Broken Trust

Chapter 6

"You're really teasing me..." he said whining a little. I am now facing him looking up. He was very tall.

"As so are you." I replied tilting my head looking in those mysterious eyes of his. He made me feel some type of way and I absolutely hated it.

"How so?" he asked. I looked over to the side wondering what to answer with.

"Seeing you with that girl probably hoping to be in her pants for the night." I said with no care in the world. But inwardly It felt like I got stabbed in the back. And we aren't even together like that.

"Nah that was nothing. You are so much better compared to her." he said looking down at me giving me those lustful eyes of his, wanting me so bad right now.

"Well, that's quite rude of you to say John."

"I only speak the truth." he replied.

We stared into each other's eyes for a straight minute. Until I felt his hand on mine. "Come on just stay with me tonight. No funny business." he stated.

I hesitated, "Fine." I sighed as he pulled me by my hand towards the elevator.

As we were standing in the elevator it was completely silent. I glanced over at him, his hands in front of him cupped together standing all strong and masculine.

I can usually read people but him; I can't.

I heard the elevator ding indicating that we were on the floor of his room.

We walked to his door, and I watched him unlock it, then had me walk in first.

I saw everything in the same spot as I last saw it. "I will sleep on the couch, and you can sleep on my bed... or we could share it together." he winked down at me.

"You can happily sleep on the couch." I stated plopping onto the comfortable bed. I was so tired.

"Don't fall asleep just yet, I am not tired, I like to be the first one falling asleep." he simply said and I scrunched my eyebrows at that.

"Okay...? And why is that?"

"I like being first." He shrugged while he is now lying on the couch.

I nod, figured.

"Good thing I like being second." I told him looking down at my fingernails. It's weird how I naturally have long nails.

"Okay let's sleep now." he went to lay down into a comfortable position as he turned off the lamp next to him.

"Okay." I muttered going under the covers getting comfy.

I closed my eyes feeling my heavy weight on my eye lids release.

I heard him mutter something but didn't fully understand and just drifted off to sleep.

Sleeping in his apartment with him, it made me feel safe and weirdly comfortable, but nervous and queasy wondering what could happen.

Butterflies flying around in my stomach for what is going to happen next. I feel one of my bridesmaids make the train of my dress straighter. The smell of daisies fulfills my nose. The color white fulfills my eyes.

Am I ready to marry him? Yes.

Do I want to have my kids with him? Yes.

Am I afraid that we won't last even if we get married? Yes.

I see the wedding planner motion me that it's time to go out and have the ceremony start.

My father connects my left arm around his and we walk. My eyes examine all the work that the wedding planner has done. The flowers placed around the seats for the guests.

When I finally have myself revealed on the aisle, I see everyone in slow motion stand up. Giving me their undivided attention.

I finally meet my eyes with his. John.

I see tears forming in his eyes, but not falling. Trying to stay strong. I feel a sting in my eyes feeling the same.

No crying for the audience.

I feel like I am going to collapse, but good thing I don't because I know I would make a fool out of myself.

The slow motion made everything go fast to where I am already standing in front of John giving my maid of honor my flowers.

I stand beside John and face him. We bring our hands together. When suddenly something doesn't feel right.

It's like everyone went mute and I couldn't hear anything.

Up until I hear my name.

"Lillian." I felt movement on my shoulder. I squinted my eyes open in confusion, looking at John. Of course, it was a dream.

"God, wake up." he sighed, walking over to his kitchen counter.

"As you can see I am." I stated sitting up slowly.

"I should get to my room." My mind now speaks for itself, I guess.

"Oh... okay." He calmy replied. It's almost I could feel he wanted me to stay.

"You didn't hear anything in particular last night, right?" he told me. I knitted my eyebrows together.

"Uh... no?" Okay then.

"Okay" he nodded as if he was in relief. Now I was curious on what he had said last night.

"Well, I am going to go... thanks for letting me crash." I grabbed my things heading towards the door.

"You sure you have to go? I can make you breakfast..." he paused walking towards me slowly.

"Like I will always say... chef in the kitchen... fucker in the bedroom." he winked. My heart automatically dropped. This guy...

I chuckled, unsure what to say.

"Cat caught your tongue?" he smirked at me.

"Yeah... ahem I'm going to go now." I opened the door and slammed it shut behind me taking a deep breath. He should be a sex comedian... not a singer agent or whatever.

I walked slowly back to my hotel room. Thinking about my dream that felt so real but unreal at the same time.

I cannot believe I had a dream of me and John getting married. And thinking about having his children...

That's too much Lillian. You're crazy.