LOGIN"Oh my God!" was the only thing she could say- well screamed - when Holly realized a couple of days later just who with she had spent her day off. She had, by chance, seen an interview with him on breakfast television.
"Now Nick, please tell us about this wonderful place you have been in the Lake District, I understand you were there for quite a while?"
Kerry Jones smiled as sweetly as she could to this super confident man who certainly didn't take fools gladly. She knew she had to be careful when interviewing Marco Laine, Kerry had seen other colleagues shot down in flames by him if they asked the wrong questions.
"I was there for about six weeks; it's a very relaxed environment. It's no secret that my life has been up and down as a result of drinking and taking various illegal substances, but being in the Cloisters did help, for a while you are cloistered from the world while you make decisions about your life. I'm feeling great, so topic closed." He said firmly."
Kerry understood,
"And what else did you manage to do there, did you write any songs for the new album?"
"Yes, I did write a song," Marco smiled into the camera.wonderfulday with loads of dragonflies and someone beautiful, who was the inspiration for it all."
Holly practically choked on her coffee, "Oh my God!" she said in more of a whisper this time.
"Is there anything you would like to say to your inspiration?" the interviewer asked.
Nick grinned. "Thank you for a wonderful day, and remember what I told you."
"Ooh, what did you tell her? Can you share that?" Kerry pleaded
Nick laughed, "No, it's our secret." He winked at the camera.
"Oh, my God! Holly was shaking; she'd had wild, wilful sex with Marco Laine, out in the open air and without a condom!
Holly could hardly get her breath. She did remember what he'd told her; that he was clean the results of his tests had just come back, she hoped to God that he wasn't lying. That wasn't what he was referring to though after she had told him about Rob, he'd said to her that she should be confident in herself, he'd held her, comforting her.
"Don't stay here all your life, Holly, find new places, be confident, you could have any man you see, but don't let them walk all over you like Rob. You are far too good for him. Maybe one day when you have grown up a bit, and I have sorted myself out, perhaps we'll meet again."
Holly sat on her bed, she felt the tears rolling down her face, and she had no idea who he was.
It was a week later when the first letter arrived. Holly never got letters, and this was addressed to Holly, c/o Housekeeping, Blackthorne Hotel. Ben brought it to her during her break.
"Who's that from then Holly", asked Ben, "a secret admirer?"
Holly knew who it was from immediately; she didn't recognize the strong black handwriting or the heavy laid cream envelope. The postmark was smudged, so that didn't; give her any clue as to where it was posted. But she knew this was her love letter. She was going to open it there and then, but suddenly stopped.
"Oh I know, it's from my cousin, not heard from her for a long while, it'll be all about family. Oh and here was I thinking it might be from my secret love!" She grinned at Ben, put the letter in her pocket and escaped as quickly as she was able to her room. She stood leaning against the door heart racing; the letter was burning a hole in her pocket. She stood looking at the curves and swoops of the writing, in some ways she didn't even want to open it, just in case it wasn't from him, why would it be from him? That was ridiculous, had she told him where she worked? She couldn't remember.
Carefully she slipped her finger under the corner of the envelope. No, she didn't want to rip the envelope, finding her scissors she slipped the blade under and ripped straight along a neat cut. The paper was blue; again, heavily laid expensive writing paper. It was folded precisely in thirds. Taking a deep breath, she unfolded it.
"What's up with her?" asked the manager of the hotel when he saw Holly smiling from ear to ear, "She's not won the lottery has she?"Ben shook his head, "I'm not sure what's up with her, but I'll try and find out later." Ben had never seen her look so happy, and he wanted to know why. Ben couldn't wait to finish work to find out exactly what was going on with her.Holly had another message in her pocket; she hadn't had to wait very long for the next letter. Holly laughed when she opened it. Her day was happy; she made the guests and her colleagues laugh with her cheerful demeanour. Ben couldn't wait to finish work to find out exactly what was going on with her.The letter came four days after she had posted hers, and she waited until she had finished work for the morning before she opened it. Holly; prickly by name, prick
Dearest Holly,Is this a surprise? I imagine it is. I'm taking a chance I know, but you have been on my mind, and I did promise you a love letter. You are not always at the front of my mind, but you are there, running about, dodging between things I need to do for work, the people who want a part of me. You run between the other guys in the band, and you definitely run between the girls kicking them out of the way.I've taken to going for long drives; sometimes it's the only way I can be alone, the only way I can think about you without distraction. It's also pissing people off because I'm not where I am supposed to be. Instead, I'm driving around the Surrey countryside thinking of you.I have written three songs about you, my love, not all of them will be used, but one definitely will be. I should explain. I didn't mean to deceive you with my identity, it was so liberating to be anonymous, to just be me, not to use
"Oh my God!" was the only thing she could say- well screamed - when Holly realized a couple of days later just who with she had spent her day off. She had, by chance, seen an interview with him on breakfast television."Now Nick, please tell us about this wonderful place you have been in the Lake District, I understand you were there for quite a while?"Kerry Jones smiled as sweetly as she could to this super confident man who certainly didn't take fools gladly. She knew she had to be careful when interviewing Marco Laine, Kerry had seen other colleagues shot down in flames by him if they asked the wrong questions."I was there for about six weeks; it's a very relaxed environment. It's no secret that my life has been up and down as a result of drinking and taking various illegal substances, but being in the Cloisters did help, for a while you are cloistered from the world while you make decisions about your life. I'm feeling great, so topic clo
He knelt and placed her on the blanket. "You're so beautiful," He whispered as he trailed a finger around the edge of her bikini top. He slid his warm hand behind her back, untying the bow, and pulled the triangular material out of the way. He trailed kisses over her collarbone and making a path with the tip of his tongue he sucked, licked and rolled her beautiful nipples."Little Holly berries," he laughingly called them, making her blush again. He kissed across her ribs and down to her bi
Bloody Rob!She had waited for him in the pub; all dressed up for their date. Well, not dressed up, there wasn't much point for that here, most people wore wet weather gear and hiking boots. Not much point in wearing heels either, the roads were rubbish and to and from the hotel. She had put her new top on to make an effort though.Every time the pub door opened the butterflies in her stomach made a loop, but it was never him. She'd drunk two beers, and at nine o'clock she edged her way out into the High street, skulking back to the hotel staff accommodation hoping no one would see her. She nearly managed to get back into her room before Katie-Mouth-Almighty-Phillips caught her."Why are you dressed up, it's not for Rob is it?" Katie accused her, as she looked her over, "Please don't tell me you bought a new top to wear for him? Ian's just seen him in the Plough down in Cranster villag
Marco was starving. He was always ravenous after school, and he wondered what his mum would have for him today. Maybe it would be those fabulous chocolate chip cookies; they were huge, all soft and chocolatey, they were delicious. He got off the bus at the end of the drive and wandered up towards the house. He would sit in the studio listening to the music mum was playing; he would eat his cookies and watch her paint.He loved watching his mum paint he wondered if she had finished the rainy picture, it was all black skies, and that thing in France, that tower thingy, sounds like trifle. He loved the lightning that was striking it. Mum said it was symbolic. He was not sure what that meant, but if his mum said so, it must be. It might be something to do with his dad. He missed his dad, and he didn’t know when he would be coming back. Marco was sure his dad hadn’t meant to leave him, even though he had heard Mrs Hutchinson saying that it was cruel that