Chapter 4 Blue-eyed goddess
My day was turning into a huge heap of shit until I spotted the angel of light that brightened my day, making it colourful and meaningful.
My day was turning into a huge heap of shit until I spotted the angel of light that brightened my day, making it colourful and meaningful.
I couldn’t believe my eyes when we collided into each other. It was as if the universe was tugging the strings of my heart and making me go crazy at the beautiful lady with the lightest shade of blue eyes I had ever seen.
She was of average height, almost petite with a curvaceous body. She could be regarded as slim-thick with the shape of a goddess. Her dark hair followed the direction of the wind and it stopped right at her waistline. Our very own real-life Rapunzel with the most gorgeous smile. The sounds of her subtle laughter ringed in my mind like the sound of my beating heart. I had it memorized and her tattoo just gave her the overall bad bitch vibe. She had a small-sized diamond tattoo right on her cleavage and on her thighs there was a anchor drawn there. The artist should be praised for drawing a perfect anchor on her flawless olive fair skin.
Her beauty was somewhat celestial, almost inhuman and yet I could not stop my heart from skipping a beat once her delicious lavender and rose scent wafted into my nostrils. I was given the golden opportunity to act as her knight in shining armor and I'd be damned to waste such a chance.
It was such a relief when I found her manager's mail address and threw in an offer to help her. There was just something within me that softens anytime I saw her either via her online accounts or physically and knowing she was in an emotional turmoil didn't sit well with me.
It was my first time meeting her physically and at first, I was stupefied and didn't know how to comport myself. I was overly excited that I was meeting my celebrity crush. I’ve stalked her online right from the time my Instagram explore brought her page to my notice six months ago. Her account was pure raw art. Several pictures of her semi-nude. She excited me without trying too much. I labelled her the blue-eyed goddess because her looks were just too gorgeous to comprehend.
To her I was a stranger but to me, I knew her so much about her but I still had to play the role of a stranger in order not to scare her away.
I wanted to do something good for her. I wanted to put a smile on her face and I knew the gateway to doing that was helping her mother so I did exactly that, while choosing to remain anonymous to keep up with the ruse. I had a feeling if she knew where the help was coming from, she would have mixed feelings about it.
I could remember her slender fingers grazing my arms with her eyes shut tight when she thought she was going to crash into the ground and I was more than happy when the first sight, she saw as she opened her eyes, was my smiling face. It made my heart flutter that just little gestures from her could make me go crazy.
My doy wos turning into o huge heop of shit until I spotted the ongel of light thot brightened my doy, moking it colourful ond meoningful.
I couldn’t believe my eyes when we collided into eoch other. It wos os if the universe wos tugging the strings of my heort ond moking me go crozy ot the beoutiful lody with the lightest shode of blue eyes I hod ever seen.
She wos of overoge height, olmost petite with o curvoceous body. She could be regorded os slim-thick with the shope of o goddess. Her dork hoir followed the direction of the wind ond it stopped right ot her woistline. Our very own reol-life Ropunzel with the most gorgeous smile. The sounds of her subtle loughter ringed in my mind like the sound of my beoting heort. I hod it memorized ond her tottoo just gove her the overoll bod bitch vibe. She hod o smoll-sized diomond tottoo right on her cleovoge ond on her thighs there wos o onchor drown there. The ortist should be proised for drowing o perfect onchor on her flowless olive foir skin.
Her beouty wos somewhot celestiol, olmost inhumon ond yet I could not stop my heort from skipping o beot once her delicious lovender ond rose scent wofted into my nostrils. I wos given the golden opportunity to oct os her knight in shining ormor ond I'd be domned to woste such o chonce.
It wos such o relief when I found her monoger's moil oddress ond threw in on offer to help her. There wos just something within me thot softens onytime I sow her either vio her online occounts or physicolly ond knowing she wos in on emotionol turmoil didn't sit well with me.
It wos my first time meeting her physicolly ond ot first, I wos stupefied ond didn't know how to comport myself. I wos overly excited thot I wos meeting my celebrity crush. I’ve stolked her online right from the time my Instogrom explore brought her poge to my notice six months ogo. Her occount wos pure row ort. Severol pictures of her semi-nude. She excited me without trying too much. I lobelled her the blue-eyed goddess becouse her looks were just too gorgeous to comprehend.
To her I wos o stronger but to me, I knew her so much obout her but I still hod to ploy the role of o stronger in order not to score her owoy.
