The One Addicted (46 page)

I feel like I’m going mad.
 

*****

“No No No No No No No!!!!!!!! All my plans, all my fucking plans and she does this to me - this? How fucking dare she?”

He knew she was ungrateful but this was the last straw. No - this wasn’t going to work at all. Not at all. It didn’t fit in with his plans. He was trying to get rid of her friends and family not bring on more baggage!!! He would have to make her understand that she only needed him - she had to realise the error of her ways.
 

It was bad enough she had one kid but at least he could be palmed off on her bloody parents or his real-dad. Now she was expecting him to bring up another bastard? A shiny bastard wrapped in Silver coating - bollocks to that!

No fucking way!

She was taking the utter piss out him. “She’s got no respect for you and what you’ve done for her, risked for her - she doesn’t even care!”

“Fuucckk!”

He launches the scanner into the backseat of his car, bellowing in to its confines. Thumping his hand down hard on the steering wheel he winces as pain shoots up through his arm - she caused him nothing but pain. Well she would feel his pain - she wouldn’t get away with this, not this time, she’d gone too far.

Fucking bitch sister of hers had finally had a use - it’d been worth listening to her moaning on about her own issues long enough and her pathetic husband for all this time just to get this crucial bit of information that would change lives forever. His life.
 

Hadn’t his love heard of protection? WHORE!

She was a grown-woman for fuck’s sake and as for that Silver bastard - well he must be loving this. He probably fucking planned it - yes that’s what’s happened here - she wouldn’t have wanted another child would she? She already has one and struggles with work commitments as it is. No this was his doing - it wasn’t my precious Lucia’s fault.
 

There is no fucking way he’s going to get everything he wants - not this time. He’d already flashed it around in front of him for long enough and now he would pay - now he would get his comeuppance. He couldn’t have it go his way all the time. No, no amount of wealth or connections or handsome action hero looks was going to save him from this devastation.

Lucia was his and only his and nothing, nothing would come between them!

As he looks down at his iPad and watches the sister console Lucia, the more and more he sees his love’s reaction to the news, he understands what he needs to do.

 
Lucia didn’t want this - perhaps if she was carrying my child she’d feel differently, be euphoric even. Don’t worry sweetheart there’ll be time for that, if you still can afterwards. He watches her face, zooms in to her expression of uncertainty. She wasn’t happy and he needed to fix that. Touching the screen, he strokes her cheek
 
gently before trailing it down his teeth gritting as his reaches her mid-section. Unable to see her stomach as she is seated he just stabs the screen in the general area of her abdomen violently, before smoothing his hair away from his face and taking a breath.
 

Using fake drumsticks he taps the steering wheel as Snow Patrol’s Run, hits it’s crescendo, the song increasing in its intensity and matching the ferociousness of his emotions in that moment. The timing couldn’t have been better - he loved this song. His face beamed at his well executed plan; the more and more he thought about it, the harder his cock became. He’d get two for one. Silver would pay and Lucia would be cleansed; his.

“I’ve been so patient, but no longer…………”

*****

I awake to a moment of bliss where the memory of what I have to do that day hasn’t yet hit that part of my brain and then sigh as it punches me full force. I’ll be glad when today is over.

I shower, make-up and dress quickly, and make sure Finn is washed and dressed by 7.30am and happily eating his shreddies in front of the TV as a special treat. We’d have been earlier setting off if I hadn’t spent ten minutes looking for my favourite black work stiletto’s - they seem to have vanished off the face of the earth, along with the bra I needed to wear under my white crepe blouse and a couple of other bits and bobs I was noticing. I hoped I hadn’t left them abroad? I was sure that I hadn’t packed any of them?

Dropping Finn at Crèche I make my way to work and without hesitation decline two calls from Sebastian en route. I’m not ready to speak to him yet. I need a hot drink and a good few hours ploughing myself head first into plans for The Ashton’s additional bedroom makeovers. It will anger him further but right now, it was worth it to enable me these next few additional hours.

Once at work, I check in with Jackie and spend an hour catching up on general office communication. She smiles as she supplies me with my 9th single rose from FWC and I take it from her, instantly guilty. He’d also sent a huge vase of lilies, which Jacks had placed on show on the Reception desk.

“You can grab them on your way out, but they look lush here and I can admire them for the day, if that’s OK with you?”

“Of course. Thanks, Jack. Was there a card for the lilies?”

“No. Just the black box.”

I nod and make my way to my desk -
I have to tell him soon.

