I Broke My Heart by Addie Warren Page A

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                  “Oh! Of course, card,” I stammered as I quickly refrained from the degrading act of staring at a man who hadn’t even taken notice of me. As I swiped my card, something in me told me to take another look at him. Against my better judgment, I looked at him again. This time, my gaze met his. I quickly withdrew my eyes and pretended as if I wasn’t looking in his direction.
                  As I finished entering my four-digit pin into the card machine, I again looked at him. He was the most handso me man I had ever seen, and I just couldn’t take my eyes off him. Ignoring the tiny voice in my head that warned against it, I let myself take another look at him. I found his looks and build captivating. His muscular arms and solid chest, which even the suit could not hide, were beckoning to me to wrap myself in his embrace. His blond well-cut hair and the whole of his appearance reminded me of that famous Hollywood actor, Brad Pitt.
                  I quickly got a grip on my thoughts, telling myself that it wasn’t this stranger that caught my attention. It was the fact that he looked like Brad Pitt, who I once had a crush on, that caught my attention.
                  I stumbled out of the store and walked towards my car. Opening my trunk, I threw all the st uff I had bought in it . As I closed my trunk, my eyes caught a glimpse of a man standing behind me. I looked at him. It was the man whose looks had caught my attention some minutes ago.
                  “Excuse me, ma’am, do you know me from somewhere?” came his low gentle voice.
                  God help me! I found his voice as captivating as his looks. My eyes followed the gentle movement of his lips and I thought that I might kiss him.
                  “Know you? Of course not, why do you ask?”
                  “I noticed you staring at me in the store. I thought maybe we had met somewhere before.”
                  “Staring at you?” Frustrated at not being able to come up with a quick explanation in an embarrassing situation, I tried to deny my looking at him. “No, no. I wasn’t staring at you,” I stammered to a halt.
                  He smiled gently. It was an attractive sort of smile, exposing his beautifully set teeth. “It’s okay. I’m used to ladies staring at me.”
                  His insinuation that I was the same as other l a dies who melted when looking at him, accompanied with the arrogance with which he said those words, angered me.
                  “Listen, young man, I don’t have time for your arrogant and idle talk. If you think all ladies melt at your feet just from looking at you, I am definitely not one of them. In fact, I, Addie Warren, was not staring at you.”
                  “I’m sorry.” His words came out even gentler than before. “I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean my words the way they s ounded .”
                  He was apologizing, but I could recognize the sarcasm in his voice. The way it sounded to me was that he was making fun of me with his apologies.
                  “Save your apologies for someone you can still make a good impression on,” I snapped. “Now if you will excuse me.”
                  With that, I got into my car and drove off. As I drove, I began to think that maybe I had been too harsh with him over nothing. I should have accepted his apo l ogies, introduced myself to him or even made up stories saying that we had met before. Maybe, I could have had a chance with him, but I had probably missed any chance of ever seeing him again. Worse than that, I just missed my chance of finally having sex again.
                  At that point, I quickly called myself to order. That I had been thinking about sex since I left the office must have clouded my sense of