A lie in the church episode 6
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🌹A lie in
The church ⛪️
( 💝Love and lie 😔)
BY XONA_2018
_Full book INFO_
🙏 Read till the end 🙏
💘 chapter 6💘
“Those paintings you destroyed can make you the richest person in the world if all the money is summed up.”
“Who cares?” I reached for the wine and refilled my glass.
“And those cups you broke was….”
“I don’t wanna hear it, are you trying to make me feel like the bad guy here?”
“Sorry.”
He raised his hand in surrender.
Tristan returned and we ate in silence, Morris cleared the dining when we were done.
“Adrian will take you to your room.”
Tristan said, standing up. He seemed to be in a sour mood since he returned to the dining.
“No, I want you to carry me not him.”
Adrian smiled as he sipped the remaining wine.
“Do you wanna crawl to your room or let him take you?”
“None of the above, you said it yourself I’m your responsibility.”
“Fine.”
I didn’t like the sound of that, he moved fast to where I was and threw me on his shoulder like I was a piece of cloth.
“This position is uncomfortable.”
I gr0-ned, his shoulder bones pressed my stomach.
“Tristan put me down!”
The pain increased as he climbed the stairs.
His lean ass was staring at my face, I thought of pinching it but stopped myself.
“You’re hurting me, I’m going to throw up if you don’t stop.”
“Shut up,” he grunted.
“I will fart on your face if you don’t stop.”
I wished I hadn’t said that.
I was glad he didn’t say anything, I endured the pain and tried to breathe.
I was relieved when we got to my room, he threw me on the bed and left the room.
“That was a bumpy ride.”
I massage the s₱0t and laid in bed for a while.
I crawled to the bathroom and washed my face in the bathtub, it was impossible to have a bath.
I sat on the floor next to the bathtub with my toothbrush and toothpaste.
I cleaned the tub when I was done and returned to the room, luckily for me, my things were unpacked, I grabbed a grey sweat and blue singlet and slipped them on.
I felt crippled as I crawled up my bed, I thought of my family and Grey. How did this happen? Why did I ditch my homework for a wedding?
I went to bed quicker than I expected.
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Morris woke me up the next day with breakfast in bed since Tristan was gone.
The doctor’s appointment was by 12:30. It took me an hour to get ready and I tried to take a bath but couldn’t.
I allowed Morris to carry me to the car, I felt so bad though.
The doctor kept trying to have a conversation with me as he ran some tests.
The x-ray freaked me out a bit, we waited for some minutes for the results.
I was carried around in a wheelchair and brought to the consultant.
“Good news, no infection and the glass didn’t touch your bones.”
I faked a smile.
“We’re going to stitch it up and give you some pills but you have to take the wheelchair home with you.”
“What?”
“You need the wheelchair for movement.”
She explained.
“Is it that bad? Will I be able to walk again?”
I panicked.
“Relax Chloe it’s only for a few days.”
“How many days are we talking about here?”
“Five or eight days and you’ll be back on your feet.”
I exhaled in relief.
“How do I bath?”
“Well, for now, I will tell you to wait till your feet are healed but if you have anyone that can help then that’s okay.”
Great! I was the only female in the house.
I s¢ræmed during the stitching even if I was given lidocaine to numb the pain. I refused to look at my feet scared to see how it looked.
I kept my face down as Morris pushed the wheelchair out of the hospital. I kept feeling like I had lost my legs.
I stayed in bed for the rest of the day feeling miserable. Belvina wasn’t answering my calls, my sister blocked my calls and my parents ignored all my calls too.
Grey’s line kept going to voicemail, I left like five voicemails.
Morris brought lunch to my room and dinner too.
“Where’s Tristan?”
I asked when he came for the dishes.
“He is busy with work in his study.”
“Does he know about the wheelchair?”
“Yes, Miss Simpson.”
“Tell him I need his help.”
“You’re sure I can’t help you?”
“Yes, Morris.”
Tristan showed up later on black jogger pants that showed off his slim and long legs, his sweatshirt hugged his unfortunately beautiful torso.
“What’s the problem now?”
He sounded tired but who cares?
“I need to brush my teeth.”
He looked at me like I was stupid.
“Seriously Chloe?”
“I can’t move or stand.”
“What do you want me to do?”
“Carry me on your back while I brush.”
“Are you kidding me right now?”
He gave me an incredulous stare.
“No.”
“You better make this quick.”
He came closer and I hopped on his back.
