The Secret Millionaire
Disclaimer - I have nothing to do with Emmerdale
Jackson Walsh was a smart business man, it hadn't been easy but He'd worked hard and had reaped the rewards of that hard work particularly one venture had brought the big bucks rolling in, He'd bought a block of run down flats in the centre of London seeing the potential of those flats and their location had seen the builder turn the derelict development into luxury apartments with waterside side views and impressive pent houses that had wealthy business men clambering over themselves to own one, Jackson soon had sold all the apartments for a very healthy profit this money had led onto further developments and even more cash in the bank, the one thing that was lacking in Jackson's life was a person he could call his own.
The builder had dated but hadn't found anyone special he wanted to be sure that the person he settled down with was with him because of who he was and not the balance in his bank account, he'd come close a couple of times but had found out just in time, both times, that what made him ideal to the other men was in fact a healthy bank balance and one of the pent houses he'd developed so both relationships had ended and all Jackson felt was an overwhelming sense of Lucky escape
He still had his first van, it was bashed and dented but to Jackson it was still his pride and Joy, he remembered the feeling he had when he'd bought that van, already a sense of achievement that he had managed to pay cash for it and how it was going to help his business expand.
The sense of unrest in the builder couldn't be contained as Jackson tried to face up to a life of always being uncertain of any potential partners real feelings or agenda towards him, He paced his apartment but the walls just kept closing in on him, he just knew he had to get away, without really planning it he packed a few clothes in a bag grabbed the old vans keys and headed out of his flat
With no thought to where his end destination would be he just travelled in the slow lane of the motorway leading away from London, he even slept in the van on the roadside and ate his breakfast in one of the nameless, faceless motorway café's, the further away from the city he got the more he noticed that buildings were replaced by fields and tree's it made Jackson's mood lift and for the first time in a long time the builder actually smiled and relaxed just enjoying seeing something of the countryside
For no particular reason Jackson turned off the motorway and was taking more time by driving along B class roads, this was how he stumbled upon a little village in Yorkshire called Emmerdale, it was a pretty village the cottages were built from the lovely Yorkshire sandstone, there was a village shop, post office, church and a Pub advertising the fact that they sold food, it was lunch time and the builder's stomach rumbled complaining that all he'd eaten was a greasy fryup in the motorway café, surely he deserved a bit of decent grub which he hoped he get at, The Woolpack, he looked up at the name of the Pub as he climbed out of the van, stretched and then walked up the steps and through the front door
The interior of the pub was cozy and comfortable, Cask Ales on sale along with the usual rang of lagers and Alcoholic Lemonades, Jackson ordered a drink and then grabbed a menu went to a table at the back and sat to read the choices he had to chose from, there were delicious smells and steaming hot food was being served to other customers making Jackson's mouth water even more, he wondered what was good on the menu but every meal brought out seemed to be good so the builder chose steak pie, potatoes and veg he ordered at the bar along with another drink, went back to his seat to wait for the food to arrive.
After he'd eaten his meal Jackson was lingering wondering whether to stay a bit longer or whether to continue on with his journey, he was roused from his musing by the sound of laughter at the bar, there was a couple of young lads, probably a couple of years younger than him having a joke together and laughing so hard that they were doubling over and holding their sides it made Jackson smile too, he decided that it was time to leave, got up from his seat and made his way towards the door, to get there he had to pass the young men who obviously were not aware he was behind them as one lad turned around and knocked his drink all over the builder
Jackson was speechless the shock of being soaked by a pint of lager only half the problem, the other was because he was staring into the most amazing blue eyes he'd ever seen
TBC?