Angel Eyes

Angel Eyes

Status: In Progress

Genre: Romance

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Romance

Summary

Joe Collier, a young widower leading a monotonous life finds excitement when his best friend sets him up with a hauntingly beautiful escort with a mysterious persona. But the excitement quickly turns to turmoil when the escort who he has begun falling madly in love with disappears without a trace.

Summary

Joe Collier, a young widower leading a monotonous life finds excitement when his best friend sets him up with a hauntingly beautiful escort with a mysterious persona. But the excitement quickly turns to turmoil when the escort who he has begun falling madly in love with disappears without a trace.

Chapter1 (v.1) - "A"

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: September 24, 2016

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Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: September 24, 2016

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Joe looked outside through the large window pane in the drugstore; the sky was greying and clouds were beginning to roll in. A look of melancholy came across his face when he turned back towards the card display in front of him. His eyes traveled over each row of greeting cards trying to find one that would suit her. Running his fingers over them, he found one and pulled it out of it’s slot. 

Leaning against the window on the bus, he gazed at the city passing by him. Families walking with their dogs, single men and women rushing to get to work, taxis pulling over to hailing passengers; it all melted together in his mind as everything became a blur. He looked down at the single rose in his hand and the card he had just bought as he fought to hold back a tear that was trying desperately to escape. 

He walked along the path as he approached his destination. The crunch of freshly fallen snow under his shoes were all he could hear. The winter sun illuminated her gravestone beautifully. Bending down, Joe placed the rose beside the stone and leaned the card against it before he traced the engravings with his index finger. 

Lauren Collier

Beloved Wife

November 17th 1920 - May 11th 1945

“Happy Birthday, Darling.” He whispered. 

He kissed his index and middle finger before touching them to her name and got back up again. He pulled a handkerchief out of his coat pocket and dabbed his eyes as he read the stone once more. He walked slowly back to the bus stop, lost in his own head when he entered the cramped shelter. He noticed small droplets of cold rain beginning to fall against the window when suddenly his attention was drawn to a woman running for cover. She stepped into the shelter and ran her hands through her dampened hair. Joe’s eyes couldn’t help but linger over her petite figure. She was stunning, he thought. Her wavy burnt auburn hair fell just below her breasts as her fingers wove through it. She wore a long camel coat and was holding a chic black purse. She turned towards him and Joe quickly looked away. 

“Is this the bus to Eglinton?” She asked. 

Joe looked at her again, this time noticing a necklace she was wearing with the letter “A” hanging from it. 

“Yes, it is. It should be here any minute.” He answered. 

She smiled and thanked him just as the bus approached. His hadn’t arrived yet so he stood back and watched her get on, walking to the back of the bus and taking a window seat. 

“Oh, hello you beautiful little thing you.” John, Joe’s closest friend said, holding up a shot of bourbon. “How I’ve been longing for you all day.”

He pounded it back as Joe watched him with a look, laughing. 

John slammed the empty glass on the bar top and tapped the counter to get the bartender’s attention to order another. 

“So, this year any better?” He asked.

Joe shook his head. 

“I’m beginning to wonder if it ever will get better. Her birthday, our anniversary and the anniversary of her death… They’re the hardest. Doesn’t seem to matter how much time has passed, it still feels like it happened yesterday.” 

“It’s been two years, Joe. I can’t say I know what it feels like to lose a wife but I think you’ve got to move on. Have you been with a woman since she passed?— Two more please, and make my friend’s a double.” He said, turning towards the bartender. 

“Of course not.” 

The bartender poured two more drinks and slid them to the gentlemen. Joe wasted no time in picking it up and pounding it back even quicker than John in an attempt to numb his sorrow. 

“You haven’t? How have you gone two years without a woman’s touch?” 

“I just never think of it.” 

“Two years, man!” 

John reached into his pocket and pulled out a key with a room tag on it, throwing it next to Joe on the counter. 

“I was going to use this tonight but I think you need it more than I do, sport. Room 219 down at the Royal York.” 

Joe took it and looked at the tag. The thought of going back to his dark and empty home was contributing to the pain he was already feeling. The opportunity to get away for the night and sleep in a hotel room, he thought might help to get his mind off of his late wife. He twirled it once around his index finger before putting it in his coat pocket. 

“Thanks.” 

After a few more drinks, John bid his friend goodnight. 

“Enjoy.” He slurred, patting him on the shoulder before stumbling out of the club. 

Joe followed soon after him and hailed a taxi, instructing the driver to take him to the Royal York. He checked in with the receptionist and trudged upstairs as the alcohol in his system began to take effect. Slowly, he turned the key in its slot and upon entering, he found the room dimly lit with a woman standing in front of a window overlooking Union Station with her back turned towards him.  

“Oh, I’m sorry. I must have the wrong room.”

She turned around and his eyes widened when he saw that it was the same girl from the bus stop. She was wearing a deadly sexy ruby red pinup dress with a sweetheart neckline that hugged her breasts tightly. Her long hair was down, in a similar style as when he saw her earlier that morning and it hung over her shoulder, covering her left breast. 

“219?” She asked timidly. 

“Yes…” 

“You don’t have the wrong room.” She smirked and raised an eyebrow in a rather seductive look. 

“I don’t?” 

She approached him slowly and ran her fingers underneath the collar of his shirt. Suddenly, what John meant at the bar about him needing the room more than he did became clear and Joe gently placed his hands over her wrists, making her stop. 

“I’m sorry, I think there must be some kind of mistake.” 

