The night had a gently warm breeze and the moon was full and low lighting up the sky, if he had picked me up any other way, I would have considered it romantic but right now I just felt dumb and stupid. I could feel my anger rising and my sense of self dignity falling, stupid treacherous tears began to fall, fuck I was so pissed.
“Neanderthal!” I cried out trying to reign in some sort of control.
“Only when it comes to you.” He said in calm manner.
“Screw you Lukas” I cried out again, with that I got a slap right on the ass.
We finally reached a building, he punched in a code and a middle age man came running up to us.
“Monsieur Lukas!” He said in broken English.
“Good night Jacque.” He passed the security guard and walked over to the elevator doors, they opened and he stepped in with me still on his shoulder.
“Lukas put me down.” I hissed.
He ignored me “Lukas?” He punched in a code and slid in a key and the elevator came alive moving us up till we reached the top floor.
The doors opened and he walked in taking off his shoes and leaving my clutch on the small table along the entry way. He walked through the hall not turning any lights on. We reached the middle of the loft like room. From what I could see, there were ceiling to floor windows overlooking the downtown core.
He slowly eased me down, holding me just in case I made a run for it.
“Listen asshole, I don’t like being man handled!” I roared as I pointed at his chest. I felt fury burning through me. I was humiliated in front of countless people including my soon to be ex friends.
“Really?” He asked. I can feel him seething just below the surface. “When it comes to you I will decide how I will handle you.” He said in a slow controlled manner, which made me see red.
“You will decide? You will decide NOTHING when it comes to me!” I yelled. I pushed him off me and began to walk away from him.
“Where are you going?” He cried after me.
“I’m leaving!” I yelled back.
“What did you expect that I would fall into your arms like some heroine from a cheap tawdry romance novel? I am a living breathing person, you can’t man handle me.” I stopped what I was saying and shook my head.
“Why am I even bothering explaining myself to you?” I stalked over to the little side table and picked up my clutch. I pressed the button that called the elevator and waited for the doors to open but nothing happened.
“Fuck!” I yelled.
I turned to see him all smug with his arms crossed waiting for me to walk back over to him, like I was some kind of dog he was training. I just wanted to scream out all of my frustrations right now, I didn’t give a fuck if my body wanted him so bad that it ached being near him. I wanted to be home in my bed right now forgetting his stupid behavior.
“You said you wanted someone to fuck, so here I am.” He still stood where he was, his arms still crossed waiting.
I don’t know why I started to cry, oh right he basically insinuated that I was some kind of cheap whore. I wiped the slow tears that began to fall and walked over to him, he watched me with his piercing blue eyes. I reached slowly for the bottom of my sweater dress. His face began to change.
“What are you doing?” He asked.
“What you asked!” I screamed.
I began to remove my dress when he stopped me. He lowered the dress back down, realizing he might have gone too far, I pulled my hand back and slapped him hard across the face the sound echoed through his expensive penthouse.
“I know I’m not much too look at, I know I don’t have much too offer, but I am me and that is enough to make me happy. If I choose to go to a bar to look for a man, that’s my choice. If I want to feel the warmth of a man’s body on mine, to feel desired and to feel like a woman, that’s my choice but today you made me feel like I was a cheap whore. Today you made me feel horrid about myself. Had you been just a little kinder to me I would have given into you. Yes I felt it, the feeling you so vehemently spoke of before, but right now you took it all away.”
He stood still I could see the angry lines of my slap across his face.
“Call back the elevator Lukas, I want to go home.” I said it so calmly that I scared myself. He waited for what I don’t know, nor did I care. I dropped my shoulders.
“I’ll take you home.” He said quietly.
“No you won’t, you’ve done enough for me today.” He insisted and I just gave in I was too tired to care. “Fine Lukas, do whatever you want.”
I took off my shoes as we stood in the elevators, my feet were killing me and looking sexy was not my top priority right now. When the doors opened to the garage he stayed back until I walked out first, when I did I looked around to see if I could find his Vanquish. He came slowly from behind me and let out a soft sign, without asking me he picked me up and began to carry me to his car. I didn’t make an effort to fight; all my fight was gone now. I wanted to lean into his broad chest and cry but I knew better. He had his keys ready in his hand and beeped to unlock the car door. He slowly lowered me down, like I was some kind of precious package that he might break. Well guess what Lukas? You already did that. He opened the door for me and I slid into the seat. He reached for the seatbelt but I grabbed it from him. He gave me the ‘I’m sorry’ look but I just shook it off, ignoring him. He walked around the car I couldn’t help but look; it had become a habit of mine for the last two months to follow his every move. I was going to change that starting tomorrow.