Free A Moral Dilemma: A Romantic Comedy Chick Lit Story by Zara Kingsley

wouldn’t have heard,” Julia said glaring over at Sebastian who shrugged his shoulders, hands splayed out to the sides, whilst he mouthed to her, “ What have I done now? ”
    “Still not interested.”
    “But you haven’t even looked at him,” Julia sulked.
    “OK, where is he?”
    Julia’s face lit up and I had to admit I was a tad intrigued. Julia had been known to play cupid to many unsuspecting singles, myself included, and she was usually bang on the money, resulting in the Sunday crew being dominated by the instigated happy couples, but she had never ever before tried to fix Abby up with anyone. I had always assumed that Julia had resigned herself to the fact, just as I had, that some people – especially those with ostensibly insatiable sexual appetites – were better off alone.
    “He’s right over there by the bonsai garden,” she said hardly managing to contain herself. There were at least four or five City type guys over there animatedly arguing over which was the faster car; the Porsche or the Mercedes.
    Abby glanced over. “Well, which one is he for chrissakes?”
    “He’s the one wearing the baseball hat,” she giggled. I looked, but there was only one guy over there with a baseball hat on…and he didn’t seem to be Abby’s usual type. I sipped my red wine.
    Abigail turned slowly toward Julia, her mouth slightly open in what could only be described as… shock ? She looked at Julia for a while and seemed to be trying to figure out if she was joking or not. Not. “The black guy?” she asked calmly.
    “Yes. That’s Bradley.”
    Abby turned and gave him another look over. “Well,” she said dismissively, “he’s no Idris Elba.” No. He was not Idris Elba – but equally as hot in my opinion. He was in his late twenties – early thirties at tops but exuded a confidence which gave him a certain air of supremacy. “Anyway, as I’ve already said: I am not interested.”
    “Oh.” Julia seemed genuinely disappointed. “Well, that’s a shame. I felt sure you two would be perfect for each other.”
    “And what on earth ever gave you that idea Juju?” Abby asked leaning back on the couch.
    “Well, I asked him why he was still single – as he’s obviously gorgeous and very successful – I’d have expected him to have been snapped up long ago. Well, he told me the kind of woman he was looking for was extremely hard to find. So then I said, well what kind of woman are you looking for Bradley? I know lots of lovely girls.” I sipped my wine with apprehension fully aware of Julia’s non-gift of tactfulness and hoping this tale wasn’t going to end in Abby clawing her eyes out. “But he just laughed and said that it wasn’t a lovely girl he was after.” Uh-oh. Here it comes. “He said he wanted a woman of diversity …that she had to be a lady in the streets, a cook in the kitchen and a complete whore in the bedroom,” she stated simply. I gulped my wine and nearly gagged as it flew down the wrong hole. I watched Abigail nervously for a reaction desperately praying that my two best friends were not about to fall out again, but whilst her face looked set, she didn’t look angry and I can’t say for certain but I thought I saw the beginnings of a faint suppressed smile.
    “Well Julia,” she said quietly, “what under heaven’s creation gives you the impression that I can cook?”

Chapter Four
     
    “This year,” proclaimed Sebastian, “I’d like us to go there in style,” and inhaled deeply on a rather large spliff, sliding down further on the overcrowded divan.
    “I’m not driving,” moaned a red-eyed Humphrey, who also worked at Ivan House.
    “Oh god no, Humph. We don’t want to drive. Spoils the fun,” Seb said, passing the spliff to Humphrey.
    “Coaches were a bit of a disaster last year,” Humphrey grumbled, taking a few drags and passing the spliff to me. I shook my head no. “Righty-ho,” he acknowledged and passed it to Julia. “Some twat threw up all