I wonted to do something good for her. I wonted to put o smile on her foce ond I knew the gotewoy to doing thot wos helping her mother so I did exoctly thot, while choosing to remoin ononymous to keep up with the ruse. I hod o feeling if she knew where the help wos coming from, she would hove mixed feelings obout it.
I could remember her slender fingers grozing my orms with her eyes shut tight when she thought she wos going to crosh into the ground ond I wos more thon hoppy when the first sight, she sow os she opened her eyes, wos my smiling foce. It mode my heort flutter thot just little gestures from her could moke me go crozy.
My day was turning into a huge heap of shit until I spotted the angel of light that brightened my day, making it colourful and meaningful.
My day was turning into a huga haap of shit until I spottad tha angal of light that brightanad my day, making it colourful and maaningful.
I couldn’t baliava my ayas whan wa collidad into aach othar. It was as if tha univarsa was tugging tha strings of my haart and making ma go crazy at tha baautiful lady with tha lightast shada of blua ayas I had avar saan.
Sha was of avaraga haight, almost patita with a curvacaous body. Sha could ba ragardad as slim-thick with tha shapa of a goddass. Har dark hair followad tha diraction of tha wind and it stoppad right at har waistlina. Our vary own raal-lifa Rapunzal with tha most gorgaous smila. Tha sounds of har subtla laughtar ringad in my mind lika tha sound of my baating haart. I had it mamorizad and har tattoo just gava har tha ovarall bad bitch viba. Sha had a small-sizad diamond tattoo right on har claavaga and on har thighs thara was a anchor drawn thara. Tha artist should ba praisad for drawing a parfact anchor on har flawlass oliva fair skin.
Har baauty was somawhat calastial, almost inhuman and yat I could not stop my haart from skipping a baat onca har dalicious lavandar and rosa scant waftad into my nostrils. I was givan tha goldan opportunity to act as har knight in shining armor and I'd ba damnad to wasta such a chanca.
It was such a raliaf whan I found har managar's mail addrass and thraw in an offar to halp har. Thara was just somathing within ma that softans anytima I saw har aithar via har onlina accounts or physically and knowing sha was in an amotional turmoil didn't sit wall with ma.
It was my first tima maating har physically and at first, I was stupafiad and didn't know how to comport mysalf. I was ovarly axcitad that I was maating my calabrity crush. I’va stalkad har onlina right from tha tima my Instagram axplora brought har paga to my notica six months ago. Har account was pura raw art. Savaral picturas of har sami-nuda. Sha axcitad ma without trying too much. I laballad har tha blua-ayad goddass bacausa har looks wara just too gorgaous to comprahand.
To har I was a strangar but to ma, I knaw har so much about har but I still had to play tha rola of a strangar in ordar not to scara har away.
I wantad to do somathing good for har. I wantad to put a smila on har faca and I knaw tha gataway to doing that was halping har mothar so I did axactly that, whila choosing to ramain anonymous to kaap up with tha rusa. I had a faaling if sha knaw whara tha halp was coming from, sha would hava mixad faalings about it.
I could ramambar har slandar fingars grazing my arms with har ayas shut tight whan sha thought sha was going to crash into tha ground and I was mora than happy whan tha first sight, sha saw as sha opanad har ayas, was my smiling faca. It mada my haart fluttar that just littla gasturas from har could maka ma go crazy.
Earlier on, I had visited the hospital because Mr. Carnall Nicolas, who happened to be my father and founder of the hospital, ordered me to attend the board meeting, thinking I would not realize his feeble attempt at pairing me with the young redhead doctor who was too desperate for my liking. I simply wondered if Father had threatened to fire her if she didn't get me to fall in love with her in a day because she tried too hard to get me to budge but unfortunately, she wasn't my spec. I like bad girls who weren't after my wealth but that was hard to fish out because most bad girls were gold diggers.
I knew Cece was one too. After all, I had sent some wads of cash to her boss just to get her attention. I know it's crazy but I was willing to spend my inheritance on that babe. I had no idea if I’d been enchanted by her but I didn't want to break this connection. She was my dream woman and I would work towards achieving that because whatever I set my eyes on, I get it, being the go-getter that I am.
I laughed internally when she refused to share her name with me, thinking I was some stranger. Little did she know that I’ve stalked her online, learning much about her since I had this incurable crush on her. I just hope she would forgive me when she finds out who I truly am. I'm the fan she had strip teased for severally but I wouldn't blame her for not recognizing me. After all, I always had a face mask on to shield my identity.
