Catfish, page 12
Lewis – You there, Kate?
Kate – Yes, sorry, Lewis. You just shocked me.
Lewis – Why?
Kate – Just because…. I don’t suppose I’m your usual type, that’s all.
Lewis – What do you mean? What is my usual type?
Kate – Come on, Lewis. You know what I mean. I’m not exactly model material.
Is this getting a bit too heavy now? What is it about writing to someone and not speaking face to face or on the phone? I seem to be more open and say things I wouldn’t normally say face to face?
Lewis – Kate I don’t really have a usual type? But I can tell you that you are most definitely my type. I haven’t stopped thinking about you all day today. You are a beautiful smart woman who I would like to get to know. How about that drink on Monday? PLEASE, pretty PLEASE—I’m not beyond begging. In fact, I’m on my knees now haha 😊
Shit, he really does want to get to know me. I like him more and more and he seems so lovely and caring. Will it hurt to go out for a drink with him? Maybe he should come to mine again if Friday was anything to go by, with his fans coming and interrupting us. Would he think it too forward if I suggest he comes to my apartment?
Lewis – Kate? Have I scared you off?
Maybe I can do this. Why not. I am good enough for anyone, just because my past experiences have been horrendous, why should I settle for less? I think I should take the chance.
Lewis – Sorry if I upset you, Kate. I didn’t mean to overstep the mark, I can’t help what I feel, and if the chemistry last night was anything to go by, you must have felt it too?
Kate – Sorry, Lewis. I’m here. Just thinking. Yes, I would like to have a drink with you on Monday. I thought it was just me that felt that last night. I was so embarrassed after you left. Do you want to come to mine on Monday, or I could come to yours? That’s not me being forward, please don’t think that. I’m just thinking how it was in that bar last night and how your fans kept approaching you. It would be difficult to talk with that happening?
Lewis – Phew. I thought it was just me. Glad you felt it too. I would love nothing more than for us to spend time together alone rather than be interrupted all the time. I don’t mind either way, if your happy, I will come to you. I know you feel better that way.
Kate – Yes, okay then. If you come to mine around seven p.m., I should be home by then. Do you want me to do some pasta? I will see you on Monday. Loved speaking to you tonight. I’m off to bed now. Goodnight, Lewis. Xx
Lewis - Pasta is my favourite. I would love that, thank you. See you at seven p.m. on Monday. Let me know tomorrow if you hear from FL, please, Kate. Goodnight, beautiful. Hope you manage to sleep better tonight. I know I will now. 😊X
What have I done? A real-life date with a real person that I didn’t meet on a dating site and a famous model of all people. I need to pinch myself. Oh well, if I don’t take the chance, I will never know.
I go to bed and do fall asleep fairly quickly, and I have a great night’s sleep this time.
George
I’M GOING STIR crazy here. I went back to her apartment building late last night, well more like early this morning, and I snuck down the ramp to the parking garage. I was in black sweats, jacket and black beanie hat with the hood of my hoodie pulled up so the security cameras couldn’t see my face. I knew there would be security cameras in a place like that. The parking garage was only the one level thankfully, so I could get in and out quickly before someone came to see what I was doing. I couldn’t see her blue Mercedes anywhere. She didn’t come home last night, the filthy whore. Is she seeing someone else? Is that why she cancelled on me?
I came back home to think about what to do? The bitch is lying to me and messing me around. I have to get rid of her for good. I can’t just leave it and find someone else. She’s in my head. She’s the spitting image of my so-called mother. I can’t let her live and do things to her children like my mother did to me. I have got to do this and rid her from this earth.
I trained for over two hours, and still I felt the anger. I went back to her apartment building at 10 a.m. to see if her car was there and it wasn’t. I hung around for a couple of hours just down the road where I could see the entrance to the garage ramp. There were cars coming and going but not hers. Where the fuck is she? Why is she doing this to me? She just wants to mess with my head. Well, just you wait, bitch, I will mess with your head.
