He waited at the bottom of the stair case looking in the mirror and tugging at his tie and then gliding his hand through his hair, he twisted his watch and grabbed his blazer off the banister.
Slipping it on his head quickly turned, his eyes gazing at the woman walking down the stairs, the woman he got to call his own: Molly Dawes.
She elegantly walked down the stairs, her tight black mini dress hugging her amazing figure, it complimented her cleavage but in a way that was more sophisticated than slutty. Her hair hung at either side of her face, the curls bouncing with every step she took. Her face makeup was minimal as her skin was perfect and glowy, her eyes smokey and her lips a deep purple colour. As she reached the bottom step she lifted her heeled black Louboutins (that Charles had insisted buying her) and slipped them on before looked at Charles his mouth wide open, his eyes tracing every part of her body.
"You'll catch flies babe" she smirked walking down the hallway, knowing full well he would be checking out her arse in her figure hugging dress.
"Fuck me Mol, you look amazing" he patted down his trousers before picking up his car keys and wallet.
"Later" she laughed turning her head so she was facing him, her hair swinging round in the process.
Charles wiggled his eyebrows before lifting her faux fur jacket off the coat peg and holding it out for her to reach her arms in. He locked his hand into hers and they started walking out the front door.
The plan was to meet up with Charles' parents at a swanky restaurant that Charles had insisted in booking in London. As they arrived outside the restaurant which was in Mayfair Charles got out of the car, handing his keys to the valet and then walking round to the right side of his Bentley to help Molly get out of the car. Locking his hand into hers they walked towards the entrance of the restaurant. A man waiting outside smiling at them as they approached the large glass doors.
"Charles" The man said smiling reaching his hand out his shuck Charles' free hand.
"Hey Harrison" he smiled and then introduced Molly feeling very proud that he could show her off.
As they finished talking Charles gently placed his hand on Molly's lower back and directed her toward the table which both his parents were already seated at.
As they approached the table molly walked over to kiss Charles' mothers cheek
"Hey Elizabeth, you look lovely" she smiled before kissing both cheeks of Charles father.
"Lovely to see you both, how are you both doing?" Jack asked while sitting back down on his chair while Charles lifted back Molly's chair and carefully pushing her back in much like he did the first time they have their 'date' in Bath.
"Yeah good thanks dad, the new house is lovely you'll have to come round tomorrow, I mean everything isn't finished but it's coming on nicely isn't it Mol?" He turned to watch her place her napkin upon her knee and then noticed her phone ringing.
"Sorry... Yeah it's lovely" she stuttered out "how are you finding London?" She asked pushing her phone back into her clutch, it still flashing with texts in the process.
"Yes it's been wonderful, we had lunch at the shard today was perfect wasn't it jack" Elizabeth said her face beaming.
They sat and ordered food, chatting in the process; smiling and laughing catching up on what everyone has been up to. Charles couldn't help but notice Molly checking her phone every other minute.
"Who is it?" He turned his head and whispered "who keeps bothering you?".
"Oh it's no one babe" she placed her hand on his upper thigh which caused his body to tingle.
"Hardly no one Mol, they won't bloody leave you alone" he said his voice raising a little.
"Leave it Charles" she removed her hand and stood up "excuse me, just nipping to the toilet".
Charles watched as she walked away, the fear flashing all over his face, Molly had been different recently they would have their special moments, but she was being more sharp and moody with him recently only causing him to have bad thoughts racing around his head. She had always been strong and he was worried she was starting to fall away from him. They had been together for a whole year now, and in these last few weeks he had definitely seen a change in her. He wanted to help but she was so bloody stubborn on not revealing her feelings to him, this new Molly scared the shit out of Charles, he wanted his bubbly fun Molly back.
"Is everything okay with Mol son?" His dad asked his voice sounding concerned.
Charles was still looking as Molly pushed the toilet door open, he cleared his throat "yeah everything is fine why would it be?". With that he picked up his glass of wine and quickly shot it down his throat, his temper was rising, an uncommon feeling for him. Something that was clearly visible to his parents. Who the fuck was texting her and why wouldn't she tell him? Maybe I'm over reacting he though, or was he?
The door was slammed shut; he watched her slip off her shoes and place them on the rack. He walked towards her and assisted her in removing her jacket.
"Thanks" she said softly.
"I don't mean to mither Mols..." He begun
"Then don't" she said abruptly.
"Fucking hell Mols, I'm only trying to show I care" he replied his voice level rising with every word "I am your boyfriend" he shouted as he marched into the kitchen.
She followed him opening the door slowly, her eyes scanned for him before seeing him emptying the dishwasher. She walked over to him snaking her arms around his waist. His body felt stiff much unlike his relaxed self, she rested her head on his shoulder and as she looked up she could see the tears in his eyes. He didn't make eye contact with her and also didn't turn round and hug her like she wanted him to instead he just said "I'm sorry I raised my voice, I'll never do that again" and with that he wiggled himself out of her arms and made his way upstairs, lifting his hand and wiping the tear from rolling down his face.
Okay... So this is something a little different to what I'm used to usually writing, I have a few ideas of how to carry this on as I think it will consist of quite a few chapters however I would love to hear what you guys think in terms of what is going to happen and who is texting Molly... Your reviews mean the world to me and I do have an idea myself of how the story will carry on and that will most likely be the one I choose but if I can incorporate your ideas in any way I will try my best.