Mr. Wrong

Andrew Leavy was as cliché as young rich men come. He was the new vice president in his father’s international empire, simply because he was his father’s son. Not because he was worthy of a vice presidency. He lived alone in a penthouse high above the downtown area of Orlando. The ladies loved him, not only because of his money, but also because of his charming good looks and perfection. He dressed in nothing but the best. In fact, one would die trying to find a pair of jeans that he didn’t pay at least one hundred dollars for. Andrew was reaching 30. And his mother desperately wanted him to settle down and give her some grandchildren.

Andrew and his mother just happened to be out one night, at the same restaurant in which Sydney worked. They had both ordered very lovely, and very expensive lobster dishes. Once they both finished eating, they told they waiter that they wished to meet and thank the chef personally. The message was delivered to Sydney, so she came right out and met with the couple.

“My dear child, are you the chef who prepared that most delectable meal?” The woman, who looked to be around 56 or 57, asked.

“Yes, Ma’am, I am.” Sydney answered, with a gentle curtsey. Andrew cleared his throat, stopping his mother before she went on with her compliments of the food. He got up from the table and took Sydney’s hand. Then he bent down and kissed it, slightly letting his tongue taste her skin. Sydney was well aware of what he was doing; yet she was ironically flattered.

It had been a little over 2 weeks since she had spoken with AJ. And even that was when they had there little altercation in the kitchen of that very restaurant. So, knowing that a man was at least a little interested as like a breath of fresh air.

As Andrew let go of her hand. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a car. Not a business care, but more of a social one. It had his name, cell phone number, and home number printed on it.

“Call me if you’re ever free.” He stated. Sydney was on the verge of saying she could not, but he held up his hand, in a haughty fashion.

“No ‘buts’, just call me.” Sydney took the card and nodded again at Andrew’s mother. Then she turned and returned to the kitchen.

Andrew’s mother, Catherine, turned to her son with a look of sheer amazement upon her face. She gasped and frowned without even thinking about it. Andrew went out of his way to explain his odd actions.

“You were just now nagging me about settling down. Well, I’m going to. With that girl.” Andrew said. Catherine’s eyes opened wider than before and she leaned in closer, demanding more of an explanation without having to ask.

“Well, she can cook. She’s probably not into material things. She’s gorgeous. And I bet she’s the type that would stay at home and tend to things. She’s you, Mother. You told me yourself that you were just a shy military brat when Dad married you. And look what you’ve become. She can turn out the same.” Catherine was still in a state of complete shock.

“But Andrew, sweetheart of mine, you don’t even know her. She could be a dreadful thing. She might have children already. Even worse… what if she’s divorced??? Or what if she comes from an awful family. You must consider those things.” Catherine advised.

“Very true. But are you suggesting that I marry one of those debutant daughters of one of your friends? They’re all so shallow mother. And so uninteresting. Predictable. I want someone different. I want the cook. And I’ll get her, you’ll see.” Andrew assured her. Catherine simply leaned toward her son and stroked his hair.

“Oh dear, I don’t care you end up with. Just so long as you treat her well. And please, for Heaven’s sake, treat her better than your father treats me.” She patted his cheek then and Andrew smiled.

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Sydney sat on her bed looking up at a picture of herself and AJ. It was when he took her to Paris for her birthday. Quite a surprise it was. Such a generous gift. They had so much fun that week. Her mind began to drift to the nights they spent there.

She thought back to their last night there. He bathed her. Rubbed lotion all over her body. Kissed every inch of skin. He massaged her back. And her front for that matter. He made love to her that night. Just thinking about how perfect he felt within her was mind-boggling. Where did they go wrong? And why was it hurting her heart so badly? He hadn’t called. Neither had she called him. She missed him terribly. Still, she couldn’t bring herself to go crawling back, just to return to the way things were.

Her body began to ache for AJ’s touch. She wanted to feel his kisses. She wanted to feel him inside of her. She wanted to hear him whisper that he loved her in her ear, something she had never heard but could only imagine. She wanted AJ, period. It was killing her slowly.

She reached into her pocket, remembering the handsome man in the restaurant who gave her his number. She figured that calling him was a sure-fire way of forgetting her feelings… and yearnings for AJ. She picked up the phone and dialed.

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AJ was sitting in his room as well. He had the VCR remote control in his hand, rewinding and playing the same video over and over again. It was a videotape he made of Sydney one night after they had fooled around. She was lying on the bed wearing her thin little baby-doll sleeper. She looked drained, and she was at the time. They had been fooling around that night for hours upon hours and it showed in her appearance. Her eyes were half open, still she was smiling.

“How do you feel, beautiful?” AJ asked her in the tape. She shrugged and smiled again. Rolling her eyes back as if to say, “I don’t know.” AJ watched himself climb onto the bed with her on the screen. He touched her thigh and she touched his hand. As he watched, he longed to feel her touch again.

“What are you thinking about, Syd?” She shrugged again. Then she opened her mouth to answer.

“I’m not thinking about anything in particular. I feel too relaxed right now. My mind is at ease.” She replied. Then AJ placed the camera down on the bed and both could be seen. AJ climbed on top of her and began kissing her neck. All of a sudden, tape stopped and went to fuzz and snow.

AJ was about to rewind again, but he decided against it. He just turned the VCR off as well as the TV and turned over toward the clock. It was getting late. He had wasted yet another day pining over his best friend. He missed her so much. He could still smell her perfume in the pillows, even after washing the cases. It was killing him slowly as well.

He picked up the phone and called her. But her “on the other line” message played. He was too ashamed to leave a message. So he simply hung up. He wanted so much to hold her again. To smell her skin. To kiss her lips. When he thought about it, he wished he had kissed her more often. For the one time that he did, it was the best kiss he had ever experienced.

Thoughts of Sydney were beginning to get to him. He reached up and switched off the light. Then he closed his eyes to sleep. Sleep would help him forget, for sure.

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“So, I’ll see you Thursday?” Andrew asked again over the phone, for confirmation.

“Definitely. We’ll have fun, I’m sure of it.” She added. Then, after short and formal goodbyes, they both hung up. Sydney fell back on the bed and sighed. She felt better already. She was moving on. And she needed that dearly… to move on.



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