We stood in front of the large mirror.
“Could you please put the toothpaste on the toothbrush?”
He glared at me through the mirror before doing it.
His shampoo filled my nostrils as I placed my head on his neck, he gave me the toothbrush.
I placed a paper towel on his shoulder and started brushing with one hand while the other stayed around his neck.
“Please try not to get that on me.”
He said in disgust.
“This is so ridiculous.”
He said and I smiled, I just wanted to torment him a little.
He would lean closer to the washbasin for me to throw my mess away.
“I’m done.”
“What now?”
“Drop me on the counter, I will rinse my mouth from there.”
“Really Chloe? Why didn’t you sit there to brush?”
He asked getting pissed.
“I never thought about it.”
I shrugged and rinsed my face and my mouth but I was smiling in my head.
He didn’t wait for me to dry my face, he carried me back to the room.
He stood in front of me with his hands tucked in his front pockets, I could tell he didn’t like this one bit.
“Anything else?”
“Can you pass me my pyjamas? It’s in the black suitcase.”
I wasn’t sure, it was Ciara that packed my things.
He walked to the black suitcase and I watched him unzip it, my eyes flashed wide-open when I saw my panties and bra scattered at the top.
I turned my face away and pretended to be looking for something on my nightstand.
Really Ciara? This was so embarrassing.
“It’s not in the black suitcase.”
I heard him say, he sounded like he wasn’t bothered.
“Ohh, okay. Thank you for your services I will take it from here.”
I said not looking at him.
“What are you looking for?”
“Uhmm my crystal earrings.”
“You’re wearing it.”
I paused and nodded.
“Good night.”
I said with a firm smile, he was still squatting in front of the suitcase and it was still wide open.
Did he touch them?
“I will check the other suitcases.”
“No,” I said quickly.
Who knows what he might see.
“It’s not my first time seeing a lady’s underwear, Chloe.”
I tried to act confused.
“This.”
He held my black bra up, the nerve of this guy.
“Ohh that, you can close the suitcase now.”
His face was void of any emotion as he stared at them.
“Are you done drooling over my undies?” I tried to joke but he acted like he didn’t hear anything.
“Can you please close the suitcase and leave.”
He did but he walked to the other suitcases and searched for my pyjamas.
He threw it at me and left the room.
I grabbed one pillow and covered my face then s¢ræmed.
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Belvina called the next day during breakfast. Tristan left early for work so Morris was at my service.
I answered the call with a mouthful of omelet.
“Hey, Vina.”
“Sorry I missed your call, how is it going with Tristan? Is he going, to tell the truth?”
“Not yet but soon and before I forget I’m in a wheelchair.”
“A wheelchair? Did he break your legs? Should I call your parents or report to the cops?”
I chuckled almost choking on my food.
“Was that a joke?”
“No, I’m really in a wheelchair but it’s nothing serious.”
“How come?”
I gave her every detail of what happened even the suitcase incident.
“Go, girl!”
She said in a sing-song voice, I imagined her throwing one hand in the air.
“I wish I was there, did he really touch your underwears?”
“Uh-huh”
“That’s hot.”
Ewwww
“Vina?”
“What? I will be happy if a hot guy sees my undies.”
“That’s sick.”
I told her.
“Did he see the padded bra too?”
She asked with a dramatic gasp.
“I stopped using that last year.”
“Ohh.”
“Can we please not talk about this?”
“Sure, are you coming back to school?”
“Why not?”
“Can you handle the stares and murmurs?”
“Yes,” I said dryly.
“Are you sure?”
“Bye, I will call you later.”
I ended the call.
I gr0-ned as I remembered my projects that were due on Wednesday. I spent the rest of the day on my projects, thank God Ciara packed them.
I got tired and slept off when I was done with two. It didn’t take long before I heard a knock on my door.
I grumbled and tried to open my eyes, I succeeded and saw Adrian at the doorway to my room. He was leaning on the door frame and smiling at me with his arms folded, what a nice view.
He was wearing a black tracksuit and grey air max. It was like staring at Francisco Lachowski during his photoshoot.
Thank God I didn’t sleep with my mouth open or drool. I sat up with ease and brushed my hair back with my hand.
“Are you lost?”
“No,” he answered with a laugh.
“I came to check on you.”
“Ohh you’ve heard about the cripple girl.”
“Yeah, does it hurt?”
“A little.”
“Dinner is waiting, I will carry you.”
“No, I want Tristan to do it.”
