FALLEN

Chapter Eight.

John.

"Well, that's because the last breakup I had destroyed my view of relationship," I said shrugging like it was nothing when the truth was that the breakup took a big chug of my heart with it.

"What happened?" She asked looking slightly disappointed.

"Well, my ex girlfriend cheated on me with my best friend."

"Geez, that's so bad."

"And the funny part is that when I caught them right in my house on my bed, him still inside her she started blaming me, telling me it was my fault that she was cheating on me.

That I didn't give her all the attention she needed and that I was always working. Can you believe it? She was putting the blame for her fucking infidelity on me," I said laughing hysterically.

"I'm so sorry. It wasn't your fault. That wasn't a reason. Infact, there is no reason for infidelity," she says trying to comfort me.

"I know. While she was saying those trash Frank was still fucking her in front of me, moaning her name and even came right in front of me," I said fuming.

"He wasn't!! Geez, that's so....," She said looking for the right word.

"Fucked up?" I ask smiling.

"Yeah, fucked up," she says smiling back at me.

"You probably know them, they got married and their marriage hit front cover of every newspaper," I say standing up to get a bottle of red wine.

"I do?" She ask puzzled.

"Yep. Trish Shelton Weds Frank Trevor. You read about it, right?" I ask pouring wine for ourselves.

"Oh yeah. I didn't know Frank Trevor one of the most successful, hottest, billion dollar lawyer was your bestfriend," she states gulping down her wine.

"And don't forget to add cheat, backstabber and womaniser to the list," I say gulping down the fifth glass of wine.

"Yeah, sorry."

"No problem."

"But didn't they get divorced?"

"Mm hmm, they got divorced after seven month of marriage. Serves him right. He should have known more than anyone that he's so called wife was and is a whore," I say practically drunk.

"Yeah. Anyway, is late I have to go to bed. See you tomorrow morning," she says checking the time and standing up to leave.

"Okay," I say as she climbs the stairs.

"Liza?" I call out very drunk.

"Yes John," she answers smiling.

"Your more prettier, sexy and sassy more than Trish or any other woman I've met.  I love your lips especially when I kiss them," I say practically shouting.

"Get some sleep,you're probably drunk," she says eyeing the empty wine bottle.

"No,I'm not," I say smirking.

"You know you are. Goodnight John and have some sweet dreams," she says giggling.

"Oh! I know I will," I mutter lying down on the sofa and falling into a beautiful dream where I'm holding and kissing Elizabeth Owen.

****

Liza.

I couldn't sleep, not after everything that happened today, not after everything he told me.

I just couldn't bring myself to sleep especially when his face keeps popping up smiling at me.

After tossing around the bed, I finally give up on sleep, I pick up my phone and scroll through it, after settling on an ebook app, I pick a book in it and start reading.

When I have read for about an hour, sleep embraces me.

*****

As soon as I wake up it hits me. How the hell did I forget, today was the day and I didn't bring anything.

How will I tell him that I'm on my period and I need sanitary pads,then I hear the knock and I freeze like literally freeze.

"Liza, breakfast will be ready in the next ten minutes," he says.

"Okay, I'll be down soon," I reply him as I remove the bloody bedsheet from the bed and head to the bathroom to have my bath,wear my clothes and get downstairs.

As I reach the living room, the scent of strong cappuccino hit my nostrils.

I headed to the kitchen and saw the dining table already decorated with bacon, waffles, omelette, scrabbled eggs with toast and freshly sliced strawberries and blueberries grapes, my favourite.

In response, my stomach growled, "Ssh! You're not here for breakfast yet," I chided my stomach.

"John?" I called out.

"Over here. In the gym,go to your left."

"Hey good morning," I said nervously as I took a good look at his naked torso.

"Morning. Breakfast is in the kitchen," he says wiping sweat from his face.

"I know."

"Okay, let's go have breakfast," he says smiling.

"Before that I ... umm ... I need your help," I say looking at the ground.

"Sure. What for?"

"I ... I ... um ... need... need that thing with wings."

"Wings? I don't understand. You need a plane?" He asks confused. " I can get you a plane but it seems odd that you need a plane."

" No, John not a plane. You know .. that thing ladies use with on wings with it," I explained nervously.

"Liza, you've got to help me on this one."

Sighing, I stammered "Em ... I'm on my period and I em.. need... you know some pads."

"Oh gosh! Yes of course. I totally had no clue, I'm sorry," he said embarrassed.

"So, is there a way I can get them?"

"I can help you get them in the supermarket down the block," he said putting on his shirt.

"Okay, thanks."

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Uka.