“Babe, hurry up or you’ll be late for training.”
“I can’t find my car keys.”
“They’re on the tray by the door where they usually are.”
“Ok, got them.”
I head out to the hallway and as I see Anton, my heart flutters as it always does when I catch sight of him. Pure perfection made up of solid muscle with dreamy good looks crafted by Angels. How did I get so lucky?
He grins as he sees me. “Thanks, babe. What are your plans today?”
I shrug and move into his arms as I always do before he leaves the house and plant a soft kiss on his lips. “Mm, you taste of me, babe.”
He pulls me tighter against him and murmurs, “The best in the world. You’re too tempting to ignore, and I’ll get in trouble if they discovered I’d broken the no sex rule before training.”
Giggling, I press my body against him and he groans, “Stop it, babe. You know I’m running late and this isn’t fair.”
I smile sweetly. “I’m only reminding you of what’s waiting at home when you see all those girls will be waiting to take my place when you show up at the training ground.”
Anton shakes his head and smiles, “No worries there, nobody can hold a candle to you. You know you’re the only girl for me.”
He winks and heads out of the door and as it closes behind him, I sigh inside. He always says everything I want to hear except one thing. I am so desperate to become his wife, but he doesn’t appear in any hurry to make it official. Instead, I live under a cloud of uncertainty because he lives with temptation every day of the week. Anton Richardson is at the top of his game and with the weekly pay he receives, accompanied with looks that should be illegal on a man, I have my work cut out in keeping him.
Feeling a little unsettled, I head into the kitchen to fix my breakfast. As usual, it consists of a few pieces of fruit and some low-fat yoghurt. I may have an amazing figure but I have to work extremely hard at keeping it that way, which reminds me Darren’s due later to put me through my paces.
As I think about Darren Hodges, my heart flutters a little and the excitement grips me. A hot load of trouble is Darren because he appears to be crafted from the same mould as Anton and just the sight of his hard, toned body doing strange things before my eyes is enough to send me delirious. I know I should be immune to other guys when I have such a fine one of my own, but I can’t help it. There is something about Darren that sets my pulse racing and the woman in me panting. I try not to think about it, but as usual, it’s never far from the surface. Sighing heavily, I think about the man that just left. I love him with all my heart and would do absolutely anything for him, but I must face the fact that I’m not sure Anton is as into me as much as I am him.
We may have just had morning sex, but that’s getting increasingly rare these days. We appear to have fallen into the category of twice a week and only when I instigate it. It bothers me a lot because I need sex like a drug and spend most of the time dealing with my urges myself, which is worrying when you consider the man that shares my bed. It makes me wonder if Anton really fancies me at all because thinking about the way Darren looks at me gets my pulse racing and makes all rationality leave the building. I would never act on it though. Why would I? Darren has made it crystal clear that he wants me, but I’ve kept him at arm’s length because I love Anton. In fact, I want nothing more than to make this work and start our lives together as a married couple. I just need him to propose and everything will slot into place.
Sighing, I head upstairs to get ready. This morning I’m heading out for some retail therapy because I’ve decided to buy some more sexy lingerie in a bid to spice up our sex life. Perhaps when the season finishes and we head to the Maldives, Anton will relax a little and become the man I know he is under the stress of being an athlete at the top of his game. It can’t be easy and the expectations are high. Yes, Anton is living under so much pressure, which reinforces that he needs a strong woman to make everything better when he returns home at night.
As I get ready, I glance out of the window and notice two people waiting at Arabella’s front door. By the looks of them, they could be her parents because even from across the small cul-de-sac, I can see the resemblance. I think about Arabella and worry about my friend. What has happened to her doesn’t bear thinking about. Not only are they facing financial ruin, but Anthony appears to have gone ‘over the side’ as they say, and I wonder who the mystery woman is. If it were me, I’d be a nervous wreck, and I have a new respect for Arabella. When she told me about Anthony’s illness, my blood ran cold. They are serious problems that make my own appear shallow in comparison, but then again, perhaps this is just the calm before the storm because I can’t stop thinking about what that stupid fortune teller said.
When I cast my mind back to that day, my heart starts thumping. She was so frightening and I’ll never forget the gleam in her eye when she told me my world was about to end. Who says that? Who looks at another human being and tells them, slightly hysterically, that she can see devastation in their future and so much pain I may never recover? Just thinking of it now gives me a headache and as for the Ten Commandments, what on earth was she going on about? I quickly googled them as soon as I got home and the only ones that applied to me were taking God’s name in vain. I really must stop that and have false gods. It’s no secret I worship Justin Timberlake, but that’s surely not what she meant.
I know I don’t go to church and regularly go shopping on a Sunday, but quite frankly I’m at a loss to think of any others that would affect me.
Sighing, I pull on my favourite Chanel dress and spray my favourite perfume. Yes, a morning spent shopping is just what I need to distract myself from my problems.