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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