, I’m so sorry. When did these come?” She gasped. “Who bloody delivers flowers late at night?” She asked.

“The first ones came as soon as you left. I thought it was you. I thought you had forgotten something and they’ve been coming ever since.”

Rebecca felt awful, Lucy had been there for her when she needed someone most. She hugged her tightly “Love you Luce.” They sat there for a while chatting and laughing, the night had called in its dues and they each went to their beds.

Lucy arrived at work; her poor P.A. met her at the lifts. She almost had to run, to keep up with Lucy’s quick pace, as they headed towards her office.

“Lucy, I’m really sorry. When I got here this morning most of them were here already,” she apologized. “And they didn’t stop coming.” She stood there her hands clasped together as if in prayer.

“It’s ok.” Lucy answered wondering ‘
what the hell she was going on about’
. She opened the door to her office, to see a sea of orchids. The fragrance hit her immediately. It was a breathtaking sight. She walked in and closed the door skimming through the handwritten cards. The same message on each;
‘I love you, please forgive me. G’.

Lucy tip toed through the limited space on the floor to her desk. There was a white box, with a beautiful white pussycat bow. She lifted the lid revealing a white satin covered interior, inside was an IPod with a yellow sticky note on it saying;
‘Play Me’
.

She put the ear buds in her ear and sat down pressing play as she did, ‘The Christians - Words’ rang in her ears, the song played.
Lucy
could feel the tears slowly roll down her cheeks; she could feel the choking lump build in her throat, as she tried to suppress it.

George was talking to her through music, as she refused talk to him. She stood up pulling out the ear buds, dropping the IPod into her waste basket as the song still played.

“Cheating mother fucker,” Lucy said as it clanged in the bottom of her bin.

Lucy held her head high as she walked out her office, to one of her various meetings.

Later, Rebecca called her to give her the update on ‘Hunky Harvey’. He was taking her out for dinner again, but he would be collecting her at 7:30pm at theirs.

At lunch time, Lucy was out with Deb’s and Sarah, they were going to the small bistro around the corner. Tonight there was a gig, the girls favorite band were gigging. She agreed to go only to pacify them as they squealed with delight.

That’s when she saw George, there he was leaning against his car, and she knew he had seen her.

*

Yes, George had seen her. She was with work colleagues and he thought better in embarrassing her in front of them with his pleas. She had seen him and that was all he cared about, as long as she knew he was there. He would remain there until she listened to him. George didn’t want to lose her. He loved her. So, he would come back and keep coming back for as long as it took to get her attention. He didn’t care how long it took either.

*

The day rolled on with a series of meetings, finally Lucy’s working day was over. She had tomorrow booked off, for some reason, and then she remembered it was for something for George.
Feck it, didn’t matter plus she could go out tonight without the worry of getting up mega early probably dying of a self-induced hangover
.

Over lunch the girls had arranged to meet up with each other at a local bar not far from the music venue. She hurried home, jumping in the shower, grabbing her jean and her Foo Fighters T that she had got backstage at one of their concerts. A bit of lippy and mascara and she was out the door on her way to meet the girls.

As she walked into the bar she was met by “Oye… Oye… Oye” from the two girls who had half of their drinks gone, which were raised in a salute to her entrance. She joined them in a drink before they headed off.

As normal the place was packed, with Sarah leaning in to her.

“Good thing we’re on the guest list. You wouldn’t stand a chance of getting in tonight the place is heaving.”

Lucy nodded her head in agreement as they made their way through the crowd, to the bar, the night had just begun.

The place was swaying with the bodies, it was a bit too packed for Lucy’s liking. She tried to lean in to tell the girls that she wanted to go, they hadn’t heard her. The band were playing their final song for the evening, when she tried again, this time it was Deb’s who heard her.

“Going? I don’t think so Lucy. What about the after party? Come on…don’t go,” Deb’s could see she was falling on deaf ears, and looked to Sarah to back her up, “Sair, Lucy wants to go home,” as she pulled a sad face.

“Go Home!” shouted Sarah through the music “You can’t go home, it’s only early,” she shouted.

The song gig was now finished; they grabbed Lucy’s hands pulling her towards the door heading for after show party. She knew it was hopeless and gave up rather than putting up any more of a fight knowing she would never win with those two.

