CHAPTER 8
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CHAPTER EIGHT
LANA’S POV
My eyes fluttered half-open as the hot rays of the almost mid-day sun burned through the curtain. Pulling myself to a sitting position, I let out a subsequent tired yawn. Wait, was that the smell of bacon?
“You are finally awake,” My gaze turned to Andrew who was placing a full breakfast tray on top of the bedside table. When he straightened up, he was wearing a smile that made me give him a suspicious look.
“Yeah,” I stepped off the bed and walked past him to go to the bathroom, ignoring the hunger easing its way to my stomach due to the tantalizing sight of the breakfast.
“Lana, wait,” He followed me to the bathroom as I turned on the faucet.
“Not now Andrew,” I stated, washing up my face, clearing up the sleepiness.
“Come on Lana,” He leaned by the bathroom door, watching me with his hands crossed.
“What Andrew?” I asked without looking at him. Reaching over to the toothbrush holder, I picked my toothbrush, carefully applying toothpaste on it.
“I made you breakfast,”
“So?” I asked him with my brow raised in question. Did he really think that making me breakfast would erase all that happened yesterday? He did not only threaten me, but he also betrayed me too.
“Don’t be so difficult. In fact, I should be the one mad. You called Devon to pick father up, instead of waiting for me to arrive,”
“Waited for you? You were the one who was busy having a great time with Rose, right?”
“Yeah but-“
“You have no single right to be mad or to threaten me like you did back at the club. What was not done huh?” I asked, feeling angry all over again.
“Lana,”
“Get out of my sight Andrew, or better yet go over to her since you seem to prefer her company more mine as spiteful to me as it is,” I snapped, pushing the toothbrush inside my mouth, brushing my teeth rather furiously.
“Well, when you have calmed down enough to be reasonable then you can have your breakfast while I’ll be downstairs watching a basketball game,” He left.
Shutting my eyes, I leaned against the wall. I needed to have a grip on my anger. I had a son to think about. I finished up cleaning my teeth before walking into the shower. The water helped me calm down a little.
It was almost eleven-thirty when I finished putting on a pair of dark jeans and a grey sweater. I gave one longing look at the scrumptious looking breakfast, picked up the tray and walked downstairs past Andrew lounged on the chair to the kitchen. Dumping the entire contents of the tray on the dustbin, I placed it on the sink and turned around, almost running straight into Andrew’s chest.
“Are you really that mad at me babe?” His voice was imaginably soft.
“Mad? I’m disappointed in you. I feel betrayed. I’m your fiancée and she is your ex who tried to kill me. If she had not missed, I would have been dead and you would never have been a father. That gunman would have killed Nick and you have never had one friend as loyal as Nick. Even while you were gone, he still stood by my side because he knew how much you meant to me. Why is it so easy for you to forget that Andrew? You keep forgetting what we have been through to be together. Do you remember how many friends we have lost so we’d be able to kiss in public? Or how many hearts and trust we have heard to break so we could be in each other’s arms? Did you really forget all that Andrew?” I stopped as I watched a look of guilt hit his eyes.
“You think I forget that? I never forget the times I spent days and nights dreaming of the day we’d finally be together so I can finally hold you in my arms and call you mine. Lana, you mean so much to me and I hate the fact that I know you are hurting because of Rose and the worst part of it all is I have to pretend like it’s nothing. I’m supposed to pretend like it doesn’t affect you. If I had my way, I would do things differently,”
“What is so hard about cutting ties off with her?”
“It’s not that easy,”
“What is not easy about telling her to back the f**k off and if she doesn’t take your word for it, then get a restraining order against her?”
“Aren’t you listening to me, Lana? It’s very complicated and no matter how hard I try to keep away from her, she won’t let me. She is a manipulative b***h and she knows that you are my lifeline and so she is using that against me. I can’t get out of this Lana,” he ran a hand through his hair, almost distracting me with a new sexy messy look. His eyes told a different story. Defeat and frustration were mixed up in his eyes.
“What are you talking about? What won’t she let you out of Andrew? Answer me,” Did Rose cook up some story and now she was blackmailing Andrew with it? If this was her way of ruining my life with Andrew, then she really did not know me. For the man I loved and for my son’s happiness, I would go to any lengths.
“I can’t…I can’t tell to you, Lana,”
“Why not? I’m your fiancée and soon we are going to get married,”
“You don’t understand. If you knew what happened…what I had done, you’ll never look me the same way again. You’ll hate me and there is nothing as heartbreaking as that,”
“What did you, Andrew?” I asked, dread skimming through me faster than an electrical surge.
“Lana please,”
“Are you sleeping with her? Is she your mistress?” I questioned in a small voice. He could not be possibly sleeping with her. Maybe I had no right to judge her for that but still, he should not cheat on me, especially not with her.
“What? Of course not,”
“Then what did you to Andrew?” I grabbed his shirt, tagging it as tears of desperation fell out of my eyes.
“Lana please don’t make me say it,”
“Just tell me what the f**k you did before I go to her Andrew,” I threatened.
“She is the mother to my daughter, okay?” he stated.
What. The. f**k.
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