What did I do to make things go wrong, I wondered as I looked at my flat tire.
Just moved in to Van Nuys, CA in the hopes of catching up with fate and being where I was supposed to be. It was two years ago when I avoided going to California with my parents when they moved back, and decided to stay with my then boyfriend. Little did I know I was going to end up stranded in Alabama pregnant while he was up the river for the fifth time in two years! After giving birth to our baby girl alone I decided to pack up my things and move away. I was going to stop fighting the signs that I was not meant to be there and go where they pointed me I should be. A great house in a good neighborhood, close to my parents and near where my favorite celebrities lived, and then to top it all off I win the lottery so that it pays for a new car and moving expenses; clearly something was pushing me in that direction.
So why did all of a sudden I get a flat tire on my way back from the mall? No, I should focus on solving the problem; not obsess about it. I look at my cell phone, the battery just died as I was trying to call AAA. Apparently everyone else on the freeway had their own thing to do because no one was pulling over to help the lonely woman on the side of the road. Just to top it all off, it looked like it was about to rain and I could hear the baby starting to wake up from her nap in the back seat. Just great!
In frustration I lightly bump my head against the car. Out of the corner of my eye I see a black car pull up behind mine. I turn my head and see a familiar black Lamborghini pull off the road and park behind my little sedan. I've seen this car before, but only in pictures from my fan club. Never did I thought I would actually get to see it in person. Even less likely was the possibility of seeing one of my favorite celebrity men in person getting out of his car and walking up to me.
"Do you need assistance," he asked in that fabulous Italian accent of his. Fabio was dressed in a white button-up shirt and blue denim pants. I've seen many pictures of him before, I could picture every rippling muscle that lay under those clothes; and yet seeing him in person still took my breath away.
Yet I still managed to pull myself together and find my voice, "I got a flat. I've been meaning to get a jack since I got the car, I guess I postponed it too long."
He shook his head as if this was some typical thing for a woman to do. "I have one, I will help you." He smiled and proceeded to change my tire.
Among being shocked that this gorgeous hunk of man was helping me out, I also felt partly insulted. After all, I rarely ever am not prepared of able to resolve my own problems. "I could go ahead and do that, I do know how to change a tire," I felt compelled to tell him. "You shouldn't have to do that, you'll get your shirt dirty."
Noticing the car had stopped moving my daughter, Alexandria, began to cry from the back seat. "I think perhaps you might want to get that instead," he nodded towards the backseat. It sounded like a good idea. At least taking care of the baby will keep me distracted from other thoughts that were starting to pop in my head. Thoughts of running my hands along those strong arms, arms that had just successfully pulled of my tire and were rolling it to the back of the car. He had a nice ass too, and that hair... Alex chortled as I bounced her on my hip. A distraction was a good thing.
It did not take long for Fabio to change the tire. He finished putting things away as I put the baby back in her car seat. The rain began to pick up as I walked up to him, "Thank you for helping me out!"
"I'd like to follow you, just to make sure you make it home alright." He seemed genuinely concerned. It was sweet really, but a bit of panic rose to the back of my head. I just moved in a few weeks ago, the house was still crawling with boxes all over the living room and a few other rooms. Definitely not the kind of shape I'd like to have a special guest see. But it seemed like I would not get much of a chance to argue the matter as the rain started to definitely pick up.
So we drove, me ahead of his precious Lamborghini. It didn't take long to get to my house. Just pulling up my driveway and I see the flattened cardboard boxes I meant to take to the recycling getting wet in the yard. I take the keys out of my purse and hurry to unlock the door. Fabio got out of his car and helped me unload mine.
"I'm sorry for how the house looks," I felt compelled to say as we brought the last of the stuff inside, "I just moved in a few weeks ago. It takes a little longer to unpack when you're home alone." Why was I excusing myself to him? Because I didn't want him to think I was a slob, probably. He smiled that beautiful smile I'd seen so often in pictures but still seemed to just make me all giggly inside. Not like I would let him know that! "I'd like to thank you by making you dinner, but you probably had plans before you came to my rescue. How about Friday?"
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Of course I didn't expect him to show up. So come Friday night I'm getting a home-made pizza out of the oven. Alex is sitting on the kitchen floor banging on plastic bowls and pretending to cook like mommy. Just had to make a quick salad for myself and we'd be ready for dinner when the doorbell rang. I wasn't expecting company but I went to answer anyways. I opened the door and there he was; dressed in jeans again, black tank top, brown jacket, teddy bear on one hand and flowers on the other. Gosh did I feel out of place getting the door in a gray gargoyle t-shirt, blue shorts, my hair up in a messy bun, and barefoot. "Oh, I didn't think you were actually going to show," I exclaimed.
"I can see that," he threw his head back and laughed. "If you wish to change I can wait for you."
