Jun

By J. A. Malec

Paranormal romans. Tells the story of Jun, a stubborn, sharp-tongued woman, and equally stubborn angel David, who wasn’t expecting to find his partner. From the beginning, they do not sympathize with each other. Squabbles are a way of life, right? Fate on their way puts a very restrictive law and ... David's wife.
 
J.A. Malec
I am a full-time mother, whenever I'm free I work professionally. Writing is a hobby which I discovered by my husband. I love reading and, even though, near four children there is always something to do, I still find the time for even a little while to run away into a different reality. Writing is something to help run into a world, that I can create.

• Language: English
• Publisher: self-publishing
• Release date: Nov 26, 2018
• ISBN: 9780995712409

Book preview

2017

J.A. Malec

1

  I'm Jun. I'm in my late twenties and I'm chubby. I must admit, there is way too much of me (and of my talking, too) and I'm lonely. And now there are more problems on the top of that mess which is called 'my life'. Well, as I said before, I tend to act before I think. Right now, I'm hanging on a thread, pinned to the wall some half a yard above the ground ( thank God I'm pinned by the shoulders, not by the neck, but either way I'm going to have a lot of bruises when I get out of this – if I get out of this at all) and it's all because of some bloke whose brother I rescued. Well, sort of.

    But let me start from the beginning.

One month earlier, Thursday.

    Listen Eve, guys don't just fall down from the sky and even if they did, none of them would fancy me. So, please. I am thirty and overweight, and it's at least twice too much for them to want to eye me.

    You are silly. She said. Life starts after thirty.

    Yeah...look who's talking - a twenty three year old woman! Sarcasm is my middle name.

    That's right. Let me tell you, I cannot wait till I'm thirty because then the guys start treating women seriously.

    Muhahahaha! Really?! Where did you get such  rubbish from? I haven't met a guy yet who would be serious, regardless of his age.

    You're a pessimist, that's all. I'm telling you that you'll find yourself in the veil of love, but don't forget about me then! She's a romantic, isn't she?

    O.K., you win. Let's end this boring conversation. I have to run, 'cause if I'm late again I'm gonna get sacked.

    You say that every time, but they still haven't sacked you. You know, your boss slobbers over you, so I don't think that he would punish himself and kick you off.

    FYI, he slobbers over every girl. He is hideous. I got shivers down my spine when I think about him, so please don't remind me of him.

    Eve chuckled when she saw the expression on my face.

    Have a nice day at work precious, see you on Saturday. She said casually with a silly grin, what made me think.

    You're up to something?!

    Get going 'cause you'll be late. She said as she pushed me out of the flat.

    Say it now!

    Over my dead body!

    Oh, common, you can't leave me in the dark!

    You'll know everything on Saturday, I just love birthdays, especially those of  roaring thirties. She  replied and slammed the door straight into my face.

    Eve!

    Have a nice day at work! I heard from behind the closed door.

  You're a bitch, you know that!

    I love you too! She retorted laughingly.

    Well, what can I do? If Eve doesn't want to say something, nobody can drag it out of her. O.K. then, it's time to get ready for work. Damn it, I so don't feel like it. If only I had a reason to come back home, maybe then I could get-up-and-go. I've been with this company for the last five years, and not only haven't I got a raise, but I'm still stuck in the same position – a general accountant. I'm tired of it, but looking for another job these days is pretty much like looking for a needle in a haystack. O.K., so that's what I should take to work..."

    And that was when I had a complete blackout. Why? Well...A minute before passing out I heard a scream. Then, I felt as if I were hit by something, but interestingly enough I wasn't hit by a car, no, that would be too good to be true. Simply, my words decided to take revenge on me, and you won't believe this: a guy fell on me! I could only manage to see that something is heading towards me. However, my brain didn't have time to register it – that's probably because I'm a blonde. I could only take a step back, and that's why I'm still alive, but he managed to clip me anyways. I think my pride suffered the most, but my body also got a share of it.

    I wound up at the hospital with a fractured right wrist, with my left leg and a few ribs broken as well, and with a whole lot of bruises and a concussion. I slept for two days doped up with pain killers. I'm telling you, morphine is king. I felt relaxed and calm, it was a total bliss and loads of euphoria. Unfortunately, they only gave it to me a few times when I was in excruciating pain. Well, I'm fragile and I have a low tolerance of pain. Later on it was bearable ( considering the fact that I couldn't take one step without assistance) and I was discharged home in the afternoon.

    What do you mean a guy fell on me?! I yelled.

  God...one can see you're healthy again. I almost went deaf and – do I have to remind you that we're in the hospital? Stop yelling! Eve growled.

    Oops, sorry, I forgot. What do you mean a guy fell on me? Where from? Damn, I can't remember a thing. I whispered as I clutched my head in disbelief.

    And that is where the mystery lies. They say it's hard to figure out how it happened, 'cause you were far away from any building. Maybe he fell out of a plane? 

    Oh no, it's impossible, I saw a TV programme about it. Not only would he freeze to death on his way down, but also I would turn into nothing else but a wet blot on the ground. I answered while pondering.

