《Love On A Train》 CHAPTER 1
Someone had to have put a curse on me. I refused to think so much bad luck was originally mine without external intervention. Seriously, how could my skirt get ripped on my way to my final job interview at XX? I had thought nothing of the kid''s agitated movements. I had simply blocked everything while repeating my speech on the train. To think someone not even 8 years of age could be so detrimental to my future! There was no time to buy a new skirt or anything for that matter. I had wasted so much time repeating my mantras in front of the mirror, I hadn''t even had time to scarf down the humongous meal my mom had left for me. Seriously, I was already 26 years of age and still living with my parents. I didn''t have a job or a fiance like my sister kept on reminding me. I wasn''t sure how much longer I could act like I was fine. I had never felt more like a failure like I did now clenching and unclenching my fists on the train headed to what could only be the most embarrassing interview ever. To think I was headed to an architectural masterpiece, certain parts of which were featured in the list of Historic Monuments! I''d heard It was even open to the public for Heritage Days (a cultural event in Europe). Like a fool, I hadn''t even thought of bringing a change of clothes with me.If you spot this story on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation. To be fair, how could I have predicted that my right thigh would be uncovered so! I caught a man sneakily eyeing my leg. His sickening smile made me clench my teeth. Let it go! It doesn''t concern you! You''ve got more important things to think about! I quickly rummaged around in my bag and got the list of positive affirmations I had painstakingly written down the night before in case I completely lost it. Today will be a good day. My day, uhh no this won''t do. Let me read another. I am in control of my life and feelings. Liar, liar, pants on fire! UGH!!!! No I''m not feeling it. You know what let me just practice my breathing! Inhale, 1, 2, 3 ,4, exhale. Inhale, 1, 2¡­ ~~Author: Hi, I''d really like to hear from you! Please comment and follow!! Support me by buying me a coffee at: ko-fi.com/manouheart CHAPTER 2 - Mademoiselle votre t¨¦l¨¦phone sonne (Miss your phone is ringing). After the big fiasco, I had chosen to distance myself from the little devil. I didn¡¯t want anything to happen to my blouse. I was currently standing next to a big shot. The guy was decked out in a suit. That was all my overburdened brain had noticed about my new hopefully harmless neighbor. He wasn¡¯t out of place though. This part of Paris and the train were filled with businessmen and women. However, his perfume was pure heaven. Closing my eyes had made me aware of it. Being stressed made me more sensitive to smells. This scent wasn''t overwhelming in the least. Hmm, must be expensive. I was suddenly engulfed in the addictive fragrance. A deep voice rang in my ear again: - Vous allez bien? (Are you alright?)The story has been illicitly taken; should you find it on Amazon, report the infringement. I had heard him the first time. However, a strange feeling had overwhelmed me the moment he¡¯d gotten closer. I had this strange urge to be hugged by him. This had never happened to me before. Men and their games were a headache I didn¡¯t need nor want in my life. The fantasy had long dissipated after high school. What was this then? Was I in such a vulnerable state that I wanted to be protected by a nameless faceless stranger? I didn¡¯t want to open my eyes. I was sure the moment I faced him this sweet feeling would completely dissipate. However, at his second question, I forced my eyes open and turned to look at him. I wasn¡¯t sure what I had hoped to see. Maybe a man in his fifties or sixties. That way my heart would have been safe. However, black obsidian eyes framed by long eyelashes bored into mine before drifting to my cheeks. I was sure, the moment he did, that I had become a red tomato. To tell the truth, I was scared. I didn¡¯t have the confidence right now to interact with this stranger. Call me stupid in 12 different languages, I couldn¡¯t even maintain his stare. Instead confronted with my swelling feelings, I frowned unconsciously weary of the horrendous state I was in. CHAPTER 3 My hand nervously pulled down on the strap of my bag to ease some of my tension. As if things weren''t gory enough, I watched in silent horror as my purse landed on the carpeted floor of the train. My bag, which had been slightly open, vomited out a single item. In its infinite wicked wisdom, it had selected my most offending possession. Out of my phone, keys, notes, and a sanitary pad, it had selected the PAD. I stopped breathing. The rosy pad had landed right on his left shoe as if to mock me. Oh my God! This can''t be happening, right? The fact that I was so attracted to him made things even worse. Just my luck! I finally meet someone that makes me believe in love again and I''m a complete wreck. I hadn''t even greeted him and I''d already managed to make a complete fool of myself. I don¡¯t know what came over me at that moment. I bent down quickly to retrieve my bag from the floor. I refused to snatch the pad from its current residing place. I just REFUSED to.Love this story? Find the genuine version on the author''s preferred platform and support their work! Looking sideways at the pervert, I flushed for the eighteenth time when I found his mouth hanging open. It was at least comforting that the few passengers that were nearby weren¡¯t facing my way. It isn¡¯t too bad really. The pervert doesn¡¯t count. This gorgeous guy? Who cares. I will never see him again. He will forget all about me and this incident soon enough. I didn¡¯t dare to look at him though. I didn¡¯t want to see his derision. What must he think of me? All the while (while I was internally dying inside), my phone had been ringing. With flustered hands, I took the call. Someone asked me if I was Madame Sophie Porteau. I wasn¡¯t. However, the moment I terminated this call, there would be no shield to the embarrassment. In my semi hallucination, I felt the pad growing bigger. My, forget the tomato I was a whole volcano about now. Only one thing was left to save a bit of my dignity, lie through my teeth. As if from miles away, I heard myself committing a felony. I would have answered yes even if they¡¯d asked whether or not I was Hitler. I was too far gone. Sorry Madame Sophie Porteau. I will impersonate you just for ten minutes. I won¡¯t be greedy and stay on the phone for more than that.