As soon as I hear the first ring I disconnect the call, I got to calm down this is fucking pathetic even for me. I am acting like an immature teenager about to talk to the cute boy in school for the first time, cut this out, you are fucking 24 years old not 14. I jump up with the remaining beer chugging it down on the way to the kitchen, do a couple arm shakes and continue to say to myself stop this, you are above acting like this. I grab out the Jim Beam pour some into a shot glass, grab another beer and pop it open. I chug the Jim Beam and chase it with a long sip of beer, ugh that shit how do people drink this crap and why is this like the 2nd shot I've done in a matter of a week. This shit has been in my cabinet for almost a year and I never touched it, Warren Davenport what in the world are you doing to me? I walk over to the sofa with my can of beer take a huge chug and pick up the phone as I set the beer down on the end table. Ok, I think as I am terrified out of my skin as my phone begins to ring. Shit fuck it can't be dam it, I turn the phone over to see the screen and see that Warren is calling me back. Dam it, well you did call and let it ring once and hang up what did you expect? I was hoping that maybe I was quick enough that I hung up before it rang on his end, but apparently, I wasn't that lucky obviously. I take a deep breath and count to ten before I answer. "Hello," I say as casually as my shaking body will allow me to. "Hi Sophie, it's Warren is everything ok?" Crap, "yes why do you ask?" I say trying to sound like I have no reason to know why he is asking me that. "my phone rang three times and when I went to answer it the call was disconnected. I was just hoping you were ok, and it was just a bad signal, I waited a few minutes to see if you would call back but when you didn't I got a little worried." There he goes again acting like me, but I don't act my feelings are real. His feelings aren’t real they are just a good act of him showing kindness and being worried when of course he isn't, not for me anyway. He is such a fucking asshole does he really think I am that dense that I would believe him. Like a guy with everything that he possesses would give a rat's ass about someone like me, well guess again Davenport this girl has been around the block more times than she likes to admit and knows better than to believe your pathetic act of caring. "oh, that is because I went to call you and I was attempting to feed my cat at the same time and ended up dropping her water dish all over the floor, so I had to hang up to clean up the mess I made. I'm sorry if I worried you, I figured it didn't ring on your end because I only heard one ring on my end." That is the best excuse I could come up with on such a short notice, hope he buys it. He claims, "oh, sorry to hear that. But I am glad you are ok and glad you called. So, you have a cat? You said her what is her name? Sorry I'm bombarding you with questions here, I guess I'm just a little nervous." Ha, sure you are I think in my head. Don't you think you are laying it on a little too thick I mean come on you have to realize that this is getting hard to buy. I respond back "yes she, her name is Brandi, I rescued her about 6 months ago from the shelter. She was just a little fur ball, she was I think they told me a few weeks to a month old when I got her. I love animals I always had a soft heart for them and babies, those are two of my favorite things in the world at least things that I can't eat." I say as I giggle, childish I hear in my mind as I think oh Warren didn't kill you, you are back, how convenient. I continue, "You nervous, I find that very hard to believe that you would be nervous. I mean you must be aware of how attractive you are and probably have gorgeous women flocking to you at all times." I couldn't let that go, it had to be said I am not that fucking dumb as to believe you are nervous to talk to me, but I hate myself for stating the rest of the things I just inflated that already huge ego of his. I hear him laughing and say "are you kidding me, first off I do not find myself attractive at all, I am a run of the mill average looking guy, and as for women flocking to me, no that has never happened to me. It happens to Friends of mine all the time, but no not me. I have had a rough time finding a nice, good looking girl to even consider taking out on a date, now a days they are all about themselves and what I can do for them. It's about how much money I have, and how much you are going to be spending on them and things they want. Then if you don't have it or have the money and you just don't spend it on them then you are not worthy of them. So, like I said to you the day of the accident it was a nice change to come across and attractive woman like you, who wasn't at my throat and threatening to sue me for every dime I have because I wrecked their car." I am flabbergasted at his response, I am down right stunned, again Warren has left me with my mouth hanging open and at a loss for words. What is it about this man? I must have left too much of dead air because he continues, "I'm sorry I may be getting a little personal and be a little quick to share to much unneeded information. That is one of my down falls, all my friends have constantly told me that I share too much of myself and let my heart come through loud and clear and that is what attracts all the wrong girls. But I don't know how to be someone I am not." I am completely and utterly floored, I must think of something to say and quick because I will never be able to find words if he keeps on saying shit like that. Seriously either this man is a one in the world kind of guy, or he is just good at knowing how to say just the right shit and when to say it to make you believe him. What the fuck, come on Sophie