The New Year’s Eve party at the Mornington Manor was in full swing when Samantha arrived, she’d had to work late so arranged to meet Kevin at the party.
But a combination of bad luck and an awkward family get together, meant she was even later than she had anticipated and when she walked into the ballroom she was ready to grovel in apology to him, but he was nowhere to be seen.
She asked around and eventually she ascertained he had last been seen crossing the terrace heading in the direction of the summerhouse so she followed in his footsteps however it appeared it was too late for her apologies, and it was even too late to save her engagement as she found her Fiancé Kevin otherwise engaged, with her cousin Bryony, who was bent over a planter with her underwear around her knees and him stood very intimately behind her.
If Samantha had been surprised by what greeted her in the summerhouse it was nothing compared to Kevin’s surprise when she kicked him in the scrotum as he tried to put his manhood back in his trousers and there was definitely a look of surprise on Bryony’s face a split second after Samantha punched it as she tried to hoist her underwear back up, and she fell backwards over the planter.
With Kevin doubled up and unable to speak and Bryony laying on her back with her legs in the air like an upturned beetle and her knickers still halfway up her thighs Samantha stormed out of the Manor like a Celtic Goddess with her flaming red hair streaming behind her.
She sped through the crowd of guests like a heat seeking missile, through the ballroom, the entrance hall and shot straight out the main entrance and into the car park and straight into Nigel Hagarth who was lost in thought as he walked the other way and they both ended up in a heap on the floor.
“Why don’t you look where you’re going you fucking idiot” she screamed, but Nigel totally ignored Samantha’s angry remarks and instead chose to look at the striking red head with an appraising eye.
“Are you ok?” he asked with concern
She looked confused at first, unable to comprehend why someone would be nice to her after she had firstly poleaxed him and then very rudely blamed him for it.
She opened her mouth to launch another tirade at him but dissolved into tears instead.
Nigel took her in his arms and comforted her while she cried her pitiful tears and as they sat on the tarmac of the car park outside the Manor, and in the darkness as she sobbed and dribbled on his new jacket, their hearts somehow became entwined.
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