Chapter 8

Lillian

"I'm having a flow, the type that happens monthly". I said clearing my throat not to look awkward.

He dipped his hands in his pockets, straightening his stance. " You'll have to use more words, Mrs Ace ".

I swallowed wishing the ground would open up and swallow me.

" And please get up from the floor!" He scolded.

As much as I wanted to, I couldn't because I was a thousand per cent sure that the white towel was stained. From the pain in my lower abdomen, I could tell I was leaking like my kitchen sink ."I...I...can't ".

" You can't?... Mrs ace, do I have to remind you that we have a lot of work to do ?"

I looked up to meet his stare; our eyes locked for a moment until his eye trailed down to my chest. I did my best to assume that he didn't just look at my boobs." You don't understand, I really can't ". I told him, a worried expression plastered on my face.

"Then make me understand and do it quickly!"

His eyes were still on my boobs. How can he still keep a straight face?