think. I clear my throat, so he knows I am about to say something, as soon as I can think of something to say. I come up with, "Wow, I really am having a hard time believing that, I think you are much more than a run of the mill guy." Fuck yep there you go blowing up the ego. I continue with, "I can't imagine that your friends have girls flocking to them, but you don't have any. I cannot begin to imagine your friends are better looking than you." I regret that the minute the words leave my mouth and try to make a save, as I quickly state, " I mean maybe it is that you intimidate the women, maybe they think you are out of their league or they figure you must already be involved with someone. I do know what you mean about dating, I have had my fair share of fucked up relationships, and I too am the same way with what I like to call wearing my heart on my sleeve. My mom has always told me I have a way of attracting all of the losers, like I am loser magnet or something, that always made me feel good about myself." I laugh and continue, "but I can see why I have had issues with men but you, I just can't see you having a tough time dating." He says, "well believe it because I do, I actually gave up looking for a while, but when we had our accident I couldn't let you escape. I just had this weird sense that you were different, that there was just something that I can't explain there between us. I'm sorry again I say too much you will think I am fucking crazy, but I'm not. Then again I guess if I were crazy I wouldn’t be admitting I am." Unbelievable, I wonder if he really felt the same things that I felt that day. Like when he touched my hand and how I felt that there was some odd connection between us it's like he was able to read my mind. I don't know if I should agree with him or if that would just sound dumb, so I decide to keep that secret a while longer and not tell him about the electricity he sent up my arm when he touched my hand. I completely ignore all that and respond, "That's interesting, so what did you have in mind for tomorrow?" He tells me that he isn’t sure what to plan for tomorrow and he wanted to talk to me first and find out what kind of things I am interested in. Then he would make plans. We end up being on the telephone talking, laughing and spilling our guts out to each other for over an hour and a half, until I finally catch myself yawning into the phone and he says that he should let me go I sound tired. I realize I am disappointed and not ready to hang up with him. I am utterly pissed off at myself, because I find myself really falling for Warren Davenport to my utter disappointment. But I can't help it, I just pray to God that he is really who he is portraying to be and isn't just the best actor in the world. We have decided that he will pick me up at noon and we will go grab a quick bite to eat somewhere and then he said he will plan something out, but he wants to surprise me. So, I have no idea at all what he is planning for tomorrow. All I know is he said that I gave him enough information on things that I like to do and the food that I enjoy so that he can plan a surprise day trip for me. I think to myself this really and seriously is too good to be true. I suddenly flash back to reality as I wonder if he was able to get his truck back or if he got stuck with a clown car too. I know I didn't see much damage at all if any on his truck, that is what shocked me when they towed his truck off too. Oh well I don't have to worry about it he must have some means of transportation, after all he is picking me up and driving for the day trip he is planning. I go and jump in the shower and get ready for bed, I take notice I have a huge smile on my face and I am so excited for tomorrow. Shit, I have to figure out what I am going to wear, it is early October and I know the weather man is calling for abundant sunshine and I think the temperature is to be in the high 60's to early 70's. Well I can try to figure out my wardrobe after my shower, I am looking forward to jumping in there and just letting our telephone conversation replay through my mind. I need to try and find the slip ups that I know he had to have made, like they say to be a liar you must have a good memory, so you don't fuck up and forget your lie. I realize that I can't remember any slip ups and he seemed so honest, I really hate myself for thinking this but I think Warren may just be a real deal, at least I hope he is because I want to see that body without clothing and hear that sexy voice whisper sexual sweet nothings into my ear while we are having hot and wild sex together. I try to stop myself as I feel myself going to the edge at just the fantasies of fucking him, I can't imagine how it will feel to have him naked next to me and to be able to kiss him and touch him. Sophie Marie McIntosh stop this instant. I get out of the shower before I begin touching myself and don't ever want to come out. I throw on my oversized PJ's and brush through my hair and go to my bedroom closet. I find a cute out fit and an oversized sweatshirt that I can take along just in case I need to have something a little warmer. I mean I have no idea what this day trip is going to consist of, so I figure my best bet is to go in layers, that way I have enough to be warm, but I can also remove layers if I get too warm. I lay out the clothing on the rocking chair in my room, pull down the covers and jump into bed, hoping tonight's sleep consists of happy dreams not nightmares like last night. How can they be nightmares I think to myself when I am having visions and fantasies flying around my head of a naked Warren in bed with me fulfilling my every sexual need. I tell Brandi goodnight, snuggle under my sheets and close my eyes. Tomorrow is going to be a dream come true, I hope so anyways. |