Page 61 of Molly: Part One
Chapter 16
Molly
“Pull yourself together woman, he’ll be back in just over a week. Get a grip,” I say to myself as I walk back into the house having watched Ryan drive away. I didn’t think I would get so upset at the thought of him not being here. I hate the idea of spending the night alone so I walk over to my bed and grab my phone.
“Molly, how you doing?” Shane says when he answers the phone.
“Ryan’s just left for a week with his family. I don’t want to be alone. Have you two got any plans tonight?”
“No we are staying in and ordering a takeaway. We were going to plan our stag do, you wanna join us?”
“As long as I’m not intruding.”
“Of course not. Do you wanna stay the night so you can have a drink?”
“Are you sure? I don’t want to be a pain in the arse.”
“Give me the phone,” I hear Chris say in the background. “Molly, shut up and get your arse over here.”
“Yes sir, I’ll pack a bag and will be there asap.”
“Good girl, see you soon.”
I love spending time with Shane and Chris, they always make me laugh so much. They don’t take life too seriously and are constantly taking the piss out of each other. They have told me everything I could possibly need to know about their wedding. It’s the last Saturday in November in a hotel on the outskirts of the city.
They have a black, white and red theme. Apparently as groomsmaid I have to wear a little black dress, bow tie and little top hat. To my surprise the picture of what I am going to wear looked much cuter than the image I had in my mind, thank god!
They have decided to have a joint stag do as nearly all of their friends are friends with them both. They have hired out a VIP section of one of the clubs in the city and are having a pimps and hos theme. We are going to have a meal then drink and dance the night away. I can’t wait, it sounds like it will be a lot of fun, plus we get to dress up like idiots. It’s at the end of October, two months to get my outfit ready!
It was well gone midnight before I made my way to their guest bedroom. I had a text from Ryan earlier to say he’d arrived safe and that his mum is going seriously overboard being nice to him and apologising for what she did last week. I texted him to wish him goodnight but wasn’t surprised that I didn’t get a reply, it was late after all and he probably went to bed early to avoid his mother.
I’m stood in my kitchen piping the meringue on to the lemon meringue pie that I’ve made for my dinner tonight with Adam. He should be here in thirty minutes. I really like him, he’s a nice guy. He’s fun and makes me laugh. I originally thought with him being a banker he’d be boring but he isn’t at all, he’s a bit of an adrenaline junkie and has done all sorts of crazy things and has some great stories. Like I said he’s a great guy and I’m trying, really trying, but he just isn’t doing it for me. When I’m with him it’s great but I can’t help my mind wondering what it would be like if it was Ryan sat opposite me not Adam. I just don’t get the tingles with Adam that I do with Ryan. Yes he’s hot, really hot but he’s not Ryan. He seems to really like me though so I’m going to keep at it in the hope my attraction towards him changes in time.
I’ve explained to him about being screwed over by Max and how I want to take things slowly. He has reassured me he understands and is willing to wait for me. I’m standing by what I said to Ryan a few weeks ago now, I will not have sex again until I think it’s love. So if Adam thinks he’s getting lucky tonight then he’s got another think coming.
I put the pie in the oven just as the doorbell goes. I jog downstairs and open the door to let him in.
“Hi,” I say smiling at him. He’s wearing light blue jeans and a white t-shirt. He hasn’t shaved for a couple of days making his stubble almost as long as his short almost black hair. When I invited him over I said it was a casual thing and I’m glad he took that seriously with what he’s wearing, I didn’t want some pretentious evening where we’d both be on our best behaviour. I’m wearing my boyfriend jeans and a tank top. My hair is in a messy bun on my head and I’ve only got a little make up on.
“Hey, you look good Molly.” He reaches his hand up to my cheek. “You’ve got flour on your face,” he says wiping it off.
I can’t help but feel disappointed, if Ryan did that to me it would make my pulse rate increase. But I feel nothing.
“Thanks. I always end up covered, I’m a messy cook.”
“As long as you’re a good cook that’s fine by me.” He shuts the door behind him and follows me up the stairs. “Wow, you were right, nice house,” I hear him say as we enter the living area.
“I know, I love it here. Can I get you a drink?”
We have a nice evening eating, drinking and chatting. He is so easy to talk to, the conversation just flows, we never have any awkward silences. He was very impressed with my cooking and actually went to the extreme of trying to find the packaging I could have hidden because he thought I’d bought it all and was passing it off as mine.
As the night drew to an end Adam was a perfect gentleman, we had a little kiss at the front door before he left but he didn’t push me for anything further.
After tidying upstairs I got myself settled in bed with my kindle, I’m in the middle of a series and dying to know what’s going to happen. I end up reading for hours and when I eventually decide to go to sleep it’s not my date who I drift off thinking about, it’s Ryan. This time apart was meant to sort out my head but I’m missing him so much and I can’t stop thinking about him, wondering what he’s doing and if he is thinking about me.
Before I know it, it’s Monday again and Megan and I have just finished our pole dancing class.
“Fancy going to grab a coffee, I need some caffeine after that,” Megan asks.
