When Lightning Strikes

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

Chapter 6 (v.1)

Submitted: December 01, 2011

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A/N: I am SO SO SO SO sorry for the terribly late update! I was going to update around Halloween, but then one day, I couldn't get into Booksie! Shocking, I know. I was quite upset for the past few weeks and thought that somehow I would never be able to get back on until a few years or something, lol. I'm so dramatic. Anyway, as you can see, I'm back now!!! :) And I'm continuing WLS (there was a time when I nearly gave up on it). I hope you like this chapter xoxo

My father cleared his throat and crossed his arms tightly. “So Gracie, why don’t you tell me who this young man is?”

Uh-oh. He had called me Gracie, which he rarely did. I knew one thing for sure though – when he was mad, he liked to call me by my full name. This was not good – not good at all!

I started to fidget with my fingers, but realised that holding a knife at the same time wouldn’t end well. I placed the knife on the counter and looked up again. My heart was pounding so loudly that I wouldn’t have been surprised if they heard.

What was I supposed to say about Vince Fillion, the man who I had been casually dating in Paris? The worst part about it was that we weren’t even exclusive. Dad would never approve of ‘casual dating’ since he had treated mom like a queen and thought of me as his princess.

“Vince? Well I … I know him from France.” I choked. Why was he here standing in my home?! It was embarrassing as well, because we hadn’t gotten to say goodbye to each other. I had left before I could. The only goodbye I had left was a bloody text!

He suddenly got the hint that my father wasn’t very fond of boyfriends and intervened. “I’m very sorry to intrude on your property like this sir-”

My dad’s face was growing redder by the second. “It’s Mr Elwood to you,” he snorted.

Luckily, Vince recovered quickly and nodded. “Of course, Mr Elwood. As I was saying, I am truly sorry. It is just that Gracie and I were very good friends in France-”

“What do you mean by very good friends?!”

I jumped, startled by the raised volume. I had the feeling that he had gotten the wrong idea and was thinking about friends with benefits. “Dad, Vince here is a real gentleman,” I said softly. “And I’d greatly appreciate it if you didn’t look at him like he’s scum.”

Dad seemed surprised by my sudden comment. He continued to stare at me, so I decided to keep going. “It’s not like every guy out there is out to hurt me, dad. Vince and I really get along. I never got to say goodbye to him properly either.”

I turned to him and his once composed face fell slightly. I know it was horrible of me to use this against him, but it was bound to work. My father was a believer in good manners, and not saying goodbye was considered rude.

Vince smiled sadly as I looked at him with guilt. He mouthed, ‘I’m fine’. I guessed I was forgiven then.

Dad sighed exasperatedly. “Geez Gracie, you really know how to make your old man all soft, don’t you?”

“Maybe because I love you?” I offered him a shy smile. “Look dad, you pointed out just ten minutes ago that I’m old enough to make my own decisions. Do you think you could trust me on this one? Even if we don’t last, then that’s that. I want to be happy dad. Don’t you want me to be happy too?”

I could see him choking up slightly, which was a good sign. He was swaying. “I know I said you’re grown up. I meant it, Cee.” He ran a hand through my long hair. “You’re so wise, so intelligent, just like your mother.”

Although I was slightly surprised that I was being compared to mom, I laughed. “Thank you dad, really.”

He scoffed, reverting back to his old, angry self. “We’ll see how this ‘thing’ goes. I don’t like it still, and don’t you think I’ve forgiven you entirely, Gracie.”

I nodded fearfully and tried best to meet his narrowed eyes. Then, he lifted his head to meet Vince’s gaze. I had temporarily forgotten he was here. In a sharp tone, he continued, “Even though I’m letting this happen, don’t go around thinking that I completely approve of you. I’m just doing this for my Cece. You on the other hand … I’ll be keeping a close eye on you.”

I saw Vince’s Adam’s apple bob slightly, as if he was gulping from my father’s threat. “Of course, Mr Elwood.”

Dad shook his head. “You can call me sir now.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “Dad! Don’t be mean please?”

“No,” he replied, his chin jutting out sternly. “He can call me Ken when I completely approve of him.”

I sighed. The man was really ridiculous.

I let go of dad’s arm and stepped towards Vince. I was slowly starting to feel optimistic about this situation. My father was finally letting me date! Even if it was totally awkward, I was allowed to have a relationship without worrying about whether my parents would find out!

“Dad, I’d like to speak with Vince alone please?” I tried to hint to him that there were important things to discuss, for example, his reasons for coming to ring my doorbell and welcome himself into my home. “Here, in the kitchen?”

I didn’t dare bring him up to my bedroom because I didn’t want to push this new found freedom too far.

He looked guarded. “Alright,” he agreed gruffly. “I’ll be in the lounge room.”

In other words, he would be in the room next door if we both tried to initiate any inappropriate physical contact.

