Drowning

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Aiden hadn't said a word to me since we were talking outside the club, he only typed on his phone. So I made small talk with the only other person in the car, Arthur. Not really small talk if I just told him my name but it