It was only a matter of time until mine and John's new founded affair was discovered by the media. The rumours from months before had already made his wife highly suspicious of our previous friendship. And bringing me to London with him only fueled the fire even more.

It was early fall when John invited me to his home when his wife and son were away. It was a time in our lives when we were incredibly naive with the situation we dug ourselves into. Making love almost every night we could. His constant purchases for me. His dominance when I was pursued by other men who simply looked my way. He was a loving man and it was soon I was in deep trouble with my agent. His anger at my completely carelessness with showbiz and my heavy partying with my new friends from England were enough to land me without him. But I didnt care. I was staying with John, in the studio watching him and the other Beatles recording, who all welcomed me with open arms. I felt like a princess among them.

It wasn't until one early morning John's wife arrived sooner than expected and we were caught. That was the beginning of what seemed like a roaming battle of romance.
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London, England
1969

Two cups of coffee and a sleeping John Lennon. My bare feet swiftly walking back and forth to the record player then to the kitchen where I stirred in sugar and creamer into a full cup and headed to the bedroom where John slept laying on his stomach.

"John." I whispered. He didn't stir. I set the cup on the nightstand, slowly crawling ontop. My body laid on his while my fingers danced in his hair. "Jooohhhnn."

"Mmmm."

"It's seven-thirty." I smiled.

"It's too bloody early."

I kissed the back of his neck. "I have to leave in two hours."

He picked his head up and laid it back down with a sigh. "I dunno why ye can't stay."

"You know why John. It'll only be a few days." I kissed his shoulder. "Filming will be over." Another kiss. "You'll get time off." Kiss. " Then I'll fly back so we can find a place together."

He mumbled. "I want you 'ere. With me."

I sighed and played with his hair. "I know baby."

"We just got married."

"I know John. But first we have things to take care of. Besides you'll have the band to keep you busy."

He slowly rolled on his back, making me sit up. "There's somethin I think we need to talk about."

I stroked the side of his face and nodded. "Talk about what?"

"I don't want to be in the band anymore."
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I was asked to lie on my back in nothing but a sheet. The man behind the camera giving orders to his helpers. I disheveled my hair to make it seem as if I just awoken or was tossed around a bit, getting sweet words from the photographer about my beauty. I blushed and found myself posing as flashes filled the scene. The smell of cigarettes from the watchers, more orders, then flashes. It continued on and on as I sat up and slowly pulled the sheet off with the request of the man behind the camera. My eyes staring right into the lense.

In all of this I kept thinking of John early this morning. His words.

I don't want to be in the band anymore.

This wasn't the first time he's spoken this way. It only arose when he was tipsy or angry with one of his friends. But this time he was truthful. Sober. He was serious and I knew this.

"Alright I think we're about finished here. Lauren take the flowers off set I'm dying here." The photographer waved as he headed over to me, sitting on the bed. "Sharon I hear you've gotten married! How is this possible? A young fine woman like you all taken and such." He kissed my cheek. I smiled.

"I suppose it was time I gave my heart to him. John's been a wonderful man and I enjoy every moment we spend together. It was only a matter of time."

"I suppose you're right. You're just so young and getting your career back aren't you afraid it will hurt your outlook? I mean, we all know how you've got here with the scandal and all..."

"It's been awhile now. Are people still talking??"

He shook his head. "No. I just mean, people do talk."

"Jack we need your help with the costume on our next shoot!" A woman yelled.

"I've got to run. You're a beauty miss Duvell."

And with that he kissed my cheek and left me alone.

"It's Lennon now." I said to myself, my mind full of thoughts.
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New York is where John and I chose to reside as a married couple. We were entering adult world and despite us already being adults, this was the first time in our lives we really began to make desicions for ourselves. No press to ruin our choices, no family or friends trying to steer us in different directions. John and I decided to make a life for us. We were tired of the bullshit past and how London managed to still hold it all against us and even though John wanted to end his band, he still wanted me to carry on with my own career.

I was dressed and heading to a few locations on my time off before filming to look for a steady home. John and I decided not to look for a house since it'd take much work and hiring for help. So an apartment was much more sufficient.

As I headed down Greenwich Village, I rested my hands in my pockets and slowed my steps as I passed a shop window. What caught my eye was....
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"...George it's beautiful." I looked in wonder as I laid in his bed. We had just made love for the second time that evening. My body against his as he held up a beautiful locket. My initials engraved on the back. It was gold with small diamonds around its heart shaped edge.

"A beautiful woman deserves beautiful things." He said smoothly. I sat up as he did the same, putting it around my neck and clasping it tight. I pulled my hair to one side over my shoulder. My fingers dancing on the chain as he kissed my bare skin on the side of my neck. I shut my eyes.

"I can't wear this infront of him." I sighed.

"Wear it for me then. Only for me." He licked my earlobe.

I took a breath. "D'you think he's alright to go home to?"

George sighed and laid back. "Why do you still try Sharon. He's hurt you enough tonight...."

"What were doing isn't fair. I love him. It's just right now he's not himself. He's not the man I met months ago."

"D'you really think he'll change?"

I turned back and met his eyes. "He has to. Even if he doesn't, I'll still be there by his side."
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The thoughts of mine and George's affair have always stuck with me. It was a curse. His kindness, his protection. The gifts and beautiful words he spoke. I often had moments when I wondered if all it was was suduction. I fell into his arms in a time of need. John was in a bad place. His no good father had just entered into his life unexpectedly and it really took a toll on him. I was there no doubt but, he just wasn't there with me. In his mind.

John began a drinking problem and got heavily addicted to lsd. He was in another universe and this made me keep away. George saw an opprotunity and when I was in need of some help, George came into my life and took care of me. Too much care of me. He was one of the many who didn't approve of mine and John's relationship. I didn't blame him at the time but, it was clear he wanted me to himself. And I gave in. I let him treat me in all the ways John couldn't at the time.

It lasted for awhile until John confessed to his wrong doings. To his addiction and behaviour. Even confessing to an affair with a friend's wife he had for a few weeks. We were both guilty. Now only one of us. Myself. I never told John about George and we planned to keep it that way. I still keep that locket George gave me that night. I don't wear it as much as I used to. Maybe one day there will be a time when I give up on it all together.

As I stared at the locket, I began to notice the differences. How this one held no meaning to me.

As I stood completely dumbfounded, I jumped to hear a car horn honk behind me.

"What's a pretty girl like you doing in a place like this!?" I heard him shout. My face lit up as I turned to see John poke his head out from the back of a taxi. "Thought you could use some company!"

I walked over and leaned down, pecking his lips. "I thought you'd be busy!"

"I am. I 'ave plans on building a future with my wife." He gave me his goofy smirk.

"You're incredible John. I love you." I opened the door and got in beside him.

"And I love you. C'mon let's start a future." He held my hand as he gave the driver an address.
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