We both waited impatiently as my father slowly trudged out of the kitchen to go and watch some television. It was slow and daunting. I was waiting for those words, ‘Why did you leave without saying goodbye?’

It was ghastly of me to do so, but our flight back to America had been scheduled at ten o’ clock in the morning. Instead, the flight had been cancelled and changed to six hours behind instead. I had left Vince a text, but I knew in my heart that he would read it when he woke up, which definitely wasn’t around five in the morning. When I had been boarding the plane, I still remembered how guilty I had felt for leaving Vince behind.

Once I heard the noise of the TV from the next room, I swivelled to the man standing beside me and bit my lip. “Vince, I’m so, so sorry for leaving without saying goodbye properly! Our flight was cancelled and-”

He placed a finger to my lips. “Shh, ma Cherie. I found out all about it and it is fine. It was not your fault, so do not blame yourself, please.”

I nodded and quickly looked down at his finger, then back up to his pale eyes. “I’m just really sor-”

“No apologies,” he cut in with a disapproving frown.

A laugh tried to force itself out from my throat, but I managed to keep it inside. “Alright. I’m sorry for trying to apologise and being stupid ...”

He smirked. “What did I just say?”

It took me a moment to realise my mistake and once I did, I giggled. “Oh! I’m such an idiot!”

Vince tipped my chin up and smiled. “Do not think like that, ma Cherie. You are just … perfection.”

Blood rushed up to my cheeks as soon as those words came out of those delectable lips. He was just so … incredibly romantic. He always had been, ever since she first met him. I could still remember it very vividly.

My roommate had bailed out on visiting the Louvre museum with me at the last minute, so I decided to venture into the charming building myself. I had been surveying the Venus de Milo, when a deep voice had spoken up from behind me.

“A very beautiful piece of artwork is it not?”

My heart had fluttered involuntarily and slowly, I had turned to look at the owner of the to-die-for French accent. Vince’s dark brown orbs attracted me first, ones which showed honesty and good intentions. His stylish curls, defined jaw and straight eyebrows framed his face so well. He was definitely supermodel material and I could easily imagine him in an Abercrombie and Fitch ad, or even Calvin Klein.

I remembered that my cheeks had heated up, due to how scandalous I had felt for imagining a stranger in just a pair of fancy underwear.

We had started talking and as a gentleman should, he accompanied me throughout the whole museum. I found out many things about him during that peaceful walk through the polished halls. I knew that his apartment overlooked the Opera Bastille and the July Column in the Place de la Bastille.

I remembered I had asked him how it was like to have such a gorgeous view and he had answered perfectly, “I am not tired of it at all. Such an enchanting city should not be taken granted for.”

I had swooned and from then on, he asked about my life in America. We left the museum in the late afternoon. I had been just about to walk away from him, when he had grabbed my wrist to stop me from going further.

“Wait, ma Cherie,” he had whispered. My heart had swelled from happiness when he had called me that. The nickname for me sounded so good coming from his lips. “I know this is a bit … sudden, but how would you like to take a stroll with me through the Luxembourg gardens tomorrow? We can go shopping around Rive Gauche after …”

“Of course!” I had quickly exclaimed as I bounced on my heels. “Is this like a … date?”

“Only if you want it to be,” he had answered carefully.

Vince Fillion asking me on a date had made my whole one year stay in Paris. After that, we went on more and I had even had the chance to visit his apartment.

I couldn’t believe he was really here, in front of me in flesh and blood. I was the luckiest girl alive.

“Vince,” I said softly, so softly you could hardly hear. “Why are you here?”

I saw him swallow. “It’s a coincidence, actually. My aunt lives a few miles away from here and I’ve come to help her with the catering business she is running. But I also remembered which town you said you were living in and once I found out that it was not far away, I tried to find you.”

Although he hadn’t initially come to America to look for me, I was still awed. This was so perfect. It was like God wanted us to meet again.

“I had to see you, Gracie. I have never met a woman like you. When we first met, I knew you were different. I knew I had to keep you in my life. I knew I had to get to know you.”

I took a sharp intake of breath. Could I just melt into a puddle of bliss right about now? “How long are you staying?”

He bit his lip, but continued to hold my gaze. “I’m supposed to be here for a month.”

Only a month? It would pass by so quickly! I knew as I looked into Vince’s eyes, that I had to live for the moment. This was what mattered. Us. Here. Now.

“Kiss me,” I whispered.

As he leaned in closer to brush his lips across mine, my hands danced up his button-up shirt, feeling his smooth muscles under my fingertips. I went onto my tip-toes and as our tilted, somebody entered the room.

Vince and I jumped apart and looked around wildly to find the intruder.

Who could it be other than my father? He simply strolled in whilst pretending to look innocent and pointed to the fridge. “Sorry, I just wanted to get a drink.”


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