The Godly Lover ( REPUBLISHED )

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The sound the clock made as it ticked heightened my anxiety, I took a deep breath resting my hand on my chest.

"We find the defendant..." Each second that passed felt like an eternity, I finally knew how those souls my father tortured felt. "Guilty," the middle-aged woman said, the breath I had been keeping finally escaped and I felt relieved.

I won my case, I was ecstatic. Walking out the courtroom, Ella-May met me with a hug, "Congratulations, sweetie" she practically squealed, her hug was suffocating but joyful "I'm so proud of you, Lizzie".

"Thanks, Elle" I managed to say "but I can't breathe"

"Sorry, sweetie" she let go, giving me the chance to fix my pencil skirt and blouse "We need to celebrate!" The cheerful tone in her voice was illuminating, she was happier than I was.

"I'm utterly dumbfounded, Lizzie" Michael's deep voice spoke from behind me, I turned to see his infamous smirk plastered on his face.

"Well, that's what you get for underestimating me," I said blankly folding my arms on my chest, his eyes fell to my cleavage and then sped back up to meet mine.

"I was just about to say we should grab a pint, want to join us, Michael?" Elle's sweet accent spoke.

His eyes never left mine, those pervy blue orbs looked over me and then he answered "I would love too" I could hear Ella-May squealing in the background, but my focus was on the man in front of me.

Michael had a little crush on me and I knew this, he's what you call a "nice guy", and after I tried to explain to him that I didn't want a relationship he still continued pursuing me. Michael was a sexist twit who wanted a trophy wife, something I sure wasn't and he was a bloody idiot if he thought I'd ever be.

I rolled my eyes at his response before shoving Ella-May out the door, leaving Michael to follow us.

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The call with my mother had ended and I found myself taking a sip of the drink in front of me. She was so proud, I was thankful that I decided to forgive her and fix our relationship. Since then my mum has been my biggest fan and has helped with a lot.

Elle sat next to me, I looked over at her chatting up Jim, the bartender. The way she softened her features and batted her eyelashes, an obvious attempt to get the gentleman's attention. He seemed interested as he leaned against the bar to meet her eyes.

Michael, on the other hand, was nowhere to be found, that wasn't a surprise, on the contrary, it was a huge relief.

My eyes drifted back to my rum and coke. Boredom was something frequent, it was times like these that reminded me of my father and brothers. For the past ten years it had been just myself and mum. Sometimes Mantos and Loki would pop in to see how I was doing, but dad never visited. I knew he hated Earth and all, however, having his daughter there was a good enough reason to visit once in a while.

I hadn't noticed the tears till one fell in my cup, I quickly whipped them away.

"Need another drink?" a man spoke, I glanced up and caught his grey orbs. He was tall, had dark hair and was extremely attractive. He sat down next to me, called over the bartender and asked for another drink.

Moments later Jim brought my drink. "Thank you" I whispered taking a long sip of my new rum and coke.

"Had a rough day?" He questioned taking a sip of his own drink, the way his muscles flexed as he brought the cup to his pink kissable lips had me squirming in my seat. He looked over at me waiting for my response, he must have noticed the sudden movement because he gave me a sly smirk.