As the girls walked in, there was the handsome Adonis, Christopher Harper standing at the bar. He was with a group of people, when he caught sight of her. He put his glass down and walked towards her, she still had not seen him.

The band entered the room causing the two girls to shoot off, like moths to a flame. They were gone leaving Lucy standing there, on her own. She knew they would do this
she could have kicked herself for being stupid enough to listen to them in the first place
. If she left now, they wouldn’t even notice. Lucy started to head for the door, and that’s when she felt it. It was someone grabbing her wrist gently but firmly. Lucy spun around to give whoever had grabbed her, a piece of her mind, but was pleasantly surprised to see it was
him
.

“Hey Cinderella, you’re not leaving me again, are you?” He flashed his million dollar smile at her.

“What did you call me?” she asked amused by the tall attractive man who held her arm.

“Cinderella,” he gave her a playful wink.

She laughed, this was exactly what she needed and he had a lovely smile and come to bed eyes you could melt into,

“Why Cinderella?” She asked puzzled,

“Because you keep running off and leaving me, that’s why,” he laughed shrugging his shoulders. “So…I haven’t been drinking, so I can drive you home.”

“Oh really and what makes you think I would go with you,” she purred as she removed his arm from hers, meeting his intense gaze.

“Because Cinderella, I’m not letting you go anywhere without me tonight,” he pulled her to him meeting her lips. Surprisingly she found herself kissing him back
.

“Come on, let’s get out of here.” He said as he guided her out the exit to his car.

She couldn’t believe she was doing this; going off with a strange man. Walking to his car, he had stopped to kiss her passionately, before they both got into it. Christopher leaned in again, taking her face in his hands. Their tongues entwining, she ran her fingers through his hair, as she pulled him into her.

*

His hand wandered to her bust, he could feel her erect nipples through her T shirt, as he ran his tongue from her mouth down her neck Cinderella’s hand also moved from his chest to his groin, she lightly teased the surface of his trousers.

He leaned back as she nuzzled his neck; he could feel himself harden more with her every touch.

“Right my place is only around the corner, you okay to go there?” He asked with a burning desire flaming in his eyes.

Cinderella had got him real hard and ‘IT’ needed to be free.

“Uh huh” was all she could say as she nodded. Then he started the car and drove the short distance to his place.

He parked up in his parking bay in the underground parking. They both got out of the vehicle, they walked to his lift. Christopher pressed the button, waiting for the lift; they began to kiss, it soon turning into an urgent frenzy.

By the time they reached his penthouse, they were literally clawing at each other’s clothes. The doors opened to his apartment, their lips were still entwined. He stepped back her lips still on him, he slipped his jacket off letting it drop to the floor as he guided her backwards towards his bedroom.

He was showering her with deep kisses. She fumbled at first with his shirt buttons, undoing them one by one. Christopher kicked off his shoes, by the time they were in the bedroom, he was undoing the button on her jeans. He unzipped them, pulling them down over her hips, cupping her buttocks as he started bending to his knees.

Cinderella helped him by wiggling out of them. He knelt there, licking slowly, up her bare leg, caressing and flicking with his tongue as he moved up slowly working his way to her inner thighs.

She grabbed his chin pulling his face from there. “That’s not for you,” she purred standing above him.

“As you wish,” his tongue lingered.

His hand caressed, reaching up to her breasts, tweaking her nipples as he continued to run his tongue encircling her lower stomach. He moved slowly up to her breast, taking her nipple in his mouth, biting gently down, while he sucked and flicked it with his tongue.

Christopher’s tongue moved with intent, leisurely up to her collar bone, trailing his tongue and lips up to her neck.

*

Lucy had started undoing his trousers; she could feel his hardness through them. She had felt him earlier, and ‘IT’ seemed quite big, she let his trousers fall and there it was…his massive cock. She gasped at the size of ‘IT’. She slid her hand down onto his enormous length, her hand barely able to fully clasp around it as she massaged it up and down while she looked up at him. She still held his gaze as she slowly took him in her mouth.

She didn’t think she would get it all in as ‘IT’ was so big
; she edged slowly, easing down his huge length. He was filling her mouth, her jaws were already aching, she moved now with more vigor, dipping her head. She looked up at him, he now had his hands at the back of her head; she bobbed up and down vigorously.