24. Peccant
1128 Words
Apart from massive headache she was experiencing, her vision has gotten a blurry and there was a very annoying ringing in her ears.
She couldn’t make up the words nor any face surrounding. She didn’t know the commotion going on or why she was so confused in the first place—not even why she was on the floor.
If she did at all gather her scatter braincells—she would have been able to tell she was punch lifeless by a man she would have reconsidered if she had looked up from her phone a second earlier than a second later that lead all this.
Jayson had apparently followed her after all. Thank the gods because his friend would have been beaten to death—if he had been late by a minute.
He shoved him off her as the woman he run into going to the elevator in panic followed. She didn’t give two f**k if Jayson punched him senseless, all her mind would think about was the girl unconscious with a bloody nose.
He was her husband, almost ex-husband—she should have cared when he was loosing the fight however he hadn’t been the best husband in a while—she cared more about Scarlet, the unconscious girl in her arms.
A few minutes later security guards dragged her husband’s limp body out of the parking lot. He was still persistent shouting insults while trying to break free, luckily he was beat up.
With concerned eyes, Lidia at Jayson’s bruised knuckles as he knelt beside her checking up on Scarlet.
“Is she okay?” he questioned. Once looking up he noticed her concerned stare—gave her a slight smile.
“I think. She just has a broken nose, no broken ribs or anything.” she mumbled not taking her eyes off Scarlet.
He could tell from a mile this woman felt guilty. The way she looked at him and Scarlet, or how she zoned out thinking too much—she blamed herself.
His hand over hers, he slightly squeezed her hand with a faint smile. “It’s not your fault.”
As useful he tried to be in comforting her, his words were as good as nothing. She heard him, she saw his genuine emotions but they left out the other ear.
How was this not her fault. Everything that happened today was because of her. Because she slept with someone not once and definitely not twice, filed for divorce—then all this happened.
He got angry, came to her office—and with all the odds in the f*****g universe, Scarlet happened to be going home right that moment.
It was her fault. Nothing could change her mind at that particular moment.
Feeling Scarlet’s weight out her arms, Lidia looked up noticing Jayson had Scarlet in his arms—it was about time she was driven home and treated for her bruise.
Picking up Scarlet’s phone Lidia followed suit. Insisting to come along, Lidia sat at the back with Scarlet’s head on her lap.
Repeated she caressed her face, lowly murmuring a sorry now and again.
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Sniffing the familiar intoxicating perfume, Scarlet comfortably hugged Lidia and pulled her closer without opening her eyes.
She didn’t need to know why the woman was in her bed or was she in Lidia’s bed—either way she didn’t remember and didn’t care.
Though Lidia’s stiffness did alarm her and the pain she felt with she pressed her nosed against Lidia’s neck.
Jolting up she hissed before gently touching the bandage over the bridge of her nose.
“Your nose is broken.”
With a head nod and still on her nose she agreed with Lidia then turned to the woman.
“No s**t, but how?” She asked jumping out of bed walking to the nearest mirror—yep, it was swollen.
Nothing followed after her question, Lidia had gone quiet, way to quiet.
It took a long paused silence for Scarlet to look back at Lidia, but this time she took in the woman’s appearance.
It wasn’t her messy bun or folded sleeves that took her attention, not that she looked horrible—she did though, with the smudge mascara.
“Are you okay?” were the first words that slipped out her mouth before walking over to the woman, her expression filled with worry.
Vigorously shaking her head, Lidia hid her face in her palms. “I’m sorry, really sorry. This. . .all this is my fault—I should have never slept with you. We shouldn’t have happened.”
“I’m guessing your husband did this?” a small head nod in agreement from Lidia got a hum from Scarlet. “But it is okay. If I was prepared I would have smacked him senseless.”
“If I hadn’t been involved with you—”
“Come on Lidia. Stop with blaming yourself.” she interjected with strong disapproval. Not missing a beat she spoke again, “Sure he is your husband but you aren’t responsible for his action—plus we all know I equally have part in what happened between us. I am that one that kissed you first.”
Her hand in hers, Scarlet genuinely smiled. “If you want us to stop occasionally hooking up then fine, we can definitely still be friends.”
It had never been just her sleeping with Lidia—sure at first it might have been—but she act made a friend from those playful nights, silly teasing games and lonely days.
“I don’t and can’t blame you.” Scarlet clarified lightly kissing Lidia’s forehead.
“I filed for divorce, that’s why he came over to the company.” she mumbled finally looking up to meet Scarlet’s gaze.
Standing up right she clapped her hands happily. “That’s happy news, needs a drink!”
“You can’t drink. You took medicine!” Lidia tried stopping her as she walked out the room, only to get hand stopping her from following.
“I know, not for me.” she winked. A few minutes later she returned with a glass of apple juice, the closest she has to wine.
“I forgot I have no alcohol.” she laughed handing Lidia the glass.
“I’m sorry—”
Stealing a quick kiss Scarlet jump onto the bed, patting the spot beside her she looked over at the woman.
“Cuddle with me friend?”
Lidia was reluctant until Scarlet pouted and mumbled a soft please. The next minute Lidia had her head laying against Scarlet’s shoulder.
Swiftly, Scarlet caressed her arm up and down while randomly asking questions out of context making the woman giggle now and again.
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