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Meet me on the wild side 1
by Aura Conte
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
Brian “the Irish fox” McNamara is one of the most charming bachelors in the state of New York. He is tall, Irish and handsome. Emma Abbott is a photographer, the second child of two lawyers and has a thing for awkward situations. During an all girls’ night out, Brian and Emma collide into each other and although strangers, he kisses her. When back at home, the curious Emma looks for Brian online and she discovers that, though sexy, he also belongs to the “wild” side of the law. Brian works for his father, an Irish boss, and has a huge problem (denial) about dealing with his feelings.
The Fox is a stand-alone romantic comedy, part of a series “Meet me on the wild side”.
As a lazy human being, you would never think that a common girls’ night out may suddenly change your whole life.
You just wear a pair of jeans and enough makeup to not scare kids, make a bun of your hair and try to enjoy the company.
Your sole purpose is to relax and to spend time with your best friends… that’s it.
Nevertheless, when least expected, some wild animal “marks” the territory around your heart.
Badly, very badly.
This is the story about my ferocious encounter with a wild animal, a crazy Fox.
Inside a very cozy Irish pub in Soho, there are circa fifty people, a cover band, my cousin Jess, our best friend Liz and I (the lazy human being).
«It didn’t last 3 minutes. My bacon needs more time to burn!» Jess whispers to us, lamenting about her last date with Gendry (her not so supposed fling).
After her confession, we nearly fall off the chairs laughing aloud. Gendry is a big, scary and intimidating shark… an advocate.
«Yeah, Jess, it needs to get “toasted”. The guy needs to learn how to cook!» I joke, feeling my cheeks inflame.
«Hey, look at that hottie there…» Liz points out in her strong Australian accent. «He looks like that famous chef we’ve seen on TV, last week!»
I check him, straightaway. It seems that we are not the only ones in the pub recognizing him. In fact, five girls rush to him as predators.
«Girls, behave meanwhile I am off to the toilet. Please, don’t scare that poor... chef? Guy? Prey? Keep your bacon in the fridge!» I tell to Jess and Liz.
Then, I stand up and walk to the bathroom, leaving the chaos behind me.
After a quick glance at the mirror, I scare myself. I look like a zombie. I fix my make-up and get out.
The corridor connecting to the pub main area seems deserted.
I walk slowly, distracted by some plants’ leaves moving afar. They belong to two tall ficus benjamina used to divide the pub V.I.P. section from the public-cheaper one.
The noise of something hitting the wall makes me stop the pace for good.
«Listen to me!» a velvet voice says with anger. «You stupid asshole, shut your damn mouth!»
«They already know it. They know it was you that night, Fox» another male voice replies in a suffocating tone.
I can’t check what is going on, but I guess that someone is probably being held against the wall, because he can barely speak.
«Shut up!» the velvet voice screams. «I don’t give a fuck about your uncle. If you spill your bullshit again, I swear that no one, not even your skank, will recognize your body after I will be done with you!»
What the hell? I need to get out of here!
I rush down the hallway trying to not look on my left, where the two men are discussing. However, when I get close, a noise catches my attention and my head moves instinctively to check what is happening.
Through the plants’ leaves, two deep blue eyes are staring at me with anger.
All of a sudden, my heart almost collapses. It is pumping fast as never before.
I try hard to keep my pace and reach our table, but my legs are shaking, my skin is burning and shivers go on through my body.
«Drink this, you are sweating. What’s wrong?» Liz asks. She offers me her icy non-alcoholic cocktail and I drink it, quickly.
I place the glass on the table and check behind me. No one followed me, but I don’t feel safe. I need to put myself out of sight.
«Do you want to dance?» I ask my friends, and then, I walk through the pub’s crew… to hide.
The cover band isn’t bad and I dance with my friends for almost two hours. Eventually, though, Gendry joins our little group to steal Jess from us and her wide smile screams that, no matter the talk, she likes very much underdone bacon.
After a few songs, another guy shows up to dance with us, but his eyes are all for Liz.