She looked sad for a moment. 

“My friend is who you were waiting for… He gave me the key to this room. I wasn’t expecting anyone to be here…” He paused, looking into her rich brown eyes that seemed to burn right through him. “I’ve seen you before… At the bus stop, it was raining and uh you were all wet… You asked me if the bus went to Eglinton.” 

She looked up at him, vaguely remembering him before closing her eyes and leaning into him to make another move. 

“I’m sorry, I can’t.” He said, stepping back.

“So you’ve seen me before, that’s why you don’t want me?” 

“No, I’m sorry, that’s not it…” He stammered. “It’s… I—, uhm. It’s my wife’s birthday.” 

“Scandalous…” She purred. 

“No… I’m a widower.” 

She stepped back, another look of sadness came over her face, this time a more genuine one. 

“Oh.” 

“You’re… Incredibly beautiful and any man would be lucky to be your company for the night but…” He stopped.

She bit the top corner of her lip and nodded shyly, turning around to get her purse. 

“I’m sorry for the mixup.” She said, walking towards the door. 

Joe reached out for her arm as if it were an automatic reflex. When she stopped and turned back towards him, he released her from his gentle grasp, realizing what he had just done. 

“Uh… Are you hungry?” 

“Pardon?” 

“Food, we could get food. I know it’s late but I just realized I’m quite hungry and I’ll admit, I am feeling lonely.” 

She didn’t answer but looked at him with a sweet smile. 

“I’m sorry… You probably don’t want to eat with me, it was a silly idea.” He carried on.

“No, I’d love to.” 

Joe looked at his watch and sighed when he saw it was nearing midnight. 

“Oh geez, is it that late? There’s probably nothing open.” He said disappointedly.

Smiling cheekily, she reached down for the room service menu on the coffee table and handed it to him. 

“Twenty four seven.” She winked.

Joe called down and ordered them each a roast beef sandwich and two orders of fries. When their food arrived, they sat on the bed indian-style and immersed themselves in conversation, seemingly staying away from the topic of her life. Whenever he would ask her a question, she would sneakily answer it with another or would go off on a tangent about something related closely enough to the topic at hand but avoiding a straight answer. Still, they went on and shared a few laughs. Her laugh was infectious and Joe found himself getting lost in it and wanting to hear more. 

“You know, we’ve been talking for over an hour and I just realized, I haven’t properly introduced myself… My name is—”

“Shh…” She held her finger up to his lips and Joe felt a bolt of electricity surge through his body. “Don’t tell me. It’s better if I don’t know.”

“How so?”  

She picked up a fry and bit into it before answering. 

“I like to keep a bit of mystery in my life.” She smirked. 

“That’s fair. So what about you then? What’s your name?” 

She shook her head, giggling.

“Well, I know it starts with an ‘A’…"

“How do you know that?” 

“When I saw you in the bus shelter, you were wearing a necklace with an ‘A’ on it…”

“Oh.”

“If I guess it will you tell me?” He probed.

“Maybe.” She laughed again, taking another bite. 

“Hmm, well let’s see now… You wear a long beige coat. You don’t know your way around the city, and you don’t carry an umbrella with you when it’s raining… Ah, yes, I conclude your name is Adele.”

“Adele?” She chuckled. 

“Amanda… Alice… Abigail.” 

She shook her head, amused. Joe rubbed his chin.

“Anna?”

“With one ’N’ or two?” 

“Either!” He beamed, assuming he was close. 

“…Neither!” 

“Amy… Amelia… Angelica. Angel! You’re definitely an Angel.” 

“Do I look like an ‘Angel’?” She asked, softening her stare. 

“Absolutely… To me you are an angel.” 

“Well, then that’s it.” She smiled.

They gazed tenderly at each other before her mouth widened in excitement hearing Ella Fitzgerald’s “Angel Eyes” come on the radio. She leaned over and turned up the volume.

“Do you hear that?” She beamed, getting up off the bed and holding her hand out. “Dance with me.”  

“I can’t dance.” He replied shyly. “It’s not a pretty sight when I get on two fee.” 

“I’ll be the judge of that.” 

She reached down and pulled him up off the bed. Laughing, he wrapped his arm around her waist and held her close. He could smell the citrusy freshness and jasmine scent of her perfume. The softness of her skin and the way she held his hand as they swayed back and forth gave him proverbial butterflies. He hadn’t felt this way with woman since long before his wife passed. 

When the song came to an end, she held her hand over her mouth as she let out a small yawn. 

“I’m sorry, I’m getting sleepy.” 

“It’s late, you’re entitled.” He charmed. 

She fell back on the bed and took his hand, prompting him to do the same. They laid side by side and she snuggled up to him, resting her head on his arm. 

“I’d like to see you again… Not in a hotel setting.” He uttered, sounding as though it took all of his courage to say those simple words. 

“I’ll have to think about that.” 

“What about tomorrow?”

“… It is tomorrow, darling.”

Hearing another woman call him ‘darling’ nearly made him break into tears but he refrained and chose to find comfort in it. She closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep as Joe gazed adoringly at her. The small crease in the middle of her bottom lip, the perfect line of her jaw, the way her nose turned slightly upward and the dispersed but faint freckles on her chest all became noticeable. Then, his eyes raised up towards the desk and fell on her purse laying open. The information of who she was laid only ten feet away from him. Momentarily, he contemplated snooping but that thought disappeared when she curled herself into him. He chose this perfect moment over knowing anything more about her.


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