I put my hand on my chest to calm down the stinging feeling forming in there.
I looked at myself in the mirror.
Mascara dripping down, sweat forming. Lips swollen. Nose red. Cheeks red.
I was looking like a hot mess.
I hated Kezr for making me go through this mental torture. I abhorred the Jones for making me go through this all.
But most of all, I loathed myself for being so weak to be tortured by these men.
Why does love hurt so much?
It's 8 in the morning and Iam in the cab going to the office.
I woke up really late today and missed the bus. Iam definitely going to be receiving an earful from, who's name should not be taken.
Yesterday, I had dinner with my friends. Thankfully, Aria didn't ask anything but just asked if I was alright to which I said that I'll be.
I don't want to sound weak, but I am still really hurt by his-who's name should not be taken-.'s words.
I feel my heart clench whenever I think about how he called me names.
Tonight, we're attending the ball, so we will get off of work early. But Iam going to the office as it's-who's name should not be taken-'s interview with Maria and I have to be there.
The cab came to a stop, I payed the driver and got out.
Sighing and blinking my tears away, I walked into the building.
Let's face the beast.
EARLIER,
Jaclyn walked into my office and I smiled looking at her.
"Hi Kezr! How are you boo?" She came towards me and kissed my cheek.
"Just hangin' there. What about you?" I asked her pointing towards the seat.
She said a light 'thank you' and sat down.
"Fuck about me. Tell me, why you called me here. You never do call me unless..."
I sighed and pinched my nose bridge.
"I need you Jaclyn."
"Dude, don't you have a wife or something?"
I looked at her more like glared, while she just snickered and raised her hands up in surrender.
"You know what I mean. I just want a little favor from you. Are you in or in?"
She scoffed and muttered something about her not having a choice but said, "Of course Mr. Kezr. It ain't easy being your lawyer. But I'll try."
I rolled my eyes and picked up the W and Co file from the shelf.
And then, only one thought came in my mind.
How she proved what she really is.
I looked at her and her eyes widened when she looked at my expression.
I turned my phone towards her to show her the screen, "What does it say?"
She took my phone from my hand and read it.
"It says that your money has been-" I cut her off knowing she is playing dumb, well enough.
"I know that, but do you know what it is?"
"Ye-yeah" she stuttered.
"It fucking reads that you're a gold digger!"
"Excuse me?" She looked shocked and a little taken aback.
"Oh, what now? You want to act like the innocent one you make everyone think you are or do you want to show me the true side. The whore of you." I know I shouldn't have used such a vile word for her but I was angry at myself and angry at her.
Angry at myself, because I was beginning to feel something towards her. I don't know what but something about her was catching up to me.
Angry at her, because she managed to fool me and use me.
She gasped and her eyes filled with tears "Kezr are you in your senses?"
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