I went to the pub, the one I was at the other night watching those other whores. I wanted to see if I could get rid of this anger by watching them. It was nearly empty; the only women in there were old, haggard ones looking for free drinks from anyone that would buy them one. Filthy whores, the lot of them. I stayed for a couple of hours, knocking back a few whiskeys before coming back to my shithole.
It’s now 2.30 p.m., and I’m in front of my computer looking at her message to me. Maybe that’s where she is, at her brother’s looking after her nephew. Maybe she hasn’t lied to me. Who am I kidding? They all fucking lie. I start to write, telling her I understand and that we can re-arrange to next Saturday, along with other bullshit I have to put to make it sound genuine, blah blah blah. I won’t be able to wait that long. I know that for a fact, I will get her this week, one way or another.
Katherine
I HAD A good night’s sleep, and feel refreshed this morning.
I’m on a walk in the fresh air near my home. There are fields around where I live with public footpaths for the ramblers. It’s nice but fresh out, so I wrapped up with my woolly scarf, hat and gloves, and put my wellies on. I love it around here at this time of year. It’s just coming into autumn.
It also gives me time to think, walking through the fields. I checked before I left and there was no message from FL on the dating site. I am beginning to hope I don’t hear from him again. I know Lewis is worried he’s dangerous predator and wants to stop him from hurting anyone, but it still scares me.
I shudder at the thought of what could have happened if I’d met him last night. It really is scary when you think about all the possibilities. I think if I ever do this again, on a dating site, I will make sure I Facetime or Skype the person I’m going to meet so I know exactly who it is I’m meeting. I suppose you learn by your mistakes, but to what expense. I could have been raped or killed last night. Wow, I’m actually crying at the thought and possibilities and the embarrassment at being stupid to put myself in this predicament.
I start heading home. I pass a few couples out walking, mainly with dogs. It’s at times like this I really want a relationship, for those moments, out walking a dog or going out just to the pub for lunch or cosying up on the couch in front of the log fire, watching films and drinking wine. It’s the company I crave as well. I hate being alone. Since mum died, it’s been hard. I miss her so much. I think I will go and see Brad and Cindy and give my lovely niece and nephew big cuddles. It’s what I need today.
When I get home, I make a mug of coffee and go and sit on the cushioned seat in the window recess in the kitchen. The view from here is of my back garden, then beyond the garden is a vast field, housing horses.
I phone Brad to see if he and Cindy are in and up for a visit and arrange to go over a little later on after I’ve done some more research on the buildings I want to buy. Cindy shouts to Brad to tell me to stay for dinner, that they have plenty. I say I will be there at four p.m. for dinner and cuddles.
After a couple of hours, I decide I’ve done enough research. The buildings I want are sounding better and better to me. I’m so excited about these buildings. I’m so confident when it comes to my business, why can’t I be like that with men?
I check the dating site before I get ready to head to Brad and Cindy’s, and my heart drops to my stomach when I see that FL has messaged.
Katherine,
I am so sorry to hear the news about your little niece. I do hope she’s doing okay and that it’s nothing too serious.
I completely understand, family comes first.
As long as everything is okay with your family, then I would love to re-arrange and make it for next Saturday.
We have waited this long, so what’s a few more days, although I cannot wait to finally meet you in person. I hope you feel the same.
Please let me know how your niece is doing.
Shall we say Saturday the same time and the same place providing everything is ok?
Please don’t worry and just concentrate on helping your family.
Hope to hear from you soon.
Lewis
Wow, I did not expect that. He is very understanding and so genuine. I would have had no problem believing he meant what he said if I hadn’t met the real Lewis. It’s so scary how deceiving people can be. I need to let Lewis know I’ve had a message back from FL.
Kate – Hi, Lewis, just wanted to let you know that FL has messaged me back and he wants to re-arrange the date for next Saturday. He was really nice in his reply and very genuine, which is scary. I’m going to my brother’s for dinner and cuddles with my niece and nephew. I will speak to you when I get back home later if you’re around? Maybe we can Facetime or Skype? Xx
I send the message, then go and get ready to head out to Brad’s. I’ll reply to FL once I’ve spoken to Lewis, hopefully later on. Now I’m really nervous about how we will get him.
