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Lisa’s POV
I got back to sleep after he left only to wake up with the sound of the doorbell. "Stop ringing the doorbell..." I pleaded before shoving a pillow over my face hoping it would stop. But it seemed the person on the door was persistent. I staggered from the bed, cursing the person on the door beneath my nose. When I walked into the living room, I began to look around and forgot Someone was at the door.
There was a huge photo of a soaring eagle, a glamorous chandelier, a coffered ceiling, and classy black sofas. I was busy looking around when I heard the doorbell again. Sweet Lord, I forgot.I face-palmed myself. "Who is it?" I asked, my hand already on the door knob.
"It's the pizza you ordered." I twisted the door knob and opened it.
"Here is your pizza!" He offered me a half smile.
"Thank you..."
"My tip?"
"I don't have any tips." I slammed the door on his face. I placed the pizza box on the table and continued looking around. I held one of the elegant and richly textured grey throw pillows and it was so soft. Why does he need a luxurious duvet? And the matching grey soft rug. damn it feels so smooth and ticklish under my feet.
Stop right there, did he have black and grey striped drapes? I have always wanted to own one. Lucky guy,never thought blending grey and black would look so good. Claire should know about this. She should see where her best friend spent the night.Where can my phone be? I looked around the room I was in and found it charging on the nightstand. It was off.
Talking about Claire, I need to call her. Although we quarreled yesterday, I know that she will be worried. I went into the room I woke up in. I found my phone on the stool beside the bed.
When I was on my phone, I saw fifty six missed call and thirty messages from Claire.
I immediately called her.
“You b*tch! Where did you keep your phone? I have been calling you since yesterday but you didn’t answer. I went to your house but you aren’t there. I am on my way to the police station now!”. Claire ranted.
“I am fine Claire, no need to worry.” I assured her through the phone .
“O thank the heavens then! Are you with Kelvin? Did you propose to him?”. Claire asked me about my foolishness.
“Actually no! I …” I went on to explain what happened yesterday night with Kelvin.
“That idiot, he is going to get it from me when next I meet!.” Claire swears. She went rendering curses at Kelvin for breaking my heart.
“So if you are not with Kelvin, where are you then?.” Claire asked me.
“Well it’s a long story. Are you at home? Let me call you on the video call!.” I cut off the call and did a video call instead.
"Sweet holy waters, where are you short woman?" Her mouth was wide open when she saw the interior of where I am standing.
“This is the place I slept last night!.” I answered her.
"You haven't told me where you are," Claire murmured.
I narrated what happened after I left the restaurant yesterday and went to the club. After narrating to her the whole story, she still couldn't believe I kissed Mr. Handsome.
"My little girl is growing up. you mean you kissed a stranger." She fanned her eyes, faking a sob.
"I was heartbroken Claire and he was there to offer a shoulder.Anyway let's check around the house" The bathroom just had a cabinet full of towels and bathrobes, a faucet and a walk in shower. The room I slept in was also simple.. A bed, nightstand, a mounted 32' inches TV, closet and nothing extraordinary about the bathroom.The kitchen was equipped with all modern appliances.
"Wait, what is his name again? l need to find out more about him" Claire suggested.
"His delivery receipts say Marcus but I don't know the second name.
( AN: Chase middle name is Marcus. )
"Okay let me search for all the Marcus then you can tell me who is your prince charming" I nodded wordlessly. All the pictures she sent me, none of them looked like him.
"Short woman, what if he is a gangster or killer or something like that?.” Claire asked. Trust Claire to always be an over thinker.
"I don't think so. He is so sweet and charming, don't think he would harm a fly." defended him. I opened the door to the last room and almost collapsed.
"Claire look?" I showed her the room and she screamed..
" I Want to come to where you are, can't be the only one dealing with this poor neighborhood. I want a vacation too." She exclaimed.
"Stop being a crying baby. l can't believe someone is living the life we are praying for. Life is so unlucky”. I lamented.
