Flesh: Part Fourteen (The Flesh Series Book 14) (5 page)
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Authors: Sky Corgan
After sending it, I
cringe at how mushy and desperate it sounded. Whether I'd like to
admit it or not, my heart doesn't want to let him go. I'm in love
with one of the worst men that I could possibly be in love with, and
I feel like I can't do a damned thing about it.
“
Trouble
in paradise again?” Derrick asks as he brings his lunch to my
desk to eat with me.
“
When
is there not?” I sigh.
“
I
don't think Reddick is going to finish the contract.” He
unwraps his sandwich, sounding strangely solemn.
I know he's thinking
about the loss of the bonus. I should probably be thinking about it
too, but the only thing that matters right now is soothing my aching
heart. Money takes a backseat to that.
“
I
don't think he is either,” I admit.
“
Still
not answering your emails?”
“
Nope.”
I pull my peanut butter and jelly sandwich from my lunch bag, then
sadly smirk at the thought that I wouldn't be eating it had I signed
Lucian's contract. Too many carbs, too much fat, too much sugar. For
some reason, that makes the first bite all the more satisfying.
“
Did
you at least talk to him about the contract?” Derrick peers at
me over his sandwich.
Just talking about
this stuff makes me feel emotionally exhausted, but it's far better
than discussing what happened between Lucian and I last night. “I
did speak to him about it.”
“
And?”
“
He
seemed disinterested.” Just like he seemed disinterested in me
when the taxi came to pick me up. My appetite suddenly disappears,
and I feel myself slipping back into a deep depression.
“
Oh
well. I suppose...I don't know what I suppose.” Derrick puts
his sandwich down to open a small bag of chips.
“
I
don't know either. I don't know anything anymore.”
“
Hey,
are you alright?” He bends slightly to catch my gaze.
“
No.”
My eyes begin to water.
“
That
bad, huh?” He gives me a sympathetic look, and I simply nod in
reply. “Want to talk about it?”
“
No.”
I shake my head. “I just want this day to be over so that I can
fix things.”
***
By the time I get
off from work, Lucian has responded to my text message. It simply
says, “Apology accepted.”
Somehow, that still
feels so cold to me. Maybe I'm just over-analyzing things, but I can
almost sense the dismissiveness in his words. Has he really forgiven
me?
I rush home, throw
my purse on the bar, grab my cell phone, and head to my room, dialing
his number while I walk. To be honest, I don't really expect him to
answer, but to my surprise, he does.
“
What
is it, Amy?” he sounds annoyed, which makes me cower.
“
I
just wanted to talk to you.” I carefully lower myself down onto
my bed before kicking off my heels.
“
So
talk.”
“
Do
you have time? You're not busy, are you?” I bite my bottom lip,
now feeling guilty for calling him, like I'm bothering him.
“
I'm
on my way home from work.”
A car horn honks in
the background as if to acknowledge that he's telling the truth.
“
Are
you in the limo?”
“
No.
I drive myself to work most of the time.”
“
It's
not safe for you to drive and be on the phone at the same time,”
I mumble.
“
Hands-free.”
“
Oh.
Well...” I pause, filling the line with silence. Even though
I'm the one who called him, I'm waiting for him to say something. He
doesn't though, ever distant. “I really am sorry about last
night. I think I overreacted a little.”
“
A
little,” he huffs.
“
I
said I'm sorry, okay.” I knit my eyebrows and draw my hand up
to my face, feeling the frustration building.
“
You're
sorry and yet you called to yell at me some more. Nice,” he
hisses.
“
That's
not it. I called because I miss the sound of your voice. I called
because I miss you.” Emotions spill out of my mouth like water
from a faucet. Everything I'm saying is so raw that it makes me want
to cry. I'm bearing my heart to him, being vulnerable, ready to take
whatever punishment he wants to dish out.
“
I
miss you too,” his tone softens, and I feel the first twinge of
hope that things might be alright.
“
Come
over. Please. Let me make this up to you. I'll cook and we can
discuss things and...I just...I need to see you.”
For a few moments,
the line is quiet. I wait with baited breath for his response, my
heart pounding in my ears. If he rejects me, I'll know it's over—I
know I'll spend the rest of the night crying.
“
I'll
be over in a few minutes,” he says finally.
“
Oh,
thank God,” I breath into the phone, realizing how incredibly
pathetic it sounds but not really caring. “What do you want me
to make?”
“
We
can order in.”
“
No,
I want to cook for you.” Even though I suck at it.
“
Don't
argue with me while I'm driving. We'll order in,” annoyance
returns to his voice with a hint of dominance.
Click.
I set my phone down
on my lap and stare at it for several minutes. Lucian seemed
reluctant about coming over...and really grumpy too. I hope that
everything will be alright.
After taking a
moment to recompose myself, I rush to the bathroom to fix my hair and
makeup. If I had more time, I would change into something sexy for
him—something that would seduce him back into my arms. As it
is, I don't want to take the chance of making him wait when he knocks
at the door.
I shrug off the gray
suit jacket I'm wearing and frown at my blue capris and white button
up blouse. Not very sexy at all. More business than casual. Oh well,
he's never really cared about what I wore before. Everything is easy
access in Lucian Reddick's hands.
Since he won't allow
me to cook for him, I go to the refrigerator and pull out a bottle of
wine instead, uncorking it and filling two glasses. I quickly take a
sip from my glass and then walk into the living room, standing there
invitingly with the two glasses for a moment before it dons on me
that I won't be able to open the door with my hands full. Good God,
am I ever nervous.
On my way back to
the kitchen, the doorbell rings. I break into a power walk to set the
glasses down, then I run back to the door, pausing in front of it
briefly to smooth out my outfit before I open it.
Lucian is standing
there with his arms crossed over his chest. There's an iciness that
seems to waft in, radiating from him. Even though he sounded relieved
that I wanted to patch things up with him, there's no sign of that
now. His eyes bore into me like daggers seeking to destroy my soul.
They reach my heart and cause a twinge of pain the second that I
realize...
He's not happy to
see me.
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