My Most Precious One(59)

The food was ready and I set the table, Mrs. Thatcher had left with a Tupperware of food. I walked up the stairs to the bedroom. I knew his study was next door. I quietly knocked on the door. I could hear him on the phone, he was yelling at some incompetent fool as he put it.

“Your stupidities ruined my fucken day Charles, if I have to come to work tomorrow for your idiocy I will find someone else to do your job. Do not think I like being trifled with!” He stopped and only started after a few moments later. “I thought so, now do your damn job.” He slammed the phone down nearly breaking it. His back was to me so he hadn’t noticed that I was in the room with him. He put his hands on his waist and looked up to the ceiling “fuck” he gritted out.

“Lukas” I said quietly, he’s shoulders relaxed but I can tell he was still angry.

“What is it?” He nearly bit out.

“The food is ready.” I said so quietly it sounded like a whisper. This Lukas made me nervous, scared even. He stood silently for a minute.

“The food” he hissed. “Fuck the food Alexia!” He barked at me his back still facing me.

“Work was bad?” I was tight roping here not knowing which lines not to cross.

“You think?” Back to sarcastic Suit I see. “Alexia, do me the favour…” The tone he took with me was too much for me, I might have been scared but I wasn’t about to let anyone talk to me that way.

“You listen you ass, I spend the whole day cooking for you, you are going down there and you’re going to enjoy it, no complaints.” He turned around and glared at me, I swallowed hard maybe the yelling technique wasn’t a good idea.

He walked passed me, his arctic winds giving me shivers. He marched to his closet and took out some clothes. Ok so he was ignoring me, which meant that tactic didn’t work. He slammed the door to the bathroom and I could hear the shower start.

I sat on the bed waiting for him to finish, when he emerged he was fully dressed with a dark grey V-neck shirt and jeans he went right back to his closet and chose a pair of shoes. He still ignored me and headed downstairs, the only other thing I heard was the door slam shut.

“Great! My first time in New York and I’m stranded in a gorgeous penthouse, with a raging loon.” I screamed to myself. I sat on the bed for a while not knowing what to do first. Ah fuck it, I picked myself up and headed downstairs. Mrs. Thatcher had shown me where the music dock was since I had planned a nice evening for us. That was obviously shot to hell. I took my iPod and chose to listen to some Philip Glass. I put on his album Glassworks. The eerily quiet penthouse was now filled with sounds of his piano as the song Opening began to play.

I sat onto the counter, crossed my legs and brought the plate in front of me. On the counter were the two bottles of wine I had bought us, in all fairness it was only a bottle and a half, Mrs. Thatcher had a glass.

The food was good and so was my wine. I tried to focus on my excellent skills trying desperately to push Lukas’ behaviour out of my mind but every time he crept back in I swore. I watched as the night took over the skies of Manhattan. I would have left but I would have no way back in, I had no key or access card. I felt like Jane, a caged bird that Lukas would use anytime he needed. I only noticed that I had finished my second bottle of wine when I tried endlessly to get more out of it. I grew angrier so I reached for my phone. With my liquid courage I fired him a text.

i loved my first day here, thank u soo much 4 insisting i come. it was well worth the wait of sitting in ones home, enjoying the view of the city. a perfect metaphor for u and me, I’m caged by circumstance only allowed to see what u want me to see.

Screw you Lukas and ur shitty days.

I put my phone down and walked up to take a shower Philips Glass’ music still playing throughout the penthouse’s speakers. His beautiful music was calming my very melancholy soul.

I could feel the spins coming, it was time to sleep this off but I wasn’t going to stay in his room. Fuck him, the asshole, always pulling at my heart strings not knowing how much I wanted to see him or be with him. I wore my baby doll nightgown and took a blanket with me. I lay down on his leather couch, the cold leather slightly sobering me up, but with the amount I drank nothing was going to help me but sleep. Both my eyelids and body grew heavier as sleep pulled me in.

I opened my eyes slowly when I felt a slight touch to on my face. Lukas was sitting on the coffee table in front of me. I glared at him through my still slightly drunk eyes.

“I’m sorry.” He murmured, his breath was heavy with whiskey.

I moved away from his touch “I fucked up Alexia, I’m sorry.” I ignored him again, he screamed out his fuck so loud it jolted me up. “Why the fuck do I keep fucking it up with you?” He stared down at me. “I haven’t been able to see you in days and when I finally get to, some idiot screws up at work.” He took a deep breath in. “I wanted so badly to spend the day with you that I grew angrier by the minute. It pissed me off even more when I came home and saw that you had a good time without me, like you didn’t care that you didn’t see me.” I waited till he ended his rant, “I never felt like this before, losing control is not what I do.” He ran his fingers through his hair frustrated with himself. I reached over and took his hand into mine pulling him to me. He came willingly.