A fallen Angel

Infidelity- Chapter 3

It was now 7:50 and we were surrounded by an awkward silence. It was so clear to see that he wanted to say something but he was hesitant. That's one of the changes that I had come across; he was reserved a lot and judgemental, at lot.

"So how's work? Any potential clients or opportunities you've come across yet?" I spoke to start a conversation

"No, not yet, I've asked my assistant to send some emails to big businesses to set something up. Speaking of her, we have to go to Venice on Monday for a meeting", he replied with a monotone voice.

"Oh okay that's cool, when will you be back?" I questioned. It was not a regular occurrence of Oliver's to go abroad for a meeting. He never had clients or partners for that. He always found it weird that I was still in school even though I was 24 but the truth is told, I wanted to feel prepared and stable enough to be confident in myself when I go for interviews for a job. I guess that's why I decided to go with advanced education for my business economics class; it was there where I met Blake.

I remember the day just like it was yesterday, cliché I know but it's true. He intrigued me at first sight. He had his hair perfectly done with just the smallest strand falling onto his forehead. The black leather jacket, black turtleneck sweater and blacked ripped jeans. He stood out, to say the least. His God-like features were captivating. His blue eyes were piercing and his jawline was sharp. 'Damn' was my first words.

The first time he spoke was when he answered a question. His eyes cold and empty with no trace of happiness or aspirations, it was like his humanity was no longer existent. His voice was hypnotising, it was deep just like you could listen to him for hours in end and find peace. An observation I have discovered over years is the fact that he would only answer when spoken to, else he would just sit there and listen.

Over time he would open up, never enough to have an actual conversation with but he would discuss the work or have time with girls. A new girl every week was his motto and he stuck by it, him and his best friend Wes.

Wes Russo was that friend you could relate to the most. With warm brown eyes and light brown hair with a chiselled jawline. He was funny, kind, and the opposite of Blake. Well, in this case, opposites attracted in their relationship. I had spoken to Wes a few times but I doubt to this date that he would know who I am. Personally, at times I don't understand the over-popularity there is between the two and the whole school, but then I cross paths with the blue-eyed gorgeous specimen and I feel like a little girl seeing her first crush all over again. It was utterly pathetic.

"So how is your economics class going?" Oliver wondered

"It's alright, nothing much has changed from last time. Why do you ask?"

"Can't a boyfriend ask his girl about her life?"

I gave him a deadpan look," I wouldn't be doubtful if this was a daily or even monthly occurrence"... this was the moment I understood I messed up, greatly messed up. Like deeply messed up.

Did I mention I Messed up...?

"Do you know what; I don't even understand why you're being an ungrateful little bitch today? I understand that I've not been present within the last week but that doesn't give you the right to be so uncommunicative"

I've already cut, might as well just go all the way now.

"What the hell you mean I've been ungrateful, I've been with you for three years. Don't get me wrong when I say at the beginning you were wonderful but now you see you don't give a fuck about our relationship. It's been over one year when we have had a decent conversation where we express our worries talk about the present and hope for the future. What on earth happened to 'communication is what makes a relationship work' because you rarely talk to me about what stresses you out ever since that business meeting you went to in Vegas. So since we are getting things off of our chest let me ask you: What the hell happened in Vegas that weekend?" I took a breath after speaking.

Oliver sat there thinking. He didn't say anything but his eyes spoke a million words that night. One emotion stood out: Guilt. He was guilty, but for what. I didn't want to make the wrong accusations and say that he cheated on me, but that would make sense.

"Were leaving" The prince finally spoke. He was never fit for a king in the first place. 'He certainly is guilty he's scared of talking' i thought in my head.

"We haven't even gotten our food yet, wouldn't it be rude to leave?"

"What's the point of staying; you have already ruined the dinner"

"Huh, what do you mean I'm at fault here?"

"I asked you one simple question and yet you are the one that made it into another argument"     ...well he wasn't wrong there. Curse my mouth for having a mind of its own, I only wanted food, I didn't eat lunch because I wanted to stuff my stomach during dinner and now my stomach will remain empty.

I should have listened to Layla, it's always been me her and Emily since we were kids but now Emily's been distant. Layla tries to convince me that it's noting important but we are her best friends we should be there for her in time of need and despair, but that does not seem to be the case.

As I went down to reach my bag a saw two men enter the restaurant

Blake De Luca and Wesley Russo...

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