Four Leaf Clover – 9
A/N – more of a confession than a note, I have to admit to
being really shocked at what I wrote in the last part! I
seriously
considered revising it…I can't believe how graphic I
got. It's so not something Natalie would do in a hallway. It was a
total plot point to
humiliate the ex-girlfriend. Which means I've
sunk to the level of ABCD soap writing. Sigh. Anyway, it happened,
let's just move on…
>>>>
"Come on, we're going to be late and I need coffee." Natalie pulled him by the lapels of his jacket off the door and grabbed the door knob.
"Uh, hi."
Natalie's face flamed and she turned around to see
who John was talking to. Though shocked and mortified she decided
to brazen it out
when she saw it was Evangeline with her eyes
bugging out of her head like the crazy runaway bride in Georgia
and her mouth open.
"Good morning, Evangeline. Rather early to see you lurking around John's room isn't it?"
"You piece of trash slut!" Evangeline shrieked, spittle flying from her mouth and striking both John and Natalie.
"Voyeur."
"It's a hallway." Evangeline pulled herself together and put on her school-mamish face and uppity tone.
"A
private hallway you have no business being in at five thirty in
the morning," Natalie calmly pointed out. "If you
weren't being so…what
was that big word again? Oh, ubiquitous
you might not be so upset."
"Natalie." Evangeline's attempt to remain calm started to fail so John stepped between the two women. "Give us a few minutes."
"I'll
meet you at the station. Sorry." She whispered the last
word before walking away. Man, she thought to herself, any other
person and
she would feel compassion for her finding her boyfriend
of just a few hours ago in a compromising position with another
woman; but
Evangeline made it impossible with her nasty,
condescending, manipulative manner. She only felt bad for John
having to pick up the
pieces.
"Maybe you shouldn't have opened the door if you weren't finished yet," Evangeline said snippily.
"Evangeline," John started.
"No. No, not this time. No, I'm not going to cry over you and Natalie anymore. We break up, and it takes you how long, fifteen minutes? Five? Did you call her from right outside my door?"
John just stared at her blankly.
"I'm not stupid, John. Your little friend there has been throwing herself at you for months! And we all know what else."
John visibly paled at her comment.
"Right now I'm wondering if anything you have ever told me has been the truth."
"What do you think I lied to you about?" John asked.
"Why don't you tell me?"
"I think that you're upset right now and that's my fault, but nothing good can come of this conversation right now. Later. We can talk later."
"I just bet you want to talk later. You'll probably be too busy with work or your whore."
"Don't call her that." John's voice was ice cold.
"Do you love her?"
"I don't think that's any of your business anymore."
"You son of a bitch!"
"Hey, hey! What's going on up here. You two make enough noise going boom boom in bed, do ya got to do it in the hallway too? People are complaining." Roxy, still dressed in her clothes from the night before lurched her way over to the pair.
"Why don't you ask your daughter about that?" Evangeline flounced off.
"Man. What did you do now, Johnny? She find out about you and my Natty doing the dirty behind her back? Aw, come'on Johnny. You think I don't know what goes on in my hotel? You two are even louder than you and the lawyer."
"I gotta get to work, Roxy." John rubbed his eyes, his head was starting to pound.
"Yeah, sure ya do. You gotta find out who tried to deep fry my girl. You'll protect her won't you?"
"Yeah, I will Roxy."