    Ugh! The way you describe it immediately makes me sick.

    Unless he fell off a puddle jumper or another small plane. I added without paying attention to what Eve was saying. They fly pretty low.

  That's possible.

  Did he make it?

  Oh yeah, and to make it even more interesting, he didn't suffer any injuries except for a concussion. He's been in the room next door for the last two days, and he is unconscious. Do you want to see him? She made a suggestion.

  You must be joking! I won't be walking into somebody's hospital room! What if somebody is visiting him now? What then?

    Well, we can always say that you saved his life. She suggested, lifting me up in my bed. After all, it's true.

    But we'll only take a peek, all right?

    All right, just a peek.

    So she pushed me in my wheelchair straight to his room ( I was so embarrassed being in a wheelchair – I felt like an old lady).

    I knocked at the door gently and opened it right away. He was the only one inside. Eve pushed my wheelchair in, and walked in behind me. I approached his bed. The man wasn't hooked up to any IVs or other machines,and to my surprise, he wasn't lying on his back as he was supposed, while being unconscious ( I must have seen too many films), but he was on his right side, facing the door. If he opened his eyes when I entered the room, I would surely get a heart attack ( thank God we were at the hospital!).

    It turned out, that I've been knocked down by quite a hottie! He was blond, the skin on his face kissed by the sun, he had a straight nose, protruding cheekbones, and a slight stubble, which made him look even hotter. Too bad he was all covered, and I couldn't see his body, but looking at his arms (which were his only body part that I could actually see) he seemed not to shy away from the gym.

  You got knocked down by some hottie, didn't you? Said Eve as if she was reading my mind.

    Not bad, ha?

    The man moved.

  Eve, let's get outta here! I started jerking the wheels of my wheelchair, trying to get out, when the man spoke.

    Who are you? He asked with a scruffy voice from his sleep.

    Hmm...

    She was the one you fell on, and she saved your life Eve blurted out.

  Oh, indeed they told me I fell on somebody...Thank you, I guess. Are you O.K.? He looked at me.

    I felt as if I were naked. I couldn't spit out a word.  Thank God for Eve.

    She's got some bruises and broken bones, but other than that she's fine. She stole my answer. 

    Is she speech impaired? He asked Eve.

    Oh, no! I protested. It should heal within a few weeks. What about you? Are you all right?

    Yes, I guess so. I've got some sleep but I can see that I roughed you up a bit. I feel really sorry, it wasn't my intention to fall down on anybody on purpose

    On purpose? No, it wasn't on purpose, that's for sure! I'm wondering though where you could possibly fall from?

  I fell from Heaven, of course. He answered, being dead serious.

    I think he probably got a few screws loose after that accident. Eve whispered to my ear.

    No, I didn't! He sounded upset.

    How on earth did he manage to hear what Eve said, when I could hardly hear it?

    We beg your pardon for our intrusion. Please, get some rest. My insurance agent will contact you. Bye. I wish you a speedy recovery. I was trying to leave the room.

    My apologies, I didn't want to raise my voice. Thank you for saving my life. He said and gave us a million dollar smile. He showed us a row of perfect pearly white teeth and two cute dimples in his cheeks.  Damn it, I knew it! A guy falls on me from the sky and of course he has to be out of my league! Such blokes never eye girls like me, as they always look for  easy ones. I'm too old for this. 

    You're welcome. Bye, bye. And I quickly rolled out of there, as if the place was on fire.

    He's cute, don't you think?

    He's a shark which is hunting to sink its teeth into its prey, toy with it for a while and spit it out. Stay away from him 'cause he will break your heart. I warned her.

    I was rather thinking about you. You could use some relaxation. Sometimes a quickie is better than nothing. Eve affirmed laughingly.

    You are some bitch, you know? I looked at her with a gaze of a murderer.

    Oh, and also sex can be pain-relieving.

    I'm gonna kill you if you don't shut up!

  You would have to catch up with me in that little wheelchair of yours. She said grinning.

    Just wait till I recover! I warned her. You'll be looking for your arse for a week!

    Oh, I'm so scared! Now she was laughing at me without hesitation, and I was laughing with her.

  " Beotch. Beastly, ugly, unbearable, spoiled and mean bitch.

    Hey, I'm not ugly!

    O.K., O.K. I burst into laughter. You're not ugly but the rest is correct!

    But you love me anyway.

    I know, too bad.

And then we went back to my hospital room, laughing our heads off.

J.A. Malec

2

      The following weeks turned out to be a real ordeal. You can imagine how difficult it is to take a shower when you have only one able arm, one able leg and bloody painful ribs. I'm glad Eve helped me, because otherwise I would  smell for at least two weeks until my ribs allow me to bend down low enough to reach my feet. Try to take a shower with one leg outside the shower base, and with one hand lifted up to avoid wetting the plaster. Even a gymnast would give up. All right, enough of that self-pity.

Apart from the general crisis, there were also some interesting moments. My birthday for example. My hopes that Eve has forgotten about it, proved to be futile. She always remembers such occasions. It all started innocently, but ended on a naughty and painful note.