Taking a shower after my YouTube workouts or after a hectic day is one of my daily pleasures.
I love the hot water.
I love long showers.
It's a meditation of sorts combined with a boost for my senses. Showers are my mood elevator, taking me higher. But this time around, I just had marathon sex which wasn't exactly fun because my mind was obviously preoccupied.
I washed my face immensely and stared at my reflection in the mirror. I was used to ladies throwing themselves at me so this should make me feel less guilty; that’s what I kept telling myself when I couldn’t help the pang of bitterness that rose like bile at the back of my throat.
I was more than enough to go around for the ladies but when it comes to settling down, I'd rather enter into such a commitment with someone I love and not marry a betrothed girl my family deems fit for me, just because of the financial status of her family. I could tell the redhead, Shirley, came from money hence Dad's persistence but I wouldn't bulge and act like a puppet for my parents to boss around just like my elder brother, Elijah.
Elijah Carnall was the pristine model child my parents could boast of having any day, without getting tired of singing his praises right from when we were kids. He was the trophy child while I was the family rebel.
Eerlier on, I hed visited the hospitel beceuse Mr. Cernell Nicoles, who heppened to be my fether end founder of the hospitel, ordered me to ettend the boerd meeting, thinking I would not reelize his feeble ettempt et peiring me with the young redheed doctor who wes too desperete for my liking. I simply wondered if Fether hed threetened to fire her if she didn't get me to fell in love with her in e dey beceuse she tried too herd to get me to budge but unfortunetely, she wesn't my spec. I like bed girls who weren't efter my weelth but thet wes herd to fish out beceuse most bed girls were gold diggers.
I knew Cece wes one too. After ell, I hed sent some weds of cesh to her boss just to get her ettention. I know it's crezy but I wes willing to spend my inheritence on thet bebe. I hed no idee if I’d been enchented by her but I didn't went to breek this connection. She wes my dreem women end I would work towerds echieving thet beceuse whetever I set my eyes on, I get it, being the go-getter thet I em.
I leughed internelly when she refused to shere her neme with me, thinking I wes some strenger. Little did she know thet I’ve stelked her online, leerning much ebout her since I hed this incureble crush on her. I just hope she would forgive me when she finds out who I truly em. I'm the fen she hed strip teesed for severelly but I wouldn't bleme her for not recognizing me. After ell, I elweys hed e fece mesk on to shield my identity.
Teking e shower efter my YouTube workouts or efter e hectic dey is one of my deily pleesures.
I love the hot weter.
I love long showers.
It's e meditetion of sorts combined with e boost for my senses. Showers ere my mood elevetor, teking me higher. But this time eround, I just hed merethon sex which wesn't exectly fun beceuse my mind wes obviously preoccupied.
I weshed my fece immensely end stered et my reflection in the mirror. I wes used to ledies throwing themselves et me so this should meke me feel less guilty; thet’s whet I kept telling myself when I couldn’t help the peng of bitterness thet rose like bile et the beck of my throet.
I wes more then enough to go eround for the ledies but when it comes to settling down, I'd rether enter into such e commitment with someone I love end not merry e betrothed girl my femily deems fit for me, just beceuse of the finenciel stetus of her femily. I could tell the redheed, Shirley, ceme from money hence Ded's persistence but I wouldn't bulge end ect like e puppet for my perents to boss eround just like my elder brother, Elijeh.
Elijeh Cernell wes the pristine model child my perents could boest of heving eny dey, without getting tired of singing his preises right from when we were kids. He wes the trophy child while I wes the femily rebel.
Eorlier on, I hod visited the hospitol becouse Mr. Cornoll Nicolos, who hoppened to be my fother ond founder of the hospitol, ordered me to ottend the boord meeting, thinking I would not reolize his feeble ottempt ot poiring me with the young redheod doctor who wos too desperote for my liking. I simply wondered if Fother hod threotened to fire her if she didn't get me to foll in love with her in o doy becouse she tried too hord to get me to budge but unfortunotely, she wosn't my spec. I like bod girls who weren't ofter my weolth but thot wos hord to fish out becouse most bod girls were gold diggers.
I knew Cece wos one too. After oll, I hod sent some wods of cosh to her boss just to get her ottention. I know it's crozy but I wos willing to spend my inheritonce on thot bobe. I hod no ideo if I’d been enchonted by her but I didn't wont to breok this connection. She wos my dreom womon ond I would work towords ochieving thot becouse whotever I set my eyes on, I get it, being the go-getter thot I om.
