SHUT UP AND KISS ME!

CHAPTER 1

"I told you so!" hearing those words for the fifth time from my best friend makes me wish the ground I"m standing now would open and swallow me.

I have the tendency to fall for laying jerks and cheating bastards. What can I do, I trust easily. This is the fifth guy I trusted with all my heart and now I find out that he"s cheating with my co-worker, not just some co-worker but my sworn enemy. Can you believe that!

"What did I do wrong?" I ask Lisa, plopping on the bed and waiting for an answer just to see her frowning at the ceiling beside me.

"Hey! I know that look, what are you up to this time?" Knowing her for ten years I know that she"s scheming some crazy stuff to get back with my ex.

"Let"s ruin your bastard ex"s car, I remember I have some spray paint left in my storage!" Lisa blurted out, still starring at the ceiling.

"Oh my! What a great idea! We can also s***h his tires. I know he will be pissed off with that." What can I say, I have to take my revenge somehow for manipulating me for three months.

We decided to do our wicked deed tonight, it"s Sunday and knowing Lance he will just stay in his apartment all night.

"Are you ready?" Lisa ask excitedly.

"Do we have all the stuff that we need?" I asked. I have to admit I feel nervous, what if we got caught? but my anger is my will to carry on this crazy idea.

Parking my car two blocks away from his place we walk the remaining distance to reach his car.

It was a black Mercedes, opening my bag I grab the silver spray paint Lisa given to me, writing the words "d**k" on the left side and "jerk" on the right side of his car. I inspect my handy work and smiled. Lisa was my look out.

Proceeding with the task at hand I got the ice pick I have on my bag and with shaking hand I stab his tires. When I"m done Lisa notice that there is someone walking to our direction so we immediately left.

"Oh my god! That was crazy!" I can feel my hands still shaking from nervousness but I feel elated.

"Yeah, I thought there for a second that we will get caught." Lisa beams her eyes full of mischief.

"Don"t worry this will be the last time we will do such a thing." Giving her a thankful smile.

I have been in a relationship with Lance for 2 years some would feel that it"s a serious one but somehow in the middle I felt something was off or missing but I ignore it believing that it will be unfair to him that I"m not trusting our relationship.

Then the inevitable happen, I caught Lance and Martha in an awkward position in the restroom of the club where we decided to unwind last Saturday.

It should be our night, drinking and having the time of our life with each other, dancing in his arms.

But it all fell apart when I caught them making out and almost dry humping with each other on one of the cubicles in the restroom. I was shock! I didn"t even realize that they knew each other.

Acting on instinct I barge on them pulling Martha"s hair while my other hand was busy slapping Lance dumbfounded face. Yeah, I know I can multitask!

"Let go of me, b***h!" Martha yelled at me to let go of her hair and I did but not on a gentle way. Lance was still in shock to recover from what"s happening but he get the hang of it after the third slap and reach for my hand to stop me.

"Abbie, it"s not what you think." He hold my wrist tight and try to explain what I just saw. Of course, there’s no need for any explanation so I left but not after giving Martha one hard slap on her left cheek. "I"m not the b***h you are!"

Today was Monday and I don"t feel so excited to go to the office. I"m an architect, I love my job. I love creating and designing, but today I don"t feel so good. I live alone in my little apartment in Manhattan.

My apartment has an open space plan, which you can see through the kitchen and living room. The walls are light pistachio green, the living room have a white three seater sofa, an oval glass coffee table and aquamarine love seat, a 45 inch led TV hang on the wall.

The right side was the kitchen with a granite breakfast counter, two dark wood high chairs and a four seater dark wood dinning set. There is an abstract painting hanging on the wall beside the window.

My bedroom has a queen size bed in the center, on the left wall was my closet. The door on the right is the bathroom.

Getting up to do my morning ritual, I look myself in the mirror to see dark circles under my eyes. Having a hard time sleeping really takes its toll on me. I"m happy I didn"t agree when Lance ask me to move in with him. That will make things complicated.

After having breakfast I change into a cream colour blouse with a baby collar and pair it with a black high waist fitted pencil skirt and complete my look with my peep toe four inch heels.

I don"t have a model size body, I"m just an average size girl 5"4" in height. I put my ash blonde hair in a simple low bun and put some powder on my face and pink shade lipstick. I want it simple and natural, I"m not a big fan of make-up.

Getting my keys, coat and shoulder bag, I exit my building and drive four blocks away to the office. I love my apartment because it"s close to my workplace and I hate driving in traffic.

Entering the building I was greeted by Shirley the receptionist, she is a good friend of mine. I walk straight to the elevator and press 15th floor.

Setting my things on my desk I check for my schedule, I have a meeting at nine o"clock and its eight forty five already. I have fifteen minutes to spare so I grab a cup of tea in the panty co"z I don"t drink coffee and make my way to the conference room just below my floor.

The meeting was about the new project I will be working on this client Bill my boss has told me about last week. I will be the head of this project so it"s a good timing since I will be busy and don"t have time to think of my failed relationship and bury myself in pity.

As I enter the conference room there was a few colleagues I"m familiar working with seated around the large table.

"Good morning!" I greeted and smiled to them as I take my seat, as I settled another enter the room and to my dismay it was the one and only Martha, wearing a too tight red dress but what caught my eye was her left cheek which still has my right hand imprint to it. I smile internally knowing that she deserves it.

Our eyes met and she gave me the stinky eye, my expression remains impassive because I will not give her the satisfaction of knowing that she can affect me.

The meeting went well but I"m curious who is our latest client he didn"t attend the meeting and just sent a representative, but all in all it was good. Martha avoided me all throughout and I did the same.

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This chapter is dedicated to all my crazy girlfriends, you know who you are.