Krystal/Lucas- The coincidence meet

THREE.3

Krystal.

     

        "Yeeeeeeeeeee!!!!" I was greeted by a loud squeal immediately as I stepped into the office. Courtney would never change. Well, she missed me, I can tell.

   She gave me a bone-breaking hug, choking me in the process.

    "Courtney…. I'm….. Choking…. I…. Can't breathe." I muffled before she released me, plastering my face with kisses.

      She was looking more cheerful, with the bright smiles she displayed only when she was anticipating a long-expected gist. Courtney can be a crazy bitch yunno.

       "How was the trip? How was Vegas? What is it like? Do you have fun? Where did you visit?" She asked hastentingly, bombarding me with questions, without letting me settle down first.

     "Courtney!!" 

      She's not even giving room for rest, I just resumed and I wasn't ready to talk about anything yet, Chris and Vegas palaver would be the least of my thoughts this morning.

     Courtney stared at me with those puppy eyes of hers, sulkily appealing.

    "Courtney please not now. Like fuck! You've got the wrong timing ever." I said, batting my lashes. Something I do always when I'm having a hard time and Courtney noticed it.

     "Wait. Did something go wrong in Vegas?" She asked suspiciously, staring at me like a mother would stare at her pregnant teen daughter.

    She always knows when something is up with me.

   "Courtney," I called her gently, trying to divert the topic which I know of course is impossible.

  "I still have to report to the boss, okay? He's not aware of my presence yet." I said walking out immediately and heading to the boss's office.

   "Krystal, you better bring back your ass here and tell me what the fuck happened to you in Vegas." I heard her saying and I smiled unconsciously.

        

       Talking to Courtney about Chris and his shameless act is like planning a death wish on him. 

    I remembered her warning him never to break my heart. It was a strict warning. 

   Courtney never liked Chris, she'd be mad if I told her about it.

   Well, I don't plan on keeping it away from her, I'll have to tell her sooner, willingly or she'll get the words forcefully.

 Courtney has been my friend since high school and also a colleague at work. She's two years older and sees me as her baby sister. 

    "You're my kitten to look over Krystal." She'd say to me anytime I have an issue or when I'm not following her advice.

Courtney herself hasn't been in any relationship since her last, she refused dating for years now. She had lost her high school boyfriend to a car accident and since then she locked her doors.

   She fucks men alone for money with her slogan 'Fuck for the money.' Courtney is a slimy bitch, a real one. She loves money like her life.

     I explained to her all that had happened in Vegas, from the shopping spree to the deflowering night. At that she squealed, making me roll my eyes at her. She loves bad things I forgot to add.

     Her expression changed when I told her about Chris cheating and me getting drunk at a pub, ending up on a bed to a sex escapade.

   She'd burst out laughing when I mentioned that I had had sex with a total stranger.

    "Fuck Krystal! A stranger's shadow? Bae." she laughed so hard, annoying me. She's supposed to feel pitiful and not find it amusing.

    "I'm not kidding Courtney, it's not funny okay! I don't know this stranger, I didn't see his face. It's all Chris's fault that I end up in someone's depravity." I said soberly, on the verge of tears.

    "Okay back to Chris now, that motherfucker dares to mess up with you huh?" She said seriously now, fuming up. She hates Chris with everything she has.

  "Courtney it's okay, I already got over with him, like I'm done with him and I've moved on alright? Take a look at me Court, I'm done with the fucker." I said I couldn't care less.

     "Oh no! My Krystal! Look here, I know you're just trying to be strong and bold enough to move on but that nigga has broken you, hun. Moving on from this won't be that easy." She said to me calmly, she doesn't believe I've moved on.

   Of the truth, Chris has broken me, damaged me, and left me shattered in pieces. All the weeping for weeks wasn't in vain, Chris is dead to me. I have moved on when I say I have.

  "I've moved on, Court, I have," I said with my voice breaking at the edge.

  

    "It's okay bae, it will be just fine okay!" She held me so close, consoling me and making me sober and whimper like a baby. 

    I let the tear hanging drop in bits.

