Confessions of A Serial Scammer

Maxine Powell is a serial scammer. She just never thought that it would get that bad. Once she meets Christopher Thompson, she gets in over her head, and she knows that she can't go back.


8. 23 June

23 June

Christopher ushered me to his car waiting outside in the driveway. It was a silver Audi R8. I stumbled in surprise at how nice his car was, but kept going before he could notice. He opened the door for me and helped me in. I laughed and he gave me a quizzical look. He climbed into the driver's side and looked at me.

"What?" he asked prodding with his eyes.

"I think that the whole men being gentlemen and holding the door for the women is a nice excuse to get a good look at her butt," I declared. I looked at him with a strange sort of triumph.

"I think you maybe right," Christopher said, unashamed. "I know that's why I do it." My cheeks burned in embarrassment, which was strange because he was the one who was supposed to be embarrassed. "By the way," he said, leaning in close to me. I could smell his musky, woodsy scent; which was weird because I don't think he's spent over an hour away from me, let alone enough time to be in the woods. "You have a nice ass," he whispered into my ear. My face burned as I slapped his shoulder.

"Drive," I commanded. He snickered, while backing out of the driveway. I studied him as he drove: the long, lean muscles in his arms, his hard flat stomach, his chin that was confidently jutting out, his slightly curved mouth that I could still see a smudge of my lipstick on the corner, causing me to blush. Then I looked to his eyes... that were staring straight back at me.

"Yes?" He asked, slightly amused. I turned away, bashfully.

"Keep your eyes on the road." I heard his low chuckle. "What's your last name?" I asked. His chuckle cut off.

"As in Micheal's last name?" he asked, cautiously. I nodded. Christopher was silent for a while, looking very uncomfortable. I poked his arm, prodding him. "Bridges," He said, finally. I looked at him surprised for a minute. I opened my mouth to speak, but he beat me to it. "You were supposed to be my sister on the airplane. But now..."

This time I cut him off. "We're supposed to be married?" I finished for him. His mouth tightened.

"We can still be brother and sister," He started. I cut him off again.

"I never said I didn't want to," I said, clarifying. "I was just surprised." Christopher grinned at me. Outside of London, we stopped at a petroleum station.

"Here," Christopher said. "Give me your left hand." I did as I was told, questioning him with my eyes. He ignored my eyes as he slid a ring onto my ring finger. I sucked in a breathe. It was the most beautiful ring I'd ever seen. It was a thick silver band with a big diamond stud in the center, on either side of the ring, with several other diamonds encrusted into the band around the circumference of it in an artistic fashion.

"Christopher," I said, "it's beautiful." I could feel tears well up in my eyes.

"So are you," Christopher said, kissing the back of my hand. Weak, I thought. I threw myself into his lap and kissed him on the cheek. Christopher let out a surprised noise. I pulled away as I choked a laugh.

"Let's not get too sappy here," I said. "That was pretty cheesy." I was laughing, but I could still feel tears rolling down my cheeks. Christopher pressed his thumb on my cheek, catching a tear.

"Let's go to London," he said, quietly, with a grin. I nodded silently.

Ten minutes later, we reached London. He took me to Buckingham Palace, Westminster Abbey and Big Ben. We took a ton of pictures at each place. I couldn't help but wonder if I would ever see the pictures.

For lunch, he brought me to a popular restaurant called Nandoes. It was the favorite restaurant of One Direction, and he somehow knew that I was a huge fan. We knew we wouldn't see them, but it was fun nonetheless.

When we talked about it later, he told me, "I'm glad we didn't see them." I guess I either looked surprised, horrified, confused, or all three because he explained. "They wouldn't be able to take their eyes off of you. I don't know how well I can compete with five rich guys in a boy band." I smiled but I didn't say what was on my mind, which was you compare just as nice, if not better. But he couldn't know that.

Finally, Christopher brought me to the London Eye. While we were waiting in line, we took pictures in front of the River Thames. Soon, we got to the Ferris Wheel. I don't know it Christopher had anything to do with it, but we got a whole capsule to ourselves. When we were at the top, I saw Christopher staring at me.

"What?" I asked. I sounded very giddy and giggly. Probably because I was so happy. This was indeed the best day of my existence.

"Before this, If I were to ever think of myself in a place as amazing as here, I would've never imagined that I should be this lucky; to be here with the most gorgeous girl around. If I were to have the choice to do it all over again, I wouldn't change a thing."

I couldn't help myself. I threw myself into Christopher's arms and kissed him. He caressed my leg before lifting me to him. I hooked my legs around him and anchored my arms around his neck. We stayed like that, our heads lolling back and forth, our lips connected. Finally, Christopher pulled away.

