Page 46 of A Lie in Church
“I want them to know I have really changed. It sucks when people judge you based on your past mistakes and won’t believe you are no longer the person they think you are,” I mumbled.
“I believe you, Chlo.”
“Thank you.” I smiled.
“Gotta go before I give my boss another reason to fire me.”
“Okay, I will talk to you later.”
I ended the call and sat down there for a while, just thinking about my family and how my past had come back to haunt me.
I staredat Tristan’s wrist during dinner, and the bruises were gone, but the cut was still visible. My eyes trailed up his exposed arms from his muscle shirt.
“How did it go at the doctor?” he asked, drawing my attention away from his wrist.
I was surprised he’d asked. He’d probably done it to distract me. I was certain he didn’t care. Once he was done with whatever he wanted to do with me, he wouldn’t bat an eye before kicking me out.
“It went well.”
He nodded and kept staring at me. He looked away when Morris came to serve him some salad.
What is his secret? Why destroy your wedding?I asked myself, still staring at him.
Tristan was a handsome being, too hunky for my liking. I hated that he was good-looking. My eyes couldn’t help but stare sometimes. I would picture him as Shrek from now on.
“If you don’t feel like eating, then leave,” he said, looking pissed.
“Are you talking to me?” I asked, looking around me.
He said something beneath his breath and continued eating.
“Are you by any chance having an affair? Is that why you stopped the wedding? And when you didn’t find your mistress in the church, you picked me?” I asked, leaning closer on the table. “Are you still seeing her? Does she know about me? I demand an apology from her right now,” I said, hitting the table to get his attention.
“Oh God,” he grunted, biting on his inner lower lip and dropping his spoon.
He grabbed a napkin and dabbed at his lips as if there were a stain. He took a sip from his water and leaned back on the seat with an aggravated sigh. He gave me a hard glare and stood up.
“I will have my breakfast in my room tomorrow morning,” he told Morris and headed for the stairs.
“Thanks for the chicken!” I yelled after him as I took it from his plate. “And tell your lover I’m waiting for her apology!” I added.
I smiled coyly at Morris, who was trying not to laugh.
I can’t wait to get out of here.
To be honest,I was nervous about going back to school. Morris gave me a warm smile when he pulled onto Hills Avenue and parked the car in front of the college building. The blue color of the University of Beverly Hills logo brought memories of orientation week. I recalled when Belvina and I’d gotten lost on the large campus and ended up in the boys’ locker room. We had gone red when we ran into five naked guys under the shower. We’d laughed about it for days and avoided the football team when school started.
Belvina and I were still freshmen; this was our second semester at UBH.
“What time do you finish?” Morris asked as I picked up my tote bag.
“Five thirty. I have two lectures today.”
“Okay, have a nice day, Miss Simpson.”
“You too, Morris.” I got down from the car and headed for the entrance.
No one spared me a glance. I was relieved but paranoid.