Period. I keep on dancing until I spot a friend of mine a few steps away.
His name is Greg, but when I reach him, he tries some moves on me and I stop him each time. Despite the funny and intellectual look, he isn’t my type. I am just trying to leave my friends in peace to flirt with their partners.
Close to midnight, I sense someone behind me. My heart pumps fast again, as two hands touch my waist.
With awareness, even if I am still dancing with Greg, I check my left, moving slightly my head, and the same two deep blue eyes I have seen hours before show up, again.
The stranger holding my waist stares at me for an instant. He is strong, tall and intimidating, but yet charming. As you may consider fascinating a wild animal.
I am at a loss of words.
He moves his head toward Greg and in what may look the best Soprano attitude ever, he states: «You. Away. Now!»
Greg looks at me, scared, and then leaves me alone with this man, without protest. What a pussy!
The stranger turns around my rigid and almost dead body for the heavy tachycardia, then he holds me tight to his body.
My face is in his chest, his mouth is close to my ear… and my heart is stopping slowly.
«Who are you and what do you know?» He asks.
His velvet voice makes me shiver. Heart? Pfft, officially gone.
My body stands still, then his hand touches my chin, turning it up.
«And who are you?» I ask but timid.
I guess my pride and brain are still strong enough to fight against his alpha behaviors. However, he is still very charming and to be honest, it is not that bad here in his arms.
«I am going to ask it again. If you don’t give me a proper answer, I am going to take you over my shoulder and tomorrow, no one will find you. Who are you?» He asks again emotionless and intimidating.
«Emma… Abbott?» I reply and he squeezes me more in his arms.
«Are you serious?» He questions, narrowing his eyes. «Whatever… what do you know, lil’ babe?»
«I am not a babe! I have no clue of what you are looking for!» I shout.
My mind works again at 100% in a rush, lil’ babe… me? Who the hell he thinks to be to call me such? I try to get out of his grip, but he stops me.
«You own no chances, we both saw you» he says and my mind starts to understand. He is referring to the discussion I overheard. «Keep your mouth shut and you will be safe. Understand?»
«Safe? What do you mean?» I freeze and stare at him.
I guess my shocked face is funny because, as a reply, he smirks amused.
«Ok, I will…» I try to respond.
However, all of a sudden, his hands reach my face and his mouth descends on mine for a kiss… so passionate to leave both breathless.
I stand still by relying on his arms. The room is spinning and by the look of lust and confusion in his eyes, he is feeling something similar too.
I feel confused.
All we are able to do is to stare at each other, face to face.
A tap on his shoulder breaks the moment. The guy previously dancing with Liz, mumbles something about waiting for him outside to mister: "I don’t know your name, but you just ruined kisses for the rest of my life".
The stranger just nods to his friend, meanwhile he keeps his attention on my mouth, steady.
Same thought going on, I guess. I want another kiss, now.
«I have to go» he whispers and little by little his grip fades, though he is still staring.
Too quickly, he is a foot away from me.
«Who are you?» I ask, maybe a bit clingy.
«I am Brian» he says and then, he walks away shaking his head in total confusion.
Brian, this how I will call Satan from now on.
Three cups of coffee and many hours later (it’s 4 am), I am looking at my laptop screen and having a panic attack.
Liz is sleeping in her room, Jess is doing the obvious with Gendry and I am here staring at someone’s blue eyes on my computer screen.
Because, I just googled him.
As whoever with a bit of brain would!
Am I regretting it, now? Yeah. Am I ingenuous and innocent? Yeah… and stupid.
I looked for "Brian Fox, New York" a few minutes ago, hoping that at least his Facebook or Twitter would show up with some manly football avatar or stuff alike... but, no.
Pfft! No nice pictures with nieces, no kittens, no puppies or cars, and no some manly remark.
No common male stuff you would expect, but... this:
Brian McNamara – formerly known as the Fox. Heir of the Irish mob, socialite playboy and rumored hitman (though not yet caught in the act by the good side of the law).
«Holy shit!» I shout, waking up all my neighbors.