David Philip Caldwell (Part one)

David’s tall tanned body glistened in the midday sun as the sweat trickled down his rock hard abs and stopped at the top of his tight shorts that left very little to the imagination. Crouching down he rummaged in his bag for his bottle of water. Grabbing the bottle he stood back up and took a long swig. Suddenly a strange feeling came over him. He lowered the bottle from his lips and the shades from his eyes to revile his hazel eyes filled with intensity hard and strict no emotion to be seen. He gazed around he was sure he was not alone but who could it be. He knew it wasn’t one of the lads he worked with after all they didn’t know of this place. He scanner the horizon looking for movement or something to confirm his feeling. Finding nothing he lowered his glasses back down to cover his eyes. Placing the bottle of water he picked up his bag slung it over his left shoulder and headed out of the field and back to the path that lead to his house. David slowly scanned the path way behind him still that feeling of being watched was there so he decided to pick up the speed instead of his usual slow walk back he’d run. Setting off at top speed David ran the distance to his home jogging on the spot while opening the door then quickly entering and locking it behind him. Dropping his bag on the ground by the door way he made his way into the kitchen and across to the bench. Unplugging the charging mobile he pressed a button, three missed calls and 2 texts, with out even looking he knew who at least one of them was. Throwing it up into the air and catching it he made his way up the stairs and into the bathroom. Turning in the shower he made his way into the bedroom placing the phone on the bedside table he then grabbed a towel and headed back to the bathroom. Quickly stripping off his shorts he climbed into the shower. The feeling of the water cascading over his naked flesh felt invigorating the sweat from the mornings training being forced down the drain by the clean fresh water. This was David’s favourite room. There was nothing he liked more than a long hot shower after a hard training session however after an intense match in the ring he longed for a relaxing bath just to soak his aching limbs. This is just one of the reasons why he bought a house here in rural England, he was fed up of stopping in hotels and B&B’s that only had showers. He longed for a shower straight after the match, and luckily all the arenas he performed in had them backstage, to just get rid of the sweat and to revive him enough to stand straight. But baths that’s what really helped his aching limbs. Slowly he stepped out of the shower wrapping the towel around his waste he made his way back across the landing to the bedroom. Running his hands through his hair he stared down at the phone it was flashing and dancing across the table dam he thought to himself he’d forgotten about the vibrate eventually it stopped and Dave picked it up and flicked threw the number of missed calls he had received today.