Caden
I'm sitting at my desk sketching the latest draft for one of my clients. This week flew by incredibly fast and before I know it, it is Sunday. I spent the entire Saturday with Kale before his parents came home. I had to say, I enjoyed it a lot more than I thought I would. Spending time with him makes me desire to have children of my own one day. Unfortunately, I doubt it will be happening anytime soon.
Upon his request, we went to the zoo. I don't have much experience with kids, in fact, Kale is the closest exposure I have to children, so I wasn't entirely sure how to entertain him when we got there. However, gratefully I didn't have to worry too much. As soon as we arrived, Kale grabbed my hand and dragged me through every corner of the zoo. He was the leader and I was the follower.
By the time we were done exploring the large zoo, we were happy, hungry, and exhausted. So, to end our perfect day I took him to his favorite eating place - Culvers. Kale was extremely excited that he got his very own sundae. It was the perfect dessert to end our perfect day.
When we arrived at my place his parents, who just returned from their trip, was there to pick him up. It didn't matter how much fun he had that day, he couldn't wait to go back home with his mom and dad. Just seeing them hug and kiss Kale, I could tell they also missed him dearly.
After Kale left, I soon realized how quiet my house had become. It made me grateful that my sister had given me the chance to take care of him for a short period of time because I really did enjoy the time we spent together.
Usually, if my sister and brother-in-law were out of town, Kale would stay with our parents, since they only lived a few miles away from them. However, my parents were also on their own little trip to London and that's why Kale stayed with me.
Being the only grandchild in the family, Kale is loved by so many people. His parents have been trying for years to give him a little brother or sister, but they haven't had much luck. That is one of the main reasons why my mother wants me to get married, she wants more grandchildren. Plus, she hates my reckless bachelor ways.
So, her grand idea is to find me a wife so that I can start producing grandchildren. Although, I'm not on board with her ways of finding me a wife. Mostly when it involves her scheduling never-ending blind dates for me to go on. Unfortunately, I'm not someone who likes to be tied down. I'll know when I find the right woman. Without meaning to, Erin's sweet face appears in my mind.
Erin.
There is something different about her than any other girl I have ever met. I'm not sure if it's the smile she gives me every time we meet or her smoking hot body that I can't get out of my mind. There have been multiple occasions where I imagined wrapping my arms around her waist and pulling her to my chest. I want to know how it felt when her soft body finally molds together with mine. Just thinking about it gives me the worst erection I had in ages.
Standing, I adjust my aching erection. Damn, if just thinking about her made me this hard, what's going to become of me when I finally see her naked?
I haven't found out if she is single or not, but with the way things are going, I better find out soon. Because, as of right now, I can't imagine her anywhere else but, on my bed, naked and moaning with pleasure.
One thing that I miss the most is sending and picking Kale up from school, now I won't have an excuse to see her. I'm going to have to convince my sister to let me pick up Kale from school on certain occasions.
My phone rings and just like that my hard-on goes soft.
My mother is calling me. Again. This is the fourth time today. I'm pretty sure that this call is going to be just like the last three. Taking a deep breath, I slide the call button answering the phone. "Hello again mother!"
"Caden, I'm so glad you picked up."
I almost didn't answer the phone. "What can I help you with?"
"I wanted to ask, do you remember Dr. Jim Wilcox? He's a general surgeon at Columbia Hospital and he attended your father's birthday party a few months ago?"
I shake my head, of course, I don't remember. There were over 100 people at that party. I couldn't remember half the people that attended, let alone one individual person. "Sorry, mom I don't recall a Dr. Wilcox."
"Well that's alright if you don't remember," she replies. I can hear the television and the soft sound of the ceiling fan in the background. "What's important is he has a daughter named Olivia, and I got a chance to see a picture of her. She is gorgeous and looks like a fine lady. Anyways, I-"
"Let me guess," I say interrupting her, "You want me to go on a blind date with her."