I need to head to the shops before they close. There is a toy store on the retail park not far from where Brad lives, and I want to get Simon and Lottie something. I like to spoil them when I do get to see them, but Cindy doesn’t like them having sweets, which I tend to agree with, so a toy it is.
I get to Brad’s just after four p.m. I give him a kiss on the cheek then rush in to see Simon and Lottie.
Simon screams, “Tanty Kate, Tanty Kate,” and runs at me like a bull. I scoop him up in my arms. “Wow, Simon, you’ve grown so big. You’re getting too big for Aunty Kate. Soon you will be lifting me up into your arms.” He laughs at me. “Tanty Kate. Tats silly. I’m small. You can lift me for this long,” he says spreading his arms wide. I put him down and tickle his tummy and sides. Lottie comes crawling over to me and grabs my leg while Simon is laughing so hard on the floor from the tickling. Lottie pulls herself up to a standing position, gripping my leg. She wobbles a little bit, but she’s able to stand up on her own. “Oh wow, Lots, look at you, my little pudding, standing up all on your own, you big girl.”
I reach down to lift her into my arms and give her a big cuddle. I blow a raspberry on her cheek, and she starts to giggle. She tries to do it to my cheek, and I end up with slaver all over me. She’s just the cutest thing ever. I squeeze her to me, and she starts squirming and grabs hold of my hair.
“Ouch, don’t pull my hair, Lots. Give Aunty Kate a big kiss and a cuddle. I’ve missed you, my little pudding.” Lottie giggles again in my arms. “Down, Down,” she squeals. I put her down where she crawls to Simon, who is looking in the bag I put near the kitchen door.
“Hey, Mr Nosey, out of the bag.” He looks at me with the biggest grin on his face.
“But, Tanty Kate, there is a truck in the bag and a teddy bear. Are they for us?” He looks at me with those big brown eyes he has and long eyelashes fluttering at me, looking like a little cherub. How can I resist that look? Lottie is also trying to see what’s in the bag. I move to them and take the bag off the floor. I pull out a big box that has a fire truck in it, and a big teddy bear that has different materials on it to touch, and his arms and legs make sounds when you move them.
“You spoil them, Kate, but, thank you,” Cindy says to me from behind.
“I’m allowed to spoil my niece and nephew. I don’t see them anywhere near as much as I would like,” I say to her. “Besides, don’t thank me yet. That fire truck makes a lot of noise,” I tell her laughing.
Brad brings me a cup of tea, and I hand Cindy a couple of envelopes.
“Kate will you stop with the envelopes every time you come. The only reason I take them is to put the money away in the savings accounts I’ve set up for them.”
“I know Cindy, but it’s up to me. It’s my money.” I shrug and smile at her.
“If you have accounts set up for them give me the account numbers, then I can just put some money in as and when, and you don’t need to take the envelopes from me anymore.” It’s what I will do for any children I may have—if I ever have any. But for the time being, I can do this for my niece and nephew.
Brad doesn’t like me doing this. He thinks it’s his job to provide everything for his family. He hates that I’m successful and have money. I wish he would just be proud of me. He’s all I have left.
After dinner, its playtime before bath and then bed. I help bath them and then help put them to bed. I love doing this. It makes me feel like I belong somewhere and have a purpose. I’m a successful businesswoman with one of the biggest and soon-to-be biggest property investment companies in London, yet, I don’t feel I have a purpose or that I belong anywhere in particular.
I check my phone once the kids are in bed. Lewis has messaged me back.
Lewis – Kate, please Facetime me when you get home so we can discuss the FL situation. Hope you’re having a good day with your family. Speak to you later. X
Kate - Just got your message. Having a cup of tea now the kids are in bed. Will Facetime you as soon as I get home a little later if you are around. Xx
Lewis – Oh, don’t worry. I will definitely be around waiting for your call. X
Now I can’t wait to get home. I have my cup of tea, make small talk before I leave around seven p.m. I will get home, have a shower, and then Facetime Lewis.
