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Continuation of last chapter, this time in Bridget's POV...you know the drill.

note:Yes I realize that 'Julio' was a character from the book, and not the movie...but who cares, Julio sounds better.

Meh.

November 11th

9st 4, alcohol units 2, cigarettes 6, calories 2,987, Boyfriends 1, shags 4 Hurrah!

9:20AM

Have had the best two days ever! Mark Darcy is as perfect as can be, and he is mine. I think am going to burst with happiness. "My Boyfriend, Mark Darcy." Even the sound of it is lovely.

"I'm sorry, have you met MY BOYFRIEND, Mark Darcy...top human rights barrister, very attractive and very rich!"

Shit, am beginning to sound like Mum! Think I am in love with Mark Darcy. It's hard to believe that not long ago I couldn't stand him.

I must have been an idiot not to know what all those looks and stares from him meant, maybe because I thought that it was out of his character to like me, someone who and I quote "Smokes like a chimney, drinks like a fish and dresses like her mother." But who cares! Am so happy!

Last night's shags were unbelievable, had no idea there was a tiger hiding behind all that haughty aloofness.

10:47AM

Phone, was mum. "Hello Darling Guess what? Julio and I are going out for dinner tonight and I was wondering if you could come, for a sort of late Birthday dinner." She said.

"Mother I already..." I started.

"But I also rang to talk darling, we couldn't continue our little conversation last night because of your party." She said with a touch of desperation in her voice.

"Ah yes." I thought. That conversation. "...I was just dozing off, when I felt this huge..."

Ugh! This conversation was about to get ugly, I could feel it.

She had started. This went on for a full 15 minutes, until I could take no more.

"Mum." I said abruptly. "I have to go, talk to you later." I know that she is my mother and that she sounds desperate...but there is only so much a daughter can take.

11:30AM

Phone rang again. Reluctantly went to pick it up thinking it was Mum again, then lunged at it when remembered that it might be Mark. Was Shazzer. "So how did things go after we left last night? Did you knock his block off?" She asked excitedly.

"It went...fine." I replied with a sigh of contentment having lovely flashbacks, wonder if she could hear me smiling over the phone.

"Fine? Come on Bridge we need fucking details here!" Shazzer said sounding anxious. Honestly, sometimes think friends have no life, that they need to hear about every tiny detail of mine.

"We?" I asked.

"Yeah, Jude's here too...so come on out with it!" She said.

Finally burst, and told her whole story not leaving out anything.

"Oh my God! So Daniel made up everything? Oh that fucking bastard!" Shazzer exclaimed.

"Yep, so I was being a bitch to Mark for no good reason, oh well...besides the fact that he slagged me off at the Turkey Curry buffet, but that doesn't matter." I said.

"Then I suppose you didn't need to knock his block off after all." Said Jude finally.

"Yeah 'The fight', although really fucking childish...was also bloody good fun to watch, though I think Tom enjoyed it more than anyone!" Shazzer said laughing heartily.

"For all the wrong reasons!" I said giggling.

"So...what was he like...hmm?" Asked Jude curiously. "Bloody fantastic. I just had no idea." I said trying to find the words.

"It's always the quiet ones." Shazzer said.

We discussed the issue quite thoroughly, although was a little ashamed about dissecting and analyzing Mark so much to friends. But couldn't help it and besides cannot turn back on Urban family and become a 'Smug Going Out With Someone'.

5:00PM

Mark just rang. Was a bit embarrassing as thought it was Mother and said that I didn't want to hear about her sex life. Although he seemed amused. He rang to say he was on his way over. Hung up phone and sat down on sofa, my heart still racing after talking to him. No one else had made me feel this way before. After recovering composure straightened up flat a bit, as still hadn't cleaned up wine bottles, plates etc from last night.

5:20PM

Mark came to my flat after he finished work looking dashing as always. Decided to play a sexy little game of "Guess Who?" in the front room. He thought it was highly amusing of course. This 'Fun' side of Mark Darcy is great, hopefully he will show it more often.

We then snuggled on the sofa for a while. Just cuddling and gazing into each other's eyes. Mmmm. He looked very tired and worn out.

"Are you sure you still want to go out for dinner tonight?" I asked stroking his cheek softly.

"Why, don't you feel like going?" He asked yawning.

"No, I do...but you look really tired and you've had a long day, are you sure you don't just want to get take-away?" I asked.

"No, I'm fine...I promised you dinner out tonight and I intend to keep my word." He whispered softly kissing my forehead.

"Alright...if you're sure?" I asked.

"Yes, I'm sure, we're going out for dinner...on our...first date." He finished a little sheepishly.

"Oh right, you could probably count last night as a first date...though I suppose not all first dates are as eventful as that, what with the girly fighting, people flying through windows and..."

"Yes, yes the guilt trip only lasts for so long, I'm sorry about wrecking your birthday...but as I recall, last night I did make it up to you." He said with a rather cheeky look on his face.

"You can make it up to me again now if you'd like." I said being equally cheeky. "Alright then, if I must." He said. We rolled around the sofa for a while, he is very naughty boy. Mmmm mmph V.G!

9:30PM

After a lovely shag on the couch...and rug...and kitchen floor, We both freshened up and got ready to go out.

We had lovely dinner full of laughing and talking. Mostly due to the wine, but I was feeling drunk on love.

So our first date went quite well. He told me more about himself, and about his relationship with Daniel and the incident with his wife, although he quickly changed the subject. It was only last Christmas and I don't doubt that it still hurt him. Also told him more about Me and my life.

After dinner, we got cab back to flat. Unfortunately didn't make it to bedroom in time so the carpet in the front room seemed the best place.

10:05PM

Afterwards Mark picked me up and carried me to the bedroom. He laid down next to me planting soft little, loving kisses on my neck and shoulders. I wrapped my arms around him, wishing that I could stop time and stay here, all warm and safe forever.

He suddenly looked straight into my eyes. He brushed a strand of hair out of my eyes and just continued to look lovingly at me. He opened his mouth to say something, but changed his mind.

"Were you going to say something?" I whispered. He looked like he was struggling to say something. He closed his eyes and said finally.

"Bridget...I...I..." He began weakly.

"Yeeeeesss?" I asked curiously.

"I...I've been offered a job, in New York at the firm of Abbott and Abbott, and I was...well...I..." He stuttered on.

"I was wondering, and I know that this is VERY soon, but I was wondering that if I accept this offer, well...would you come with me?"

To Be continued...

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