“What are you afraid of?”
He asked with a laugh.
“Nothing, this is Tristan’s fault, so let him carry me.”
“He is not well, you have no choice unless you want me to call Morris.”
He showed off his dimples at the end.
“Fine.”
He walked to the bed with his long strides and scooped me up bridal style.
His cologne tempted me to lean closer and sniff his neck but that would be weird right?
I regretted wearing a dress because his rough hand gripped my thighs making it hærd to concentrate on anything else.
I decided to keep my face down cause if I look up it’d be hærd to look away.
I decided to start a conversation to get my mind off the feel of him gripping my bare skin.
“Do you live with Tristan?”
“No, but I hang out here a lot.”
“Figured, do you work for him?”
“We are business partners.”
“So you both own the company?”
“Yup.”
I felt relief when we got off the stairs and headed for the dining room.
Tristan was sitting at the dining with all his focus on the tab in front of him.
“You look well.”
I said as Adrian dropped me gently on a seat.
“Actually he is not sick.”
Adrian confessed.
“He refused to do it and since you don’t like Morris carrying you, I decided to help.”
I clenched my fists and my jaw, stabbing him with my eyes.
“I’m tired, Chloe.”
I heard Tristan say.
“I don’t care, you’re the reason I’m in this state, not him!”
“I will continue tomorrow, let Adrian carry you.”
He said not looking at me.
“No,” I disagreed.
He gr0-ned and moved his tab away then looked at me.
“Should I go on my knees and beg you?”
Was he really gonna do that? I mean, I wouldn’t mind to see him on his knees begging but I was better than that.
I looked at Adrian, he was leaning back on his seat and watching.
“Okay, only tonight.”
He breathed out in relief.
“You should have said yes, I really wanted to see him on his knees begging.”
Adrian said and Tristan glared at him.
“Do you guys drink wine at every dinner?”
I asked as Morris filled our flute glass.
“Yeah, it goes well with the food.”
Dinner was fun, Adrian made me laugh so much that I choked on my drink but Tristan was too busy with work on his tab.
Adrian carried me back to my room but this time around his hand didn’t touch my bare skin.
“I need to brush my teeth.”
I told him when he was about to drop me.
He took me to the bathroom and placed me on the counter next to the washbasin.
I missed staring at Tristan’s stubble and his lovely scowl when I try to piss him off. It was fun pissing him off.
Adrian leaned on the counter staring at me as I brushed.
“How did you feel when Tristan picked you?”
I spat out the paste in my mouth to answer him.
“I thought he lost his mind or maybe it was a wedding drama to amuse the congregation.”
I said and went back to brushing my teeth.
He laughed briefly and looked around the bathroom.
“I didn’t see you at the wedding.”
“I travelled, I returned that day and heard about everything.”
“Did you know it was gonna happen?”
“Kinda.”
I rinsed my mouth and leaned closer to the tap to wash my face, Adrian moved closer and held my hair back.
“Thanks.”
I said and washed my face.
“Nice birthmark.”
“It’s not a birthmark but thanks.”
I didn’t want to talk about it.
“Please pass me the face towel.”
I dried my face and he took me back to my room.
He put me slowly on the bed and stood in front of me.
“At least you’re a lot nicer than him.”
“It’s not easy for him right now but he’ll tell you soon.”
“Yeah, he has 11 days.”
I had the date marked on my phone’s calendar and also an alarm set for that day.
“I hope you will understand how much this means to him.”
He said softly.
“I don’t know, all I want is my life back.”
“I should leave you to get ready for bed.”
“Yes.”
“Can I k!$s you?”
“What?” I gaped at him
“I meant a friendly goodnight k!$s on the cheek.”
He said laughing.
“Ohh, sure.”
He moved closer and leaned down to my face his hands still tucked in his pockets.
I turned my left cheek to him and held my breath.
I turned my left cheek to him and held my breath.
“Are you flexible?”
“Huh?”
I turned to look at him only to make our l-ips touch, my eyes flashed open and my heart stopped beating.
Adrian didn’t pull away instead he went further and captured my upper lip with his l-ips then forced my mouth open with his tongue.
Why wasn’t I pulling away or stopping him? He moved one hand to my neck and pulled my face closer then k!$sed me deeply.
My eyes closed slowly and I found myself k!$sing him back.
What the hell Chloe Simpson?
Tbc …
I love ❤️ what Chloe did
Wow 😮 so Adrian k!$sed Chloe
How sweet