Lewis
I’M PACING THE living area in the suite, anxious for Kate to phone.
I have my phone in my hand so I don’t miss her call.
I take it to the bathroom when I need the toilet so I don’t miss her call.
I take it into the kitchen area of the suite so I don’t miss her call.
I look again at the phone just in case I did miss her call, somehow. I notice it’s 7.20 p.m. I thought she said she wouldn’t be long. I’m so impatient, but I can’t help it. I just want to speak to her, and I’m so glad she suggested we Facetime or Skype, my heart goes wild when I think of seeing her beautiful face again. I’ve got it bad for her.
Does it really happen—love at first sight, or is that just a myth? It’s never happened to me, but I have strong feelings for her. I know it’s quick, but I think it’s possible. I wish she were here in London, so I could be with her.
I’m still pacing. I just can’t settle. I thought about going for a run but it’s dark outside, plus I didn’t want to miss her call. I hope she’s alright. It’s 8.15 p.m. now. Surely, she should be home? I think about texting her, but I’m worred she’ll think I’m too eager. My phone pings, and I see her name appear. Thank God for that. My heart is pounding.
Kate – Sorry, was longer than expected at Brad’s. Home now, but just jumping in the shower. Will ring you in about thirty minutes. Xx
Ok, at least she’s home. I think I’ll do the same. I have a shower and get into my sweats. I haven’t put a top on yet, and I’m towel-drying my hair, walking out of the bathroom, when my phone goes. It’s Kate, Facetiming me. I grab the phone and answer, still drying my hair
“Hey, beautiful, how are you?” Fuck, seeing her face my heart is beating so fast, she is gorgeous.
“Hey, yourself, handsome. I’m good, thank you. Oh, sorry, do you want me to call you back? It looks like you just got out of the shower.”
“I have, but its fine, let me just comb my hair back, otherwise it dries all messy and curly if I don’t.” I reach for my comb and hold the phone in one hand so I can see her beautiful face while I comb my hair with the other hand. I then go to my bed and sit on it with my back to the headboard. “Did you get your shower?”
“Yes, I did. Are you sure you don’t want to finish getting dressed I can call you back?” She’s blushing, and it’s then I look down and realise I don’t have a top on. She must think I’m naked.
“Is it bothering you that I don’t have a top on Kate? If it is, I can throw a t-shirt on. I don’t want you uncomfortable. I do have my sweats on, see?” I point the camera down so she can see me, but I do it slowly down my chest to my bottom half. Shit, it’s a good job my cock is behaving after seeing her, it looks like she is only wearing a cropped camisole. I can see the straps and the top of it, which shows the swell of her chest. There goes my cock. It doesn’t take much. I move the camera up quickly so she doesn’t see him standing to attention.
“Lewis, I’m far from uncomfortable that you don’t have a top on and you didn’t need to show me the bottom half. I can’t see it while talking anyway, so it would be fine if you were naked because I wouldn’t know…” She’s blushing and has a big grin on her face. I love it. Is love too strong a word? Now she’s chewing her bottom lip, and my cock is rock hard. This conversation is going in the wrong direction very quickly.
“You’re a fine one to talk, beautiful. It doesn’t look like you’re wearing much either. It’s a good job you’re covered up and not topless, or we may have a problem.”
“Ha, how do you know I’m covered up? I could be naked down below.” She’s teasing me now, and I love it. There I go again with the L word. Two can play at this game.
“I bet you really are naked down below, that’s why you aren’t showing me.” She moves the camera down her body like I just did, slowly, torturing me. Holly shit, she has the tightest tank top on, which is showing me how turned on she is, her nipples are like bullets, standing on end. As she goes lower, I see her pierced belly button. Now, that is a surprise. Lower still, and she has the tiniest boy shorts on, showing her amazing legs. Shit, I think I am about to explode in my pants. Breath, Lewis, breath. Down boy.