"As much as I'd like to continue," he said, his voice husky as I pressed my face into his chest. He unwrapped my legs from his waist. "I'm afraid we'll have an audience soon." I looked up at him, surprised. "The capsule is descending," Christopher said, leading me to the window. Sure enough, the ground was fast approaching.

I looked at my reflection in the glass. My curls were still there, just a little messed up. I shook out my hair and let my curls settle themselves. I looked at Christopher's face and gasped. His hair was adorably tousled, but his lips had my lipstick smeared around them. My hand automatically flew to my mouth. Christopher saw what I was looking at and laughed.

"I was a Boy Scout when I was younger," He said, pulling out a small package of moist towelettes. "Boy Scout motto," he grinned at me, "be prepared." We said this in unison. I took the package from him and wiped his mouth thoroughly before moving on to my own mouth. "Thank you," he said, like an appreciative little boy. I quickly pecked him, right before the capsule opened up. Christopher confidently took my hand as I carelessly binned the red stained towelettes.

We laid in the grass a ways away from the London Eye after getting a blanket from Christopher's car. We laid on it for a while, silently watching the clouds. After a while, I curled myself into his warm chest. He kissed the top of my head. I tilted my head back, allowing him to kiss my lips as well. I nuzzled closer to him and fell asleep.

I woke to shaking. "What?" I said, groggily.

"Hey honey," I heard Christopher's voice chuckle. "We've got company." I looked up, blinking rapidly in order to clear my eyes. A policeman stood directly above our blanket.

"Is there a problem?" I asked, my heart pounding. We couldn't get arrested. They'd find out who we were.

"We're apparently trespassing," Christopher said. He looked up at the officer. "I'm sorry sir, we're not from here, and we really didn't mean any trouble." I shivered against Christopher's chest. The policeman noticed.

"Alright," he said, gruffly. "I'll let you two off with a warning." I felt Christopher's body relax. The policeman studied me. I held my breathe. "Get a jacket." He instructed me. I nodded quickly, scrambling up to my feet, although they were still asleep and wobbly. Christopher caught me, and in a fluid movement, whipped the blanket off the ground and draped it on me. The policeman looked at this, intently. "Get her home," he instructed Christopher.

"Yes, sir," Christopher said, swinging me into his arms, bridal style. I didn't mind; I just snuggled myself into his warm chest. "Our bed awaits," he joked. I started to laugh at the joke, but the policeman was just staring at us, now looking disgusted. Christopher cleared his throat. "Have a good evening officer," he said sweeping past him, with me still in his arms.

When we got to his car, Christopher set me on my feet and opened the door for me. He helped me in and jogged around to his side of the car a tucked himself in. "If we go now, we can still get back in time to cook dinner together," he said, giddily checking his watch. It said 4:37; all of a sudden, I was giddy too.

When we got back to the flat, I ran out of the car, giggling like a little girl. Christopher ran out too and caught me in his arms. I laughed excited, screaming. He swept me up in his arms, and planted a kiss on my lips. I hungrily kissed him back. He carried me through the door, our lips still connected. I pushed my hands on his chest, pushing him away, slightly.

"Hold on," I said, giving him a sly grin. I threw off the blanket from my shoulders. "I'm ready." I smiled at Christopher. Christopher approached me, as if he was going to kiss me again, but then stepped back and threw himself onto the couch. I lowered myself onto him, connecting my lips to his. We stayed like that for a while, melding ourselves together.

We pulled away, panting against each other. "As nice as this is," he whispered into my ear, while nibbling it, "I'm famished." I propped myself up on his chest. "Let's make dinner," he said, placing a kiss on my forehead.

"What do you want to make?" I said, kissing him. "I'm open for anything." Christopher groaned as he pulled me closer to him.

"Now I don't want to make anything," he moaned. I pulled away from him.

"I'm hungry, so we kind of have to," I said, pushing myself off his body, reluctantly. Christopher pushed himself off the sofa and encircled me in his arms.

"How about I make you some Pasta y Gambas?" Christopher said, planting kisses along my neck.

"I don't know what that is, but that sounds nice," I purred. Christopher steered me to the kitchen.

"Trust me," he said, closing the distance between us. "It is." Then we kissed. When we finally pulled away, he chuckled. "We are so ordering in." Then our lips reconnected in a familiar way. "Wanna go further," he murmured against my lips.

"No," I said. "This is enough for tonight." Christopher chuckled and kissed my forehead, telling me he respected my decision.

It wasn't long before our lips connected again.

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