Finally at 12pm I’m left alone with my thoughts. My unopened e-mails twinkle annoyingly at me but before I open any of them, I slip the note from the cream envelope and promptly frown.
 

He seemed excessively pissed - I mean, I know I’ve been distant, and it’s not fair to him but at the same time as I hold the rose to my nose, I wish he could just give me a minute to figure things out. We don’t work apart though and Sebastian Silver didn’t do distance, not where I was concerned.
But
isn’t that what you love about him?
I remind myself.
 

No, he was confused and he had every right to be.
Not long now, Seb, I promise.
 

Sighing, I make a head-start with my inbox through each one, cataloguing, deleting and replying where necessary. As I’m responding to a lengthy message with regard to The Gilded Fox, another email pings into my inbox and I instinctively click on it.
 

To:
Lucia Myers

Subject:
Obviously only way to get in touch with you
 

From:
Sebastian Silver

Don’t know what I’ve done but call me. I don’t take kindly to being ignored…

or declined. What are you hiding from me?

We need to talk.
 

I won’t disturb you at work but text me with a time for me to come to yours tonight.
 

I mean it, Lu - I’m a mess here and it doesn’t sit well with me.

Seb

Sebastian Silver

CEO Silver Construction

I chew my lip in concentration.
Shit. Shit!
I really had played this badly. Of course he was a mess, I would be too if he’d suddenly pulled away from me after the week we’d shared together. I grab my phone and text him immediately, then delete his email. I don’t receive an immediate reply but to be honest I don’t deserve a response. Tonight I would make this right, no matter the outcome - at least we would both know where we stood.

I’m sorry, baby. 8pm at mine. Love you. x

“Now then, my pretty - boy have I missed you.”
 

I look up at the sound of my darling camp Design Assistant and lean back into my chair. “Colin Duttine, the man of the hour.”

“Moi? What have I been doing this time?”

I chuckle. “Nothing bad I promise. I’ve just been reading some emails and Mrs Jeffrey's is overjoyed with her new granny-flat extension. So much so, she’s added a bonus for you. I’ll make sure you get it in this month’s pay packet.”

“Oooh - it makes it all worth while.”

“It does doesn’t it.” I grin at his dramatic expression.

“No seriously, doll, I had to listen to her drone on about her gout for weeks but we got there in the end and the place is great now. Who’d have thought that apple green could be the next big thing.”

“Well, it’s what the client wanted and you made it work - a proper English country garden and she loves it. In fact, she’s entered us into the Homes and garden’s competition.”

“Shut the front door!”
 

“I kid you not. I’m really proud of you. Thanks for running this place in my absence, Col - you’ve done an amazing job
 
- and you, Jackie.
 
I holler in her direction and she waves, whilst talking into her headset.

“So was it dreamy?”

“The holiday?”

“No stupid - the bloody visit to Crèche this morning - yes, the holiday.”

“It was one of a kind, Col. Seriously special. You and James would love it! Are you two alright now?”

He flicks my comment away with is hand. “Ah, we’re fine, it was just me overreacting as usual - he’s asked me to move in with him!”

“Oh. My. God! That’s brilliant news! You’ll be living at The Ashton? How’d you feel?”

“Whoa, steady, giddy lady - I’m good with it all now - wasn’t at first - definitely threw a bit of a peach cobbler but in the end, James calmed me and gave me a beautiful pink silk smoking gown, and matching slippers and said he needed me. I mean what more can a man want?”

I get up and kiss him on his cheek. “Absolutely nothing, hun. You’re perfect together. If it feels right, go with the flow and just be you.”

“That usually works - after all I am perfect.”

I laugh at his lack of modesty. “That you are, my love. Do I have to call you, Lord now?”

“Nah, I didn’t think, Lord Colin rolls off the tongue very well.”

“Hmmm I know what you mean. So just, Colin then…”

“Oh God no - Count Colin, darling - much more me.” He rests his top teeth over his bottom, Dracula style, providing me with a cheesy smile and I shake my head. The man was mental but I loved him.
 

“Go on fuck off so I can get some work done.”

“Well you will choose to go sun yourself with a, Silver God, rather than work your butt off like some people.” He blows me a kiss and heads off to the kitchenette and I watch his retreating form deep in thought. Oh to be back on that private beach in The Maldives now. The more and more I think about it, last night’s chat with Suzie had helped massively and blown the cobwebs from my eyes but I’d been wary as to what I could say to her - I mean she was my sister, but she was also pregnant herself. I needed to talk to an impartial party before I spoke to Sebastian.