Stolen Sweetheart

• chapter two •

Monday had arrived.

And with that, his mood soured. He was in front of Alicia Majors' house but he wanted to turn on his heels and run as fast as possible. The past weekend he had pushed away all his engagements and had only practiced Women's fashion and styling. He had re-read all his study materials and got information about the new fashion trends.

Ugh.

He walked towards the house and coincidentally, the front door was wide open. He knocked on the wood. "Anybody here?"

No answer.

He just entered inside. "Hello?"

She saw a woman running towards him. She seemed to be the housekeeper. "Mr. Greene? Ma'am informed me about you. Please be seated here. She's doing her make-up."

Right, of course, he mused and sat on the chair facing the stairwell. He saw the time and whimpered. It was a given when styling a woman. A woman needed much more attention, they needed make-up and skincare things. That's why he was so comfortable with styling men. They were simple and sorted.

After thirty minutes of waiting when he was finally going to get up and leave, he heard a voice. "Mr. Greene? So sorry to keep you waiting. The make-up took time."

A tall woman came dashing down the stairs. Her face was sculpted and fine; the make-up looked good on her. Her blond hair was brushed back and made into a clean bun. Her eyelids were painted in violet glitter.

"Well, I don't like to wait-"

"It's my fault, actually." This voice was different. Warmer and softer.

He looked into the direction of the new voice. Behind Alicia, there was another girl. She was shorter than her that's why he hadn't noticed her presence before. Alicia came down hurriedly but she was on the stairs still, standing with her head down.

"I came late today, so-" She looked up, her eyes boring into him.

What in the actual-

What the-

His mind stopped creating any noise. There was pin-drop silence and for the first time, he was utterly blank. He wanted to speak, but couldn't. He wanted to walk away, he couldn't. He wanted to walk forward. That too, he couldn't. His movements were shunned, his emotions all collapsing. The moment was stopped, right there, he could feel his breath stop and his heart dropped like a giant air balloon getting evacuated of the wind.

God.

The woman.

Who was she?

Her hair was deep brown. Auburn, to be specific. It was long, reaching till her waist in lustrous waves. Her face was small and her cheeks were round and chubby. Her face was full, he didn't know how to describe that fact. She was voluptuous, her body curvy and blossoming.

Blossoming?

What the hell was wrong with him?

She licked her lips. "I'm so sorry you had to wait for me, I'm really, awfully sorry."

Her eyes looked pleading. She looked restless and tensed. And he didn't like that, at all. Something happened to him, something so very strange and bizarre that he was unable to understand it. A sudden wave of possesion washed over him. A need.

A need to have her.

She was peering at him, looking rather confused. "Are you...listening?"

"Hmm, yeah. Yeah." He shook his head. "It's okay, it's okay. You don't need to be sorry." He was blabbering like an idiot.