In Love With an Angel

Chapter 4

Hey you guys! I know I am extremely late uploading!! I am so sorry. My computer and whole internet system has been wacky the last couple days. Anyway I hope you all enjoy this little chappie!

Note: this is unedited. My editor is away on vacation(Florida - I am so jealous. Indiana's weather is bipolar haha)

Anyway here ya go!

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(RECAP)

    I let out a long kept in sigh. I just wanted to forget about last night.

    "Beth?"

    "What?" I ask still basking in the fact that nothing had even happened.

    "There's one more thing I need you to answer for me," Landon pulled out of his embrace and looked me dead in the eye. "Who's Zachariah?"

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(Bar)

     I took the shot glass in front of me and downed it; somehow hoping my memory would come back through my drunken stupor. Let me tell you, from the look of my apartment, there had been a real fight. Pretty much nothing that had once been in my apartment was usable. Although, I did find all my Carrie Underwood CDs, so I took that as a sign that country music was indestructible. It looked like a hurricane had landed head-on in my house and hadn’t hurt anyone else’s things.

     There had only been one thing that had like for real put the fear of God in me. He had left a note on in my office, and it was something you couldn’t miss. On the wall by the fire escape he had written in big, dripping red letters: I WILL HAVE HER. I’ll admit that I freaked out and screamed when I saw it. Bright side in all this? Oh that would be staying at Landon’s place. He insisted that I stay in his spare bedroom until I was healed and able to find an apartment. He is too sweet.

     Now just because I was out of commission for a few weeks didn’t mean I was off the hook at work. First call when I got out of the hospital was my secretary Barb. She was such a sweetheart, filling me in on the latest office gossip and work. Apparently there was a new guy in the building, and according to Barb, “The sexiest thing that has ever walked through the doors of the Times besides Landon.” Barb filled me in on pretty much all there was to know about this stranger.

     His name was Nathaniel Greene, a small town news journalist. He was twenty-five with the highest degree in the English category. From the stories Barb told me, he was definitely single. Every lady in the building had hit on him within the first thirty minutes he had even been there. That is after they noticed no wedding band on his hand. Not to mention that he turned them all down. I mean what man turns down almost forty single women? The most shocking out of everything that she said was that he was being placed under my section. He had to be gay to want to give women advice. I mean seriously, what strait male in their right mind would want to read about womanly issues?

     Anyway, tomorrow is my first day back after a week off. So I guess that means I get to meet this thing that’s invaded my heaven on Earth.

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(Landon’s apartment)

     I stood in front of the bathroom mirror examining myself. All of my bruises were pretty much gone, just a little color here and there now. I was going back on a Friday so it was of course casual Friday. My legs looked fantastic in my dark wash skinny jeans, while my tight fitted white T showed off my curves to perfection. My leather jacket was going to go over my top. It had subtle ruffles on the sleeves extending to cuffs. The only thing that I would need to complete this look would be my five inch red high heels. This was what I would consider my power outfit. I mean the heels gave me extra height (considering I was 5 ft 1), and according to women’s weekly that was supposed to help you keep your ground. There was no way I was letting some man take over my spot in the paper.