the london non judging breakfast club.

3rd Chapter

It had been a few days since Christian moved in. To be honest, not much had happened because I was in my room most of the time, either crying or putting my clothes in the walk-in closet. Christian worked most of the time or annoyed me that I should eat more. I just grabbed my Dior bag, put on my Ysl heels and applied my red lipstick again when I heard Christian screaming on the phone again. "Do you know who you're talking to?! This is Christian Stuart speaking on behalf of MEGHAN JOHNSON and not some misdialled idiot..... No, I won't calm down until you do your job, which probably won't happen until scientists develope holograms and I'll make you do your job. I told you that Meghan ... "That's how his screams went on most of the day. If this guy doesn't calm down, he will have his first heart attack before he turns 30. So I just stuck in the room and said goodbye to him before I disappeared out the front door and was driven by my chauffeur to my hair appointment.

The air was still very warm for the end of August. I held my face up to the sun as I emerged from the salon after hours of getting fresh, soft highlights and big waves. I hadn't fetched my chauffeur yet because I was planning to go for a little walk (also to avoid seeing Christian, the pain in the ass). I was walking down the street of fancy boutiques when I dialed my father's number. Except for Christian's information, which he received from our fathers, we had almost no contact. He answered immediately: "Good morning, honey! Ah, no, that's not true for you, it's already afternoon for you!" he said in a good mood but also stressed. "Right! I've just gotten my hair done before I go home. Well, you know, tomorrow is my first day at the new school," I said, smiling. " Pause on the phone before he said anything: "Hm, ah yes, Christian had mentioned something like that! I wish I could be there on your first-" a voice I couldn't understand clearly interrupted him. "Sorry Meghy, but I've just been called to an important meeting. We'll talk later" he said, didn't wait for my answer and hung up. I stared angrily at my smartphone and screamed: "Screw you and your meeting" A couple who had been kissing wildly in front of one of the shops looked at me looked like I was taking the wrong pills. I stared back and stomped into the nearest bar. Once I got into the bar I realized it was a posh and very chic bar. A great sign for good drinks
As the bar was busy, I sat down at the counter and ordered a plain martini with three olives.

"A very good choice for an American," said a voice next to me. The voice belonged to a boy, who must have been about my age. He had a Gimlet in front of him and looked at me with his bright green eyes. "Well, it's not my first drink. I'm a big girl you know," I replied snippy. "Has your favorite Chanel store closed permanently or why are you so upset?" he asked amused. "I'd be angrier if that happened. And don't you have any other distraction than annoying other people?" I asked again. "Of course I do, but I have to admit you're certainly the loveliest one here," he said, giving me charming wink. Inwardly, I rolled my eyes. I would never go for such a cheap flirt. Although he was right, apart from us, there were only old gentlemen in the bar drinking scotch and discussing the stock market. "So what was it that made you come in here like a steam train in high heels?" he asked further. Oh boy, that was an annoying guy (maybe even more annoying than Christian). "Certainly not because of your beautiful looks, I can assure you," I said sarcastically, even though he didn't look bad with his boyish smile, dark blonde hair, and sharp chawline. He smiled, "That wouldn't make you angry, unless of course you're so jealous of it." That really made me roll my eyes now. "My father doesn't care about me and my problems," I finally answered and took a long sip of my drink. "Well welcome to the club, my parents have never been interested in me," he agreed bitterly. For a while we were silent. "If they saw me drinking here by day they would most likely disinherit me. But where are my manners? I'm Jacks," he introduced himself. "Meghan" I replied. A message popped up on his phone, he read it, stood up and said, "I'd have liked to chat a little more, but duty calls. It was nice meeting you Meghan, maybe we'll talk more over a drink." Yeah sure ... certainly not, I thought to myself, although he didn't seem like a bad guy. Trust me, I've known a few of those. "Sure, but I don't even have your number," I replied in my sarcastic voice. "You don't need it, trust me, where there's a bar, I'm not far either," he explained with a grin. "See you later" with these words he emptied his drink, hung his jacket over his shoulder and strolled out of the bar. Strange guy. I drank my martini, paid and went home too.