"Oh Caden, you know your mother too well," she cries, squealing through the phone. "And yes, I want you to go on a blind date with this lovely girl. She is stunning and beautiful. I have also heard great things about her from her father; she seems like such a lovely gal. I was able to set up a date this Wednesday at 6 pm at the Halladale Café on 18th street."
I groan loudly hitting the palm of my hand on my forehead, "Mom, do I really need to go on these unnecessary blind dates? Also, aren't you on vacation right now with dad? How do you have time to set up these dates for me? Shouldn't you be enjoying your time at the beach instead?"
"Nonsense, I always have time for my babies. Also, these dates are not unnecessary, I only want what's best for you."
"But mother, I'm a grown man. I don't need your help to find me -"
"No buts," Mother cuts in, "Not until you can show me that you're truly dedicated to one girl. Also, make sure you go on time."
Feeling completely defeated I nod to myself. "Fine, but I'll only meet this girl on one condition."
After a long pause, she finally murmurs, "What condition?"
"That you limit these blind dates to once a month only. I can't stand doing this every week. You already know how busy I am with my projects."
A brief silence stretches between us before she finally agrees. "Alright, but you better make sure you're on your best behavior. I don't want a repeat of last time."
"Fine, I promise."
"Alright then honey, I better get going now. Love you."
"Love you too," I respond quietly. With a heavy sigh, I set the phone face down but not before I bang my head against the table; mothers can definitely make a guy go crazy.
*****
I glance at the clock and panic, I can't believe it is already 5:20 pm. If I don't leave soon I'm going to be late for my date again.
I scan over my completed design, satisfied with my work. I'm not sure how many hours of sleep I've lost these last few days, but I do know one thing, every minute of sleep I lost was worth it. I always felt a sense of calmness and happiness after I finish a project, and that's how I felt this very moment. Now all that's left is to present the model to the client.
Thankfully, I am able to finish it before the due date tomorrow morning. I was hoping to use the rest of today to recover after I met with my secretary but thanks to this blind date my wish is unlikely to come true.
With a light grunt, I get up from my desk and head straight into the bathroom. It takes all the strength I had to not look at my comfortable bed, one look and I know I would never make it to my blind date. Plus, there was no way I could not go, I did promise my mother after all.
I glance in the mirror and let out a loud groan. I look horrible. My brown hair is a mess with multiple strands standing up in all directions. My bloodshot eyes make my green pupils appear darker and the usual clean-shaven face I'm used to seeing is no longer present. Instead, it seems like I am starting to grow a beard. That's what I get for not shaving in 4 days.
There is no way I can go out like this, she might run away before I get a chance to say hello. Although that does sound like a wonderful scenario, I am adamant to make this date work. If I want my mother to limit the number of blind dates she insisted I go on, then it's worth suffering through this one.
I throw off my clothes and jump into the shower, not stopping to wait for the water to heat up. The cold water feels good on my hard body. After a five-minute shower and a quick shave, I walk into my walk-in closet and grab the first thing I see, a black polo shirt and a pair of light blue jeans. Quickly throwing the clothes on and drying my hair with a washcloth, I glance at myself one last time in the mirror. Satisfied that I looked decent enough to step out of my house, I grab my keys and head out the front door.
It takes me longer than I thought to get to the café, by the time I arrive it is already 5:58 pm. Thank god my mother sent me an image of her, so I knew how she looked. I enter the café and instantly my eyes land on a golden-eyed blonde standing in the middle of the room. She gives me a little wave and I walk towards her.
I have to say she is beautiful, but it isn't anything I haven't seen before.
"Hi, you must be Olivia," I say extending my hand out for a handshake.
"Yes." She smiles showing her perfect white teeth. "And you must be Caden. It's a pleasure to meet you."
"I'm sorry, I hope I'm not late." I sit and direct her to do the same.
She picks up her phone and shows me the time. "Nope, just on time. It's actually 6:00."
Taking the menu and opening it I ask, "Did you order anything yet?"
"Just a caramel Frappuccino."
"Then I'll have an Americano." I hand my menu to the waitress and turn back to Olivia. "So, Olivia, tell me about yourself."
When I said tell me about yourself, I didn't think she was going to tell me about her whole life.