   I told Courtney about my idea of calling off the marriage agreement and she seconded it.

     Practically, I spent my whole break hour, discussing with Courtney. I haven't had anything in my tummy yet. I left the house before breakfast, cause I didn't want to see Mom. But Courtney made my day, making me forget my pains.

Krystal's POV

   I climbed down the stairs sluggishly, stamping my foot clumsily against them. I have opted to have dinner in my room but mom won't have me do that.

     I drew out a chair from the table. It gave a loud screeching sound. 

   "Krystal you should raise that chair, you've got no broken bones, have you?" She said not facing me, dishing out her food.

    

     I ate with haste, rushing to escape Mom's questioning look and I was also famished. Mom's awkward, countless stares, made me slow down to eating bit by bit.

     "Are you okay Krys?" 

  I only nodded cause my mouth was full and bloated with food. We ate the remains of our meals in silence, mom kept staring at me like I'd suddenly developed four eyes. Well, I wouldn't know cause I feel weird.

 Immediately after the meal, I stood up hurriedly to leave when Mom stopped me.

     "Sweetie, not so fast, you haven't told me about it yet." Mom spoke. She cut me down with the question. I know what she's asking about but I played ignorant.

     "About what mom?" I asked feigning ignorance.

      

    "About Vegas dear?"

  "What about Vegas mom? What happened to Vegas?" 

 

    "What happened in Vegas when you went with Chris for the easter vacation Krystal? You haven't said anything about it to me yet." She said, this time facing me, staring directly into my eyes. 

     I can't escape now, I have to tell her already.

  "Mom, I broke up with Chris." I surrendered

     "Why?" Her question came out more like a whisper.

    "I caught him cheating with another lady, Mom. I couldn't stand it and I had to leave Vegas immediately,"   I explained sharply and briefly but she remained unperturbed like what I said didn't sink in, didn't make sense.

     "That doesn't account for you breaking up with him Krystal. Everyone makes mistakes, you might have walked in on him screwing another lady but you don't know the context of that sex. The girl might  have seduced him." Mom said, sounding unbelievable and irritating to my ears.

     "Mom, are you for real? He was screwing another lady right in front of me, there couldn't be any context behind any sloppy sex they had,  Mom. He was cheating on me and he knew it would break me. He saw me, Mom but he didn't stop, he kept riding on her." I said with tears rolling down my cheeks uncontrollably, mom's words were choking me.

    "You conclude things so fast Krystal. Chris might have been under pressure, you don't know. Don't judge him like the juridical that you are Krystal, Chris did nothing wrong."

    "Mom? Really?" I know Mom would never believe or accept the truth for Chris and his family have done something to her mind.

     I was expecting her to back up Chris like she always does but not in this way, rubbing it on my face, blaming me for Chris' mistake. 

   I force back the tears, cleaning my face with the back of my palm, summoning a little courage to speak.

   

      "You know what mom? I don't care about your view of things or Chris anymore, I'm no longer interested in the wedding and I'm signing off the marriage agreement. I've moved on." I deadpanned.

    My outburst made Mom furious, she got up with a start with her voice coated deep with vexation.

      "You won't dare Krystal, you will do no such thing. Calling off the marriage deal is the last thing you would ever think of doing. You are going to get married to Chris and be Mrs. Sullivan." She said fuming angrily.

    "You should start seeing Chris as your husband because that is what he is to become." She said these words in a whisper into my ears like she wanted them to sink into my brain. 

     Hissing loudly like a huge snake, she left. 

I don't know what's with Mom and this marriage agreement with the Suvillians. To Mom, she'd rather lose her life or watch me rot in pain than see that deal nullified. She would die.

  Sometimes, I do think Mom is just enslaving me to the Suvillians.

   I got to my room in anger and fury to see tons of messages and calls on my phone. Chris!

'Babe, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you, I'm sorry you met us that way. The girl is just a bitch, she had come in herself and I was too weak to send her out. I never knew you'd come back that early. I'm sorry!  Love. Chris.'

Stupid! He's apologizing after one week, he's foolish. Chris is a scumbag.

