L O L I T A ' S National Anthem (COMPLETED ✔️)

I N T I M A T E // 16

I'm in Liverpool Street having luncheon with Stephanie

"We can't go on not speaking," she says sipping on her bubbling champagne

I shrug my shoulders

"I can."

We continue sitting in stifling silence

"What have I done for you to hate me so much?" She asks pain thick in her voice

"It's not what you do; it's what you haven't," I snap back coldly

Sighing heavily, she lets her shoulders drop

Stephanie begins probing about my sensuous Beauty

Reluctantly I let her know

"She's too young for Kay," she states furrowing her brow

Anger flares up in my bones but I swallow it down with a massive gulp of champagne

Her judgmental statements always rip through my skin

"That's why we don't talk," I point out