In fact, in just 30 minutes I learned that Olivia is a naïve, clumsy, and arrogant person who cares too much about herself than enjoy a simple conversation. In just 30 minutes she checked her make up over a dozen times, was on her phone for a good 10 minutes texting, and she practically told me every little detail of her life.
I deduce that she is a spoiled little girl who knows nothing about the real world and has had everything handed to her from her rich parents. If I didn't promise my mother I would be on my best behavior, I would have already gotten up and left. However, a promise is a promise, and I must show some respect to this woman in front of me, no matter how annoying she might be.
Crossing my arms and leaning back in my chair, I take a deep breath, praying that Olivia's babbling would get less annoying. With each word, I can't stop myself from becoming more irritated with her, mostly when all she seems to talk about are things that I have no interest in.
Hoping to distract myself, I scan the room observing every single detail of the café. I have never been here before and I would have to say it's a nice and cozy place. The coffee here isn't bad either. In fact, I'm surprised how crowded the place is, given it's a Wednesday night.
I continue to look around and see a couple holding hands in the booth next to ours, sharing a chocolate dessert. Sitting by the large windows are a group of people who looked like college students doing homework. My eyes dart to the corner of the room and instantly I sit up, my arms falling to my side. In the corner of the small café, there is a girl with black curly hair and creamy white skin reading a book. There is only one person I know that matched that description, for she has been in my dreams every night since I met her.
"Olivia," I say, placing my elbows on the table and letting my chin rest on my entwined hands.
With the sound of her name, she finally shuts up. Blinking at me like a cat waiting for food she answers, "Yes, Caden?"
I flick my figure signaling her to come closer to me which she happily obeys. "You know what Olivia," I whisper.
"What?" she asks seductively, leaning closer towards me, her eyes twinkling.
I give her my best smile. "I think we should stop wasting time and end this date."
Abruptly pulling back, her face scrunches up in question. "What, but we've only been on this date for about 30 minutes!"
I extend my arm showing her my watch, "Actually dear, it has been 40 long minutes. Just enough time to be considered a 'date' in my mother's book. So, let's not waste any more of our precious time. All you have to do is go home and tell your father you had a lovely time and I'll do the same. What do you say sweet pea?"
"So, are you saying that you don't enjoy being here with me right now?" she asks in annoyance.
My smile never fading I reply, "That's exactly what I'm saying."
In an instant she's up from her seat, slamming her napkin on the table. "How dare you, you arrogant jerk? You should be grateful to bask in my presence. I'm glad to be leaving anyway, you're boring me. And just to let you know, my father will definitely know about our so-called date today." With a huff she storms off, flipping her hair gracefully.
I shrug before grabbing the bill and making my way up front to pay. Turning around I head straight towards the corner of the café. It's time to meet the beautiful goddess I can't stop thinking about.
As I approach her I can't help but notice the way her hair is pulled back into a nice neat bun. I can tell she wanted to maintain those beautiful curls, but with no luck, they keep falling. Ever so gently she pulls the fallen curls back behind her ears. I don't know why but I found that simple gesture extremely sexy.
Again, putting on my best smile I approach the seat across from her. "May I sit here?"
Erin's head snaps up from her book and I watch as her face goes from calm to shock in seconds. "Hmm...No...I... Sorry, no there is no one sitting there," she says laughing.
Why do I find her laugh so adorable?
"I hope I'm not bothering you."
"Oh, not at all," she replies placing down her book.
Pointing to the face-down book on the table I ask, "So what'cha reading if you don't mind me asking?"
I see a blush creep onto her lovely cheeks. Avoiding eye contact she murmurs, "It's just a romance book."
The way the blush rises to her round cheeks, I know it is more than a simple romance book.
I lean across the table erasing the distance between us, grateful that Erin is frozen in her spot, not moving away from me. Seeing the blank expression on her face is so damn cute that I can't help but want to tease her. Our faces were only inches apart before I whisper ever so slightly just enough for her to hear, "Is it an erotic romance?"
*****
-loveispriceless