The Girl He Never Noticed - S01 E03

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The Girl He Never Noticed - S01 E03

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 3

Eros' POV

"Hi. Um... I'm Gretchen." The girl who wore a black miniskirt and gray shirt with a plunging neckline giggled. Her eyes were flirtatious, batting her thick false eyelashes at me.

"I'm Summer." The other girl flashed her even white teeth. Her bright red lipstick made her lips pop out.

"Yes?" Donovan frowned, asking the girls what they wanted.

"Um... would you mind, if we join you?"

Donovan looked around, checking for a vacant table. He cleared his throat and smiled at them. "There are still a lot of vacant tables around."

Both girls flushed and then giggled, eyeing at me.

"Actually, um... we just want to introduce ourselves." The girl called Summer swayed her hips and bent a little to flaunt her cup DD breast size.

"Ok. I'm Bond. James Bond," I heard Donovan introduce himself. I was amused, my eyebrows rose at him. I was still on the phone, giving instructions to my executive secretary.

The two girls lifted their eyebrows, and then shrugged their shoulders.

"Um... what's his name?" One girl pointed her forefinger at me.

"Stark. Tony Stark."

I almost choked on my coffee when I heard him say Iron Man's name.

"You're kidding, right? He couldn't be Iron man."

"Whatever." The girl with a red lipstick looked at me with puppy-dog eyes.

"Um...we're wondering if you could hang out with us later. Go to the mall, watch a movie, and then go to a bar or something."

"We're very busy, girls. We have a lot of work to do. We don't have the time for that," I heard Donovan rejected their offer lightly.

"Ohh...that's so boring."

"Ya, and a very lame excuse. I'm sure your boss wouldn't mind." The other girl stomped her feet childishly.

I had enough of them. I turned off my phone and faced the girl who stomped her feet, "Awww, it's so cute when you try to talk about things you don't understand. I bet the smartest thing that has ever come out of your mouth was a pe*is."

The girls glared at me and then looked at each other's eyes. It took them a while to register that I insulted them. With furious eyes, they stormed out of the coffee shop.

Donovan Grant, who was more than just my personal driver and bodyguard, drove my Bugatti Veyron this morning. I had a hangover. I drank too much alcohol last night. I attended a friend's birthday party. The crowd was full of socialites and celebrities. It was rather wild. Damn it! I even brought a girl to my apartment. Not just any girl, but the famous model, Kendra Packer.

I usually dated a girl thrice before bringing her to my apartment. But last night, when Kendra Packer was introduced to me, she wouldn't leave my side. She was clutching my arm all the time. I didn't have a reason to complain, because she was smokin' hot and gorgeous. Every man at the party wanted her. And she knew how to use her prowess to attract every single man; that was why she was very confident that she could have me.

She was marvelous in bed, an expert in every position. I was shocked how she often brought me to the edge of ecstasy. She knew how to turn a man on, the pleasure points that drove a man crazy. Damn! How did she learn all of that?

Jade's POV

"Wait! Please wait!" I shouted at the top of my lungs and ran towards the bus stop. But the bus driver didn't hear me, and closed the door.

"No!" Panting, trembling, breathless, I groaned with disappointment. The bus left, when I was just a few steps away from the bus stop. Now, I had to wait for another ten to fifteen minutes for the next bus. I would be late for work, which never ever happened before. I felt so tired last night that I overslept. I was so stupid, I forgot to set the alarm clock.

I dug out my phone in my bag to text Mrs. Chang that I would be late. I was scrolling my phone's contacts when I came across Joseph's number. I stored his number last night, despite having no intention of calling him.

Joseph Nevin was our neighbor in New Jersey. Blond, cute with dimples, tall and lean. He looked like the young Brad Pitt. Aside from his good looks, he was also smart, very humble, God-fearing and very compassionate.

For me, he was the kindest man I'd ever met. All the qualities that I wanted in a guy, he had it all. He was Perfect. My Prince Charming, Knight in Shining Armor, Dream Boy and my Mr. Right.

I grew up having him as my best friend, my adviser, my protector and...my boyfriend. Well, he didn't know that, but in my mind, he was. We even got married in my dreams and lived happily-ever-after, in a castle, surrounded with infinite love, peace, and happiness.

Yeah, I was crazy, so crazy in love. I loved him for years and I was determined to have him as my boyfriend, and eventually, my future husband. I wanted him to be my first in everything: first kiss, first love, first boyfriend, and my first sexual encounter.

But Joseph thought of me as his little sister, who used to tag along behind him, wherever he went. He was an only child and having me with him always, made him feel like an older brother. That's what he said all the time, maybe because of our five year age gap. But I wished we wouldn't remain in sibling zone, forever.

The last time we saw each other was not worth reminiscing about. It was very humiliating, on my part. It happened two years ago, I was eighteen and had just graduated high school. Dad's health condition was getting worse at that time and his body didn't respond to the medical treatment anymore. We lost everything, our car, savings, including our house. We were just fortunate that the new house owner allowed us to stay for two weeks to find a new place to settle down. I was so miserable, but I was trying to be strong, for my family, especially for Dad. I wanted him to fight for his life and not to lose hope.

Joseph was there to comfort me. He taught me how to be strong, to be brave and trust everything to God. Since he was a nurse, he explained to me the nature of Dad's disease, the symptoms, the disease process, medical procedure performed, the medications, and everything that I didn't understand.

We were sitting on the couch, talking, mostly about Dad. His arms were around me and his fingers ran through the silkiness of my ginger hair. He loved my hair and never failed to touch it every time we were together. That's why 'Ginger' had always been his pet name for me.

I settled in his warm embrace and rested my head on his chest. It felt like coming home, every time I was in his arms. I listened to his heart, it pounded evenly, in a normal rhythm, like music. But mine was hammering wildly. I smelled his manly scent, hmm, so divine. Then, I touched his strong arms and feasted my eyes on his attractive face. Everything about him enthralled me and drugged my senses. The tingling in the pit of my stomach wouldn't stop whenever I was with him.

I held his eyes, studying his expressions. I was looking for some clues and signs on what he really felt for me. If he developed a special interest in me, he had no intention of showing it.