Eve ruled the kitchen, when suddenly I heard her scream. She was lamenting that she dropped her earring into the sink. She made such noise as if she dropped a fifty-carat diamond. We called on a plumber, well she did. There came the three of them. Each one looked like a model from the cover of a magazine, well, maybe except for their work clothes. And at that very moment, I started getting suspicious. The gaffer of the group introduced his apprentices, and asked if they can also come in to watch him work and learn. They all walked in. They wandered about for a while, knocked on some pipes and just when I was about to ask them when  they were going to set to work and look for the earring, the music started to play, and they looked at me with devilish smiles on their faces. Chippendales! I knew something was fishy here.

Suddenly, a bunch of my friends stormed the kitchen and screamed: happy birthday Jun! They started giving me hugs (it hurt and that's why I'm going to kill Eve). They ushered me to an armchair, so I could sit down comfortably and watch the show. To my surprise it turned out that two of the dancers were actual apprentices, because they were kind of clumsy. One of them got caught in his trousers which were unclasped on the sides, and fell flat on his back. You couldn't help yourself but laugh...and I couldn't. Another one came up to me to give me a lap dance, but soon lost the inspiration for his moves and simply got up and walked away. Their teacher did a good job, maybe except for the fact that he kept eying Eve who, in turn, kept sending him reprimanding looks.

After the show the boys were getting ready to go, and I was begging for a painkiller. My ribs were compromised, as I couldn't stop myself from laughing. Everyone scattered upon seeing my pained face. Eve apologized for the hundredth time, and I, to be honest, had never had so much fun at my birthday party before. However, I had to pay my dues – I spent the whole next day sleeping. 

Another day, Eve dragged me to a caff saying: You'll put down your roots here, and I'll have to bring a bulldozer over to pull you out. Of course I was outraged  as usual, and I hurled a bunch of insults at her, calling her all possible names that are used for loose girls, but she only kept on laughing while staring at me. Eve is out of her mind.

But well, being outraged didn't pay off. Instead of leaving, she dragged me to a caff. It was nice until the man who fell on me walked in. I was praying to God that he wouldn't notice us, but I could always count on my gal pal, couldn't I?

Oh, hi the man who has fallen, what are you doing here? She got sarcastic.

What have I done to deserve it? At this moment I just felt like hiding under the table.

He noticed Eve and smiled at her. Now I know what the hospital sheets were concealing. The view was priceless. 6.5 foot worth of pure muscles in a T-shirt and jeans. He looked delicious with his slightly long blond hair and blue eyes. He looked like a desirable surfer.  I looked around only to see that all women are drooling at his sight.

Hello ladies. It's nice to see you. Finally some familiar faces. How are you feeling? I can see you're still  in a cast, how long is it going to be? He looked remorseful.

Hello, something like two or two and a half weeks.

I really roughed you up, didn't I? My sincere apologies. Will you let me buy you and your friend coffee?

Oh dear, here he goes.

Actually, we...

...would love to have some Eve interrupted before I had a chance to say anything.

What's your favourite flavour? Goodness me.

I'd like a latte, please and Jun doesn't drink coffee, so she can have green tea.

Yes, please. I sighed.

The man left to place an order.

What the hell do you think you are doing?! I quietly growled at Eve.

I'm fixing you up with quite a hottie.

Don't you dare. You're not being serious.

Right, and that's why I still remember what sex is.

Hey missy... I hissed through my teeth, but finishing the sentence just wasn't in my cards.

I'm back. Here's your coffee and here's your tea Jun.

Thank you.

Maybe you could reveal your name stranger, or should we keep calling you the fallen one? Eve said.

Surprisingly, he lost his cool, as if Eve said something upsetting. What is that man hiding? Stop! Don't pay attention to him. Guys like him are nothing but trouble. 

My name is Ariel He introduced himself with a serious tone of voice.

Eve snorted, splattering coffee on the table. Really, what have I done to deserve it?

" You have a name like a Little Mermaid? Eve started laughing until she saw the expression on my face.

It's also a man's name I explained to Eve, what automatically cheered up our guest.

  I'm Jun, and the one who has been spat on is Eve. Don't mind her, she is out of control. It's the way she was born.

Huh, thank you He whispered.

Where are you from, Ariel?

From far away. He said quietly.

He caught my interest. I was wondering what he was hiding. He didn't look like a thug, as he didn't have any visible tattoos which could be a sign that he is a gang member. He was polite, he was clean, and he smelled well. His clothes were ironed. They might not have been designer clothes, but they were made of quality material. My curiosity usually got me into trouble, so I decided to let go.

Are you here on business or are you visiting someone? Or maybe you are here by accident? Eve kept inquiring.

It's probably the latter one. He replied with a strange expression on his face.

Take it easy, ninety percent of us visit this place just for a while. I smiled politely, what helped him relax for a moment.

We spend an hour talking about everything and nothing. Three teas later I decided to leave. I was tired and also knew that Eve has a date, and getting ready for it always takes her a few hours.

Eve, it's time to go. Should I remind you that you have a date tonight? With a panicky look on her face, Eve looked at her watch.

" Oh, no, no, no! I won't