     I deleted all the messages and also blacklisted his number. Fuck him!

Chapter Three II.

 

   I slept with a heavy heart that night.

The next morning at breakfast, I was belching all through the meal, obviously annoying Mom who kept passing me a deadly glare. I couldn't care less. I love my mommy but she's becoming very annoying of late.

     I gave the last loud belch before standing up to leave, but her voice stopped me.

 

"Krystal sweetie," she called calmly and lovingly and I rolled my eyes unconsciously. She wants to apologize.

     "I'm sorry about the things I said last night but……" My mind stopped. But what exactly?

"The marriage agreement still stands."  She completed.

I knew Mom would never completely apologize to me. Mom is like a rock when it comes to Chris and the marriage deal. I walked out on her, hissing loudly. 

This was the first time I acted rudely to my mom. Well, I couldn't help it. she was becoming annoying.

      I left home in anger, heading straight to Courtney's place. I need to clear my head, I need to get Mom's words off my head. I can't carry on with the marriage, I can't marry Chris, a man who stole my virginity and afterward broke my heart and made me have a one-night stand with a total stranger. Bastard! I can't.

   Acting stubbornly is only going to incur mom's anger on me, the only way to escape this fucking marriage deal with the Sullivans is to elope New York to another country. 

     I had to leave but first I'm off to Courtney's place for better advice.

    

     LUCAS POV.

"Morning Boss." Martin greeted me, I handed him the keys and my briefcase before entering the car. Martin is my chauffeur, he has been with us for over five years. After Dad's death, I made him my driver.

   I came to New York two nights ago to see Mom, she's been demanding to see me.

    Mom moved over to New York recently, to help watch over my investments here and also claimed she needed a change of environment, while I remained in Las Vegas.

    We were driving to my office when Martin suddenly halted the car to a stop, making me bump my head on the headrest. He honked wildly at another vehicle in front, not moving. It was an old Peugeot.

    Martin went down to interrogate the fellow.

I was shocked and dumbfounded when the other driver climbed out, I was amazed and inwardly marveled when I saw who it was. The pretty brunette.

        What's she doing in New York? I asked myself. Maybe she lives here.

 I climbed out boldly, putting on an intimidating expression. I was nervous inside, I was loss for words on how someone could be this pretty.

    I wasn't thinking straight anymore, the image of that pleasurable night played in my head.

My mind was wandering and I didn't know when I asked Martin to let go or when I offered to give the brunette a ride to her destination.

KRYSTAL'S POV.

 

     'Screeeeeeeeeech, grrrr!!!'  My car halted to a stop. "What the fuck" I asked no one in perplexity.

     I had filled the car with enough fuel previously, so what could be the fucking problem. I'm so tired of this car.

I opened the bonnet and it was as hot and smoky as fuck, the engine has suddenly developed a fault, just like that.

     I sat in the car, planning my next move. I didn't have enough money to take to Courtney's place and I didn't take my purse with me cause I was stupidly angry and I was still miles away from her home. Courtney isn't even picking up her calls. Worst aspect.

    The continued honking of another car behind brought me out of my reverie. I had almost fallen asleep. 

I came out of my car to be confronted by a young man, a Yankee.

   "Miss you should move your car off the road or better still dump it if you don't know how to use it!!" He screamed. l while I just rolled my eyes.

    I was about to apologize when my gaze landed on a Greek god.

  Damn! This cutie is coming towards me.

His green eyes looked familiar like that of the stranger in Vegas but It couldn't be him, this one wasn't wearing any mask so I couldn't tell. His blonde spiky hair which looked properly treated, fell to his face.

      The other guy kept talking but I could barely hear him, I wasn't listening. My attention at this moment was on the Greek god standing in front of me.

     "Martin just let go." I hadn't realized my mouth was agape until he spoke up.

 He spoke so calculatedly as if reserving his words, making me drool. Oh, what a voice! 

     I stared at him dreamily. But something struck me, his voice sounded familiar too, like the ones in my dreams. Could my mind be playing tricks on me again?