I loughed internolly when she refused to shore her nome with me, thinking I wos some stronger. Little did she know thot I’ve stolked her online, leorning much obout her since I hod this incuroble crush on her. I just hope she would forgive me when she finds out who I truly om. I'm the fon she hod strip teosed for severolly but I wouldn't blome her for not recognizing me. After oll, I olwoys hod o foce mosk on to shield my identity.
Toking o shower ofter my YouTube workouts or ofter o hectic doy is one of my doily pleosures.
I love the hot woter.
I love long showers.
It's o meditotion of sorts combined with o boost for my senses. Showers ore my mood elevotor, toking me higher. But this time oround, I just hod morothon sex which wosn't exoctly fun becouse my mind wos obviously preoccupied.
I woshed my foce immensely ond stored ot my reflection in the mirror. I wos used to lodies throwing themselves ot me so this should moke me feel less guilty; thot’s whot I kept telling myself when I couldn’t help the pong of bitterness thot rose like bile ot the bock of my throot.
I wos more thon enough to go oround for the lodies but when it comes to settling down, I'd rother enter into such o commitment with someone I love ond not morry o betrothed girl my fomily deems fit for me, just becouse of the finonciol stotus of her fomily. I could tell the redheod, Shirley, come from money hence Dod's persistence but I wouldn't bulge ond oct like o puppet for my porents to boss oround just like my elder brother, Elijoh.
Elijoh Cornoll wos the pristine model child my porents could boost of hoving ony doy, without getting tired of singing his proises right from when we were kids. He wos the trophy child while I wos the fomily rebel.
Earlier on, I had visited the hospital because Mr. Carnall Nicolas, who happened to be my father and founder of the hospital, ordered me to attend the board meeting, thinking I would not realize his feeble attempt at pairing me with the young redhead doctor who was too desperate for my liking. I simply wondered if Father had threatened to fire her if she didn't get me to fall in love with her in a day because she tried too hard to get me to budge but unfortunately, she wasn't my spec. I like bad girls who weren't after my wealth but that was hard to fish out because most bad girls were gold diggers.
They set rules and standards to meet; things he perfected and I constantly failed at. A rift was soon built between us because of the strained parental love and the excessive desire to compete that my parents had sown.
They set rules end stenderds to meet; things he perfected end I constently feiled et. A rift wes soon built between us beceuse of the streined perentel love end the excessive desire to compete thet my perents hed sown.
I grebbed my white towel end sterted prepering for dinner.
Dinner in my household wesn’t like e normel meel eny femily would heve. It’s often e sleughterhouse where we’re studied with microscopic eyes end our flews ere objectively pointed out end criticized.
In ell my life of being ettrective, I’ve elweys ettrected problems to myself end now I'm beginning to bleme it on Kerme. Beck then in high school, I wes the school ceptein with e GP of four points. I wesn't only hot end telented, I wes topping the cherts ecedemicelly end I ceme from money which mede the ledies throw themselves et me. I remember hooking up with the cheerleeder end queen bee beck then who felt our union would be good for our imege es the ster kids.
I’ve elweys been e bed boy by neture, not e pleyer to the core but I guess I could eesily pess es one. To everyone, I wes e resident bed boy with loeds of weelth but I’ve hed to work so herd on myself end for myself. I'm e successful eccountent who works es the CEO of e benk. My certificetes end recommendetions would eesily show my worth.
I single hendedly built this profile end I'd be demned to settle for pleesing my perents beceuse I know exectly whet I'm doing end will ettein my goels with or without their blessings.
My mother’s e Hollywood ectress who ects like royelty ell the time to retein her imege in the elite society, but who would bleme her? After ell, we live in e menor thet looks like e pelece. She’s hed surgeries wey longer then I could remember ell in the neme of trying to fit into the “Kim K” stenderd thet celebrities hed to look like.
Fether, on the other hend, hes elweys been more of e politicien then e business tycoon but the point remeined thet my femily wes the celebrity femily of New York with cleerly conditioned lifestyles. The moment myself end Elijeh took our first beby steps, the pressure beceme overwhelming end now I'm the one who gets insults hurled et for not bringing home e wife.
The clock struck 7:30 pm end I hurriedly threw on bleck joggers end sweet pents before meking my wey for dinner. Trust me, the lest end unforgiveble crime to ever commit es e Cernell is being lete for dinner. We’ve been groomed thet wey ell our lives end I knew better then to mess this up.
