The Blind and the Unfaithful.

Chelsea thought that her romantic life ended after ending up blind due to an accident years ago, until Vaughn enters her life. Vaughn is the perfect guy for her, and vice versa. But there's something about Vaughn that seems a little… Off.

A/N: Greetings! I hope everyone enjoys this story, and forgive me for any errors I made, since English isn't really my native language. I'll try to update as much as I can, since I have a new interest in writing. And, I might continue my ElsaxJack story that I have stopped updating too. :p

I do not own any of the characters here. [sadly]

Vaughn, Vaughn, Vaughn. That was all I could think about. "It's been long since I've felt this way about a guy." I thought as I took a sip from my hot tea and laid back on my sofa. I felt giddy. Giddy from love, that is.

"Ms. Adkins, don't forget about Sir Vaughn coming over to pick you up later on at 2PM. Oh! And I have your bath readied for you, so if you may, let me help you to your bath."

The sweet voice of my helper woke me up from my mini Vaughn trance. I couldn't see, but that doesn't mean I'm completely helpless.

"Saraaah, I did tell you there's no need to prepare the bath for me, didn't I?" I moaned in protest as I got up a little too quickly, causing my head to spin.

"I'm sincerely sorry, Ms. Adkins, however Sir Vaughn did tell me to take really good care of you when he's away." Sarah giggled, as she rushed over to help Chelsea over to her bath.

I lived alone in a huge apartment, just a little off Central New York. My helper didn't live together with me and would only come by during the day. My parents died the very same day I became blind. Fortunately, my father was the vice-president of a large design firm, and all his will went to his only daughter, yours truly. I still work there, taking over the role of my deceased father.

11.30AM –

I lay in bed, all ready to meet Vaughn. I got ready a little too early, maybe because I was excited. But I'll never tell Vaughn that, knowing his ego is already overwhelming. I sniffed the air, "Hot milk," I thought. "Sarah must be preparing that for Vaughn."

I still remember the first time I met Vaughn at that little café nearby Central Park, amazing that that was a little over 6 months ago. I felt around for a nearby pillow and hugged it, recalling back on how we first met.

I carried the ice cold mocha latte in my hands, feeling around to try and get a seat. "Geez, this place is too noisy for me to actually listen carefully for an empty seat." I thought as I sighed. I felt around and found a seat that seemed empty and was, probably, at the far end corner of the café.

"Finally, a seat! Gosh, that was exhausting." I mumbled and took a sip from my latte. Suddenly, I hear a grunt coming from the opposite side of me. I stiffened at the thought that there might actually be someone already sitting here.

"Oh dear, i-is there someone already sitting at this table? I'm really sorry, I'll move away!" I stuttered as I tried to get up from my seat.

"Wait, you can't see me?" A low and husky voice mumbled in curiosity. His voice sounded really rough, and from just listening to the tone of his voice, I could tell that he was a really bad-tempered man. "Oh no, is he gonna beat me up?" I wondered, and panic struck mHis voice sounded really rough, and from just listening to the tone of his voice, I could tell that he was a really bad-tempered man. "Oh no, is he gonna beat me up?" I wondered, and panic struck my entire body.

"So now you can't hear me as well?" He asked again, this time sounding really sarcastic and impatient.

I felt my eyes grow bigger and my palms started to sweat a little more.

"Um, yes. I mean no. I mean, I can't see you pretty much because I'm blind. But I can hear

I felt my eyes grow bigger and my palms started to sweat a little more.

"Um, yes. I mean no. I mean, I can't see you pretty much because I'm blind. But I can hear you! Just, I was a little shocked that I didn't hear you sitting here." I burst out a little too quickly. Too quickly that I even managed to prepare to repeat myself slowly, if he asked me to. I felt my whole body tremble, I could feel that this was a pretty dangerous guy to be around with, especially if you're a blind 25 year-old lady. I gripped on to my latte, getting ready to run out of the café for my life.

There was a long moment of silence between us. "Did he leave?" I thought to myself, or at least I thought I did.

"No, I'm still here... Look, sorry for being rude. I don't mind you sitting here, so just take a seat or whatever," He mumbled apologetically.

I could feel my heart starting to warm up from the way he apologised. I smiled widely at him and sat back down slowly, and continued sipping my latte slowly.

"What's your name?" he asked really softly. I could tell he was hesitant in asking that.

"I'm Chelsea... Chelsea Adkins." I said a little softly too. I was no longer scared of the guy, but something about him still makes me nervous.

"Vaughn. Vaughn Sutton."