It’s Monday, and I’m here again with yet another heart-warming tale of love, romance, and happiness.
If you love outing at the beaches, I’m sure you’ll like today’s short love story set against the backdrop of a beach wedding.
See what happens when Katie Moss accidentally bumbs into her new boss, Jonathan Day, at her friend’s beach wedding.
Have you ever thought about your own wedding?” Mom yelled folding my hot pants into a neat square.
“Mom, please. Not now.” My nose scrunched as I lay over my yellow bridesmaid’s dress on the iron table.
Today was my best friend’s Aanya’s wedding. I was so excited for the beach wedding that I was least interested in spoiling my mood. So, I just let go in front of mom.
“See, Anya that fat piglet is also getting married, and my slim and beautiful girl couldn’t bait a decent boyfriend.” Mom kept the folded clothes in the cupboard and started arranging the shoes, strewn all over on the carpet flooring.
Now, how could I tell mom for how long I had been eying my boss. The handsome and reserve Texas boy, Jonathan Day.
The first day I met him in the conference room, and he swept me off my feet. And, when I got to know I was appointed as a personal assistant to the new managing director of Hannah Cook Tours and Travels, I was all set to woo him.
But, all my efforts went in vain when the new appointee Ms. Tracy Elseworth started dropping into Jonathan’s cabin now and then.
The two had long meetings inside his closed cabin though I knew they were purely professional, and Jonathan only dictated press releases about the company’s new packages. However, I could smell something fishy brewing in between them. The way Tracy talked about Jonathan during our coffee or lunch breaks made me believe she was drooling over sexy and polite Jonathan.
“I’ll be late. Don’t wait for me for the dinner.” I put myself into the yellow sundress that snugly fitted onto my curves and scooted past mom. She was still busy in arranging my room.
I and mom stayed together in my two-bedroom apartment in the serene locality of Emerald Falls. My Dad left mom for his colleague when I was eight years old. Mom had some on and off flings during my growing up years, but she couldn’t adhere herself to anyone. Perhaps, the insecurity that a step parent could bring in always stopped mom from going forward in any of her relationships.
“It’s an afternoon wedding, isn’t it?” Mom shouted tailing me till the front door of my flat.
“Indeed it is but the wedding will be followed by a beach party and a reception at Tino’s. And I can’t come before Danny and Aanya leaves for the honeymoon. So, it will be late.”
“Tino’s, oh my, my. That plush restaurant on the Marina Beach.” Mom’s eyes widened with surprise.
“Yeah, that one.” I adjusted the sling of my purse on my shoulder before making my way to the exit.
“OK, keep me informed or I’ll call you.”
“I’ll call you if I couldn’t return by nine. Is that fine?” I finally spun and hugged her. How nervous she would get whenever I stepped out of the house. I had told her several times that I was no kid. That I was a twenty-eight-year-old woman, but she wasn’t ready to stop obsessing about her grown up 5 feet 7 inches tall daughter who had strawberry blond hair.
Whatever it was, I loved my mom and looked forward to tolerating her obsessive compulsive disorder tendencies till eternity. I wanted her to be with me all the time.
The traffic was mild, and the ride to the Marina didn’t take more than twenty minutes. That’s what I liked most about the Emerald Falls. It was close to the beach, close to the city center, and close to my workplace too–The Hannah Tours and Travels Company.
“Shit, Again Jonathan Day has started messing up with my mind. Shoo…Go away, Mr. Jonathan. I ain’t let you enter my head.” The moment I rammed my thumb onto the touch button of the car audio, it started playing–Everything I do, I do it for you.
Bryan Adam helped me focus on the ride, and I reached the venue on time.
But, when I reached I saw Jonathan sitting on one of the several chairs arranged neatly on the sandy coast. The blue water shimmered under the golden afternoon sun.
My heart raced as he stood from his chair and sauntered toward me.
“Hello, Ms. Moss.”
“Oh, Hello, Mr. Day.” My voice wobbled as for the first time I noticed him looking at me, focused, unbothered. It wasn’t professional, wasn’t friendly, but something else. Perhaps, a stare of desire, a stare of love, full of passion and yearning.
Did he want me the same way I wanted him?
“I think there’s still some time for the wedding. Would you mind a stroll up to the Tino’s”
“What?” My brow furrowed. I never expected he would ask me to accompany him. He always avoided me at the office, never meeting my lustful glances. In fact, he all the time kept himself busy with Tracy. What happened today that he was asking me to go along with him for a beach walk?
“Stroll, Ms. Moss. Would you mind?” He gave me a quizzical look.
“Oh, no. Not at all. I would love to.”
“So, how was your day today?” he asked, tilting his head.
“It’s great…” I smiled, hiding my nervousness, as we strolled on the warm sand.
Nobody of us talked as we walked up to the Tino’s.
“I think it is still time. Would you like to grab a cup of coffee?” He asked, looking at his silver wristwatch.
To me, it sounded like an impromptu date but for him, I thought, it was just having some coffee with a colleague.
I was surprised when he pulled back a chair for me, but in the following breath, I quickly convinced myself. He was a gentleman and pulling back a chair for a woman who happened to be his PA was nothing more than a polite gesture or his way of making me feel comfortable.
When he seated across from me, I indeed had difficulty breathing and when he gazed me without saying a word as we waited for the coffee, it indeed made me feel hot down there.
“Ms. Moss. I want to ask you something.”
“Oh, yeah, sure Mr. Jonathan.”
“I always wondered where I stand with you, but I think now is the right time to stop standing and start walking along with you.”
“I couldn’t get you, Mr. Day.” My eyes crinkled at the corners.
“Would you like to come for a dinner with me tonight? Anyways, the wedding will get over by evening.”
“Oh, it’s perfectly fine, Ms. Moss if you have someone else. I just…” He wiped a hand over his sweaty forehead and then loosened his red silken tie knot.
“No. No. No. I mean… Yes. I mean I would love to go for a date. I mean dinner with you.”
“That’s great, Ms. Moss. So let’s get going… I think we are here for Danny’s wedding.”
“Aanya’s wedding. I’m here for Aanya’s wedding.” I shook my hand.
“Oh, Okay. For me, it’s Danny’s wedding.”
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