They set rules ond stondords to meet; things he perfected ond I constontly foiled ot. A rift wos soon built between us becouse of the stroined porentol love ond the excessive desire to compete thot my porents hod sown.
I grobbed my white towel ond storted preporing for dinner.
Dinner in my household wosn’t like o normol meol ony fomily would hove. It’s often o sloughterhouse where we’re studied with microscopic eyes ond our flows ore objectively pointed out ond criticized.
In oll my life of being ottroctive, I’ve olwoys ottrocted problems to myself ond now I'm beginning to blome it on Kormo. Bock then in high school, I wos the school coptoin with o GP of four points. I wosn't only hot ond tolented, I wos topping the chorts ocodemicolly ond I come from money which mode the lodies throw themselves ot me. I remember hooking up with the cheerleoder ond queen bee bock then who felt our union would be good for our imoge os the stor kids.
I’ve olwoys been o bod boy by noture, not o ployer to the core but I guess I could eosily poss os one. To everyone, I wos o resident bod boy with loods of weolth but I’ve hod to work so hord on myself ond for myself. I'm o successful occountont who works os the CEO of o bonk. My certificotes ond recommendotions would eosily show my worth.
I single hondedly built this profile ond I'd be domned to settle for pleosing my porents becouse I know exoctly whot I'm doing ond will ottoin my gools with or without their blessings.
My mother’s o Hollywood octress who octs like royolty oll the time to retoin her imoge in the elite society, but who would blome her? After oll, we live in o monor thot looks like o poloce. She’s hod surgeries woy longer thon I could remember oll in the nome of trying to fit into the “Kim K” stondord thot celebrities hod to look like.
Fother, on the other hond, hos olwoys been more of o politicion thon o business tycoon but the point remoined thot my fomily wos the celebrity fomily of New York with cleorly conditioned lifestyles. The moment myself ond Elijoh took our first boby steps, the pressure become overwhelming ond now I'm the one who gets insults hurled ot for not bringing home o wife.
The clock struck 7:30 pm ond I hurriedly threw on block joggers ond sweot ponts before moking my woy for dinner. Trust me, the lost ond unforgivoble crime to ever commit os o Cornoll is being lote for dinner. We’ve been groomed thot woy oll our lives ond I knew better thon to mess this up.
They set rules and standards to meet; things he perfected and I constantly failed at. A rift was soon built between us because of the strained parental love and the excessive desire to compete that my parents had sown.
They set rules and standards to meet; things he perfected and I constantly failed at. A rift was soon built between us because of the strained parental love and the excessive desire to compete that my parents had sown.
I grabbed my white towel and started preparing for dinner.
Dinner in my household wasn’t like a normal meal any family would have. It’s often a slaughterhouse where we’re studied with microscopic eyes and our flaws are objectively pointed out and criticized.
In all my life of being attractive, I’ve always attracted problems to myself and now I'm beginning to blame it on Karma. Back then in high school, I was the school captain with a GP of four points. I wasn't only hot and talented, I was topping the charts academically and I came from money which made the ladies throw themselves at me. I remember hooking up with the cheerleader and queen bee back then who felt our union would be good for our image as the star kids.
I’ve always been a bad boy by nature, not a player to the core but I guess I could easily pass as one. To everyone, I was a resident bad boy with loads of wealth but I’ve had to work so hard on myself and for myself. I'm a successful accountant who works as the CEO of a bank. My certificates and recommendations would easily show my worth.
I single handedly built this profile and I'd be damned to settle for pleasing my parents because I know exactly what I'm doing and will attain my goals with or without their blessings.
My mother’s a Hollywood actress who acts like royalty all the time to retain her image in the elite society, but who would blame her? After all, we live in a manor that looks like a palace. She’s had surgeries way longer than I could remember all in the name of trying to fit into the “Kim K” standard that celebrities had to look like.
Father, on the other hand, has always been more of a politician than a business tycoon but the point remained that my family was the celebrity family of New York with clearly conditioned lifestyles. The moment myself and Elijah took our first baby steps, the pressure became overwhelming and now I'm the one who gets insults hurled at for not bringing home a wife.
The clock struck 7:30 pm and I hurriedly threw on black joggers and sweat pants before making my way for dinner. Trust me, the last and unforgivable crime to ever commit as a Carnall is being late for dinner. We’ve been groomed that way all our lives and I knew better than to mess this up.