My Most Precious One (27 page)

I Got a Guy

It was already late into the night. Time usually flies by very quickly when I was with Lukas. He put on some soft jazz music and opened a bottle of wine for us to share. We had both changed into our house clothes. He wore a pair of expensive jogging pants, the type you don’t jog in, but rather wear carefully, while he chose what I wore which was a silk teddy with lace. He said it made him happy when I wore the lingerie he bought me. I never complained, only because I loved it too.

Ella Fitzgerald began to sing her song I Got a Guy. Her voice was always so melancholy. It was my second glass of wine, the rich earthy tones of the merlot hit the right spot.

“Let’s dance.” Lukas stood up from the plush Italian leather couch and extended his hand and waited. I looked up through my half drunken eyes to see a man that took my breath away. Sometimes I pinched myself to see if it was all true.

“Come woman. I want to dance with you.” I reached out and took his hand as he helped me up and pulled me to the middle of the room.

The lights were low and a soft fire was crackling behind us. He took my hand and held it while his other gently held the small of my back. We began to dance as Ella sang for us. The city lights glowed through the large floor to ceiling windows, only adding to the moment we were sharing. I placed my head onto his shoulder and just let the moment seep in.

“I love you.” He whispered.

“I love you too.” I said happily.

“You better.” He challenged.

“It depends” I joked.

“Really? On what?” He stopped dancing and looked down at me.

“On how you treat me, sexually that is!” I laughed.

“Well let’s just see how much you’ll love me in the morning.” He lowered himself down and threw me over his shoulder.

“Let’s go to bed.” He said slapping my butt.

“Lukas!” I giggled.

Sufficed to say I woke up very sore and very much still in love with my Suit. Lukas had to leave early today something about having to go to Toronto. I was a bit disappointed because I would have loved to have seen my sister, but I had to work and couldn’t leave.

There was nothing better than sleeping in when the one you lived with left first. The bed was cold and it felt nice stretching out. I pressed the button on the nightstand and the curtains drew back to let in the morning light. I finally made my way to the shower feeling all the soreness of where Lukas had marked me. God, the man knew how I liked it. Sex with him was everything I had ever wanted and more. The man seriously knew exactly what to do and when to do it. I picked out my clothes for the day and was ready to head downstairs to see Mrs. Thatcher when my phone rang. I looked down to see the words, My Suit, sprawled on my Iphone screen.

“Yes Dave, thank god you called, Lukas is finally out of town.” I laughed, but there was only silence.

After a few seconds Lukas exhaled. “Not funny.”

I laughed again.“To me it was.” But he still didn’t laugh.

“Are you done? I really need you to do something for me.” He said, I could sense the annoyed Suit aura. I guess something hadn’t gone the way he planned.

“If it’s me going down on my knees for you, we have that covered.” It was my sad attempt to make him laugh.

“Even though the sight on you on your knees is one of the most exquisite things I have seen, no that is not the favour I seek. I need you to go into my office and look for a file I need. It should be on my computer under Silmac Industries.”

Ok this was a first, my Suit never asked me to go into his office. Not that it was off limits, but it was his space and I wanted to respect it. Everyone deserved their privacy.

“Ok I’ll call you back once I find it.”

I went into his office and turned on the computer I pulled out his uber expensive brown leather office chair to sit as I waited to log in. I knew his password. It was ‘MY ALEXIA.’ I often teased him about it, that if anyone wanted to steal his files they would find out his password easily, but he didn’t care. He said that I was his love and his love always protected him. The computer chimed and I was able to easily find the file and send it to him. I picked up my Iphone and sent him a text.

Sent it! Better make it up 2 me

I will. B ready later on tonight. Ur ass is mine.

I sent him a pic of me blowing him a kiss.

;-) Yeah!!!

I was about to leave when I saw a manila envelope with my name on it. I reached for it and opened it. Now before you judge me, it did have my name on it and I was curious. Lukas and I had no secrets so I didn’t feel like I was invading his privacy. Plus there were a few documents with my name on it in bold print.