"And unfair. He is handsome and probably rich.You are so lucky to have met him, Lisa." Claire cooed.
I didn't even answer her back, the room had left me speechless. By the look of it, it was the Cute eyes' bedroom, I am sure waking up in this bedroom would be like waking up inside a warm cloud.I felt like the silvery gray carpet was practically begging for my bare feet and the glass windows gave the perfect view to see our beautiful city. Some people are very lucky.
I walked into the room inside his bedroom which I bet was the bathroom.The bathroom in my house is so small that it can't fit two people and ironically his bathroom was the size of my sitting room or even bigger. I diligently stepped on the black gloss tiles as I looked around,who was painting in their bathrooms?
"Wait a moment, is this his bathroom? Claire yelled and dragged my attention back to her.l had forgotten we were face timing.
"Yes Claire, it's the size of our sitting room or even bigger.what if he is married? He can't live in such a big classy apartment alone" I felt sadness weighing me down by the thought of him being married.
"Who cares, live life for the time you are there. So when are you coming back to the slums? Or you will never come back" She teased me.
"As soon as my ankle feels better, it hurts a little..."I bathe using a basin and a jug and this guy gets to have a walk in shower and a bathtub that was a spa-like bathroom. But I love the decor used in the bathroom. It was a bit darker than most walls and gave the bathroom a romantic look.
"We will talk later, Claire ." I disconnected the call even before she could say anything. I limped back to the living room and noticed I had not seen a custom bar cabinet. Marcus, who are you? You seem so young yet you have such an expensive apartment. Or are you an assassin? But who would want me dead? l have nothing under my name apart from my ID and birth certificate.
"Lisa lives like a queen. Live in the moment " I poured myself some wine and walked back to his room. I stood by the glass window and felt peaceful just looking at how beautiful our city is. I was doing just fine until depressing thoughts began taking over my mind.
You are here looking happy, have you forgotten you were dumped.You haven’t paid your rent and you use your savings to prepare for a proposal that never happened. You should be stressed, not happy.
I felt anxiety so raw on my skin. Yes, Kelvin dumped me and I-am so broke,why am i smiling? I should be crying.
I unlocked my phone and went to my gallery where I looked at our photos together.We looked happier, where did things go wrong? Tears began dripping from my eyes and I didn't care to wipe them away. I downed my wine and closed my eye He betrayed my love and his actions proves he loves no one else but himself.
"I deserve better. He is a jerk..He broke my heart!" Every memory of us tore me apart, the pain and anger ripped my soul out. I did everything for him to be happy but he left anyway. Funny thing, I miss him and want him back. Maybe I should call him...
I dialed his number and crossed my fingers as it rang.
"Hey darling, how are you?"I whispered
"I am good Lisa"
"Is there no way we can forget what happened yesterday and go back to how we where before ? I really miss you." I sobbed and there was long silence from him.
"Just move on Lisa, you will get another guy, I don't think I can do this..."
"Fine to hell with you! I will never call you again..."l cussed out and disconnected the call. For a moment I felt like I could rip my heart out and squeeze this immense love I feel for him from it.
I limped back to the living room and took a whole bottle of red wine. I needed to be drunk and forget my sorrows for a moment. I stood on top of the sofa and played some music on my phone. began hoarsely singing along, my cheeks becoming wet with tears.I tried to dance to the sad heartbroken songs.
You're everything I thought you never were And nothing like I thought you could've been But still you live inside of me So tell me, how is that? You're the only one I wish I could forget .The only one I love to not forgive And though you break my heart You're the only one On the realization, it wasn't soothing me at all.I removed the t-shirt I was wearing and limped to Marcus room. I removed the bandage and waited for the bathtub to be filled with water. As soon as it was full, I got in still listening to my sad songs and began gulping down the bottle of wine...
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AN: please Claire Lisa’s best friend and Claire Chase sister are two different people.
Thank you for reading. I love the name and often use it in my book multiple times.