It was a prenup. My heart sunk a little. I knew it was coming and I didn’t feel like I needed him to prove his love for me by not giving me one. He worked hard for all he had and it was fine if he felt like he needed to protect it. I was confident in my love for him that I knew we would never end up divorcing, but still, it did sting. As I read on, a few pages fell out onto the floor. I picked them up and place it back into the envelope, but it had the museum letterhead on it. It was from my boss, Mr. Simon, thanking Lukas for his generous contribution and that the review on me having the job had been looked at again. I felt my skin grow cold. Was I reading this right? It continued to say that, yes I had excellent academic grades and great references, but I lacked the experience they needed in the Metropolitan Museum and wanted someone who had more knowledge and skill. But with his generous offer they were able to overlook it and give me the job.

I was reading a fucken thank you letter to Lukas for buying me the job. I truly couldn’t tell you how I felt at that moment. But it was a mix of humiliation and degradation. They didn’t take me on because I was what they wanted, but rather I had an uber rich boyfriend that paid them. I felt like those kids in school where their moms would make cookies or brownies so the other kids could play with them. I began to cry uncontrollably. I knew I needed to be quiet just in case Mrs. Thatcher heard me. I drew my knees to my chest and hugged myself. The world around me began to fall apart. Fuck, when was this man going to stop doing this to me? I heard a faint knock at the door.

“Sweetheart, are you coming down? Your breakfast is getting cold.” Mrs. Thatcher waited behind the door for my answer.

“Be right there.” I chocked back the tears.

I headed to the bathroom and made sure I looked fine. Damn these puffy eyes.

“Are you alright Alexia?” Mrs. Thatcher asked as I walked down the stairs and headed towards the kitchen.

“Yeah I’m fine. Just tired.” She busied herself with cleaning up and didn’t really stop to see me, thank god.

“Your breakfast is on the island. Sorry dear, I really hoped I could sit with you a little, but I’m running a little late with all the cleaning and cooking I need to do today.” She said as she hurried around the penthouse.

“Don’t bother with cooking tonight I honestly don’t know what time Lukas will be back and I have a feeling I’ll have some free time this afternoon.” I said softly, still reeling from the letter I found.

“Are you ok”?” She stopped what she was doing and looked over to me.

“Fine, just fine.” I replied, forking my food around. Before she could interrogated me, Mike came walking in tell me he was ready whenever I was. I stood up from the table and kissed Mrs. Thatcher goodbye and told her I’d see her later. She tried to pull me back to ask if I was ok, but I shook her off and followed Mike to the car.

Mike tired several times to talk to me, but I hardly listened. When we arrived in front of the Met my belly flopped and I could feel the shooting pains of nervousness that began jabbing my belly.

“Lexi?” I heard Mike call me as I stood frozen in front of the building.

“Hmm.” I grunted.

“I’ll be here when you need me.” He offered he seemed wary of my recent change. “I should be out soon so don’t go far.” I offered him a faint smile.

I proceeded through the building showing my identification to security. Do they know how I got the job? I walked down the hall to where my office was and saw some girls talking among themselves. I couldn’t help but wonder if everyone was talking about me on how I had my rich fiancé get me this job.

I could feel the tears coming, but I pushed them back. I continued past my office until I reached the door to the man who had all the answers. In big black letters on a gold plaque was the name of my boss, Mr. Simon. I knocked once and waited.

“Come in.” I heard from behind the door. I reached for the doorknob. My heart was beating so quickly, I could scarcely hold my hand steady as I opened the door.

“Ah Lexi, I’m glad you’re here, I need you to help me catalogue some of the new acquisitions I just received. I can’t tell you how happy I am. This year we were able to get more than we thought we could.” I ignored his request to help him and sat down in front of his desk.

“It must have been all the money that Lukas has given you.” I said plainly. Mr. Simon’s face stilled, as he eyes darted back and forth.

“How much?” I asked calmly.

“Lexi, I don’t know what you are talking about.” He said nervously as he sat slowly down at his desk.

“I found the letter Mr. Simon. So how much did Lukas pay to get me this job?” He intertwined his fingers and lowered his head.

“Under no circumstances were you to find out.” He said quietly.

“Were those his terms?” I asked the hard lump forming in my throat began to burn.

“Yes. He never wanted you to know.” The tears I held back began to slowly spring out, but I quickly wiped them away.

“Was I really that bad of a choice?” I breathed my voice sounding meek.

“It wasn’t that you were bad Lexi, it was that you had no true experience and for us that’s a big obstacle. We weren’t even considering you until Mr. Blakk intervened.” I nodded my head.

“Then how did Lukas find out that I didn’t get the job?” I asked.

“I had called you on your phone, but Mr. Blakk answered. I told him the news and that’s how it all began. I’m truly sorry Lexi it wasn’t my intention of ever letting you know. I was glad that I’m able to work with you. You are bright and quite smart. It’s a blessing to have you come here.” He continued trying to make me feel better.

“It was a blessing.” I corrected.

“What?” He asked.

“I’ll clean out my desk and take my things and go.” I stood up from my seat and held out my hand, waiting to shake his.

“It was a pleasure working for you Mr. Simon.”

“Lexi, please you have a future here with us. I would be glad to have you stay.” He stood up trying to back pedal.

“Goodbye Mr. Simon.” I walked out of his office and walked over to mine.

I picked up a box that I had near the window and began throwing all that belonged to me into the box. I was on autopilot, I felt nothing nor did I care. I began to make my way through the same hall I came in from and found the large garbage bin. I threw the box to the side of it and left. I passed security and gave them my card. Still on autopilot, the security guard tried to gain my attention, but I neither cared nor wanted to speak to anyone, unless it was necessary.

That moment that I walked through the doors of the museum, I knew that my lifelong dream was over and I needed to get back to reality. I walked down the steps to a waiting Mike, who was surprised to see me.

“Lexi?!” He said in a huff as he held the door open.

“I told you I would only be a few minutes.” I said in a serious tone not bothering to look at him. He closed the door behind me and quietly drove me back to the penthouse.

I looked out through the tinted windows of the Q5 and lost myself in the classic images of what made New York City famous. The busy looking suits running around the streets while tourists pointed up at various famous landmarks. I almost laughed out loud, remembering that I was pretty much the same when I first got here. God, I was stupid. I freely fell into this world thinking I was a part of it.

Once we reached the penthouse, Mike let me out of the car.

“Could you do me a favour and stay here while I get something from inside?” I asked knowing full well what I was about to do.

“Yes of course.” He answered quietly still looking at me wondering what was wrong.

I walked into the lavish penthouse that has been my home for about a year now, it no longer felt the same. I guess the gig was up and I no longer felt like I belonged here. I walked up the stairs to my bedroom and took out my large Ben Sherman tote bag. I opened the doors to the large walk-in closet and started to take clothes off the hangers. I only took the ones I paid for with the money I made. Everything else I left behind. I wanted nothing from Lukas. Not one single thing.

I walked over to his nightstand and took off the ring that I never dreamt of ever taking off and placed it gently there for him to find. I could feel my belly twisting and knotting with anxiety, but I chose to ignore it as best as I could. I knew I didn’t have much time left before I would run into Mrs. Thatcher or worse Mike.

I headed back downstairs and quietly walked through the front door, never once looking back. I used my access key to the call the elevator up. The elevator dinged making the knots in my belly worse. Once I stepped in, I felt myself wanting to throw up. I held on tightly to the metal railing, trying not the fall over. I made it to the main lobby and stepped out onto the street. My heart skipped a few beats. I knew I needed to get away from here quickly. Any minute now Mike would notice I was gone and I couldn’t risk seeing Lukas, not now, maybe not ever. I hailed a cab, the moment it stopped in front of me I heard Mrs. Thatcher’s voice calling out to me. I ignored her and stepped into the cab.

“Where to little lady?” The cabby asked in his thick New York accent.

“Anywhere but here.” I murmured

“Where?” He asked again.

“Just drive. I’ll tell you where to stop.”

I decided to go to the bank that the museum had an account set up for me to deposit my cheques. I withdrew most of it, leaving only a few hundred dollars.

I wanted out so badly that I hardly knew what to do first. If I were to go to the airport, would Lukas find me? Would Mike look for me there? I waved another cabby and asked him to take me to the airport but told him to stop at a car rental office. Maybe if I rented a car and drove back to Montréal it would be a better choice.

Once I finalized the paperwork they handed me a car and off I went. The moment I stepped into the car I felt better, like I had taken some control back. I took out my usb cable and set up my iPod. I pressed shuffle The Stranglers Golden Brown came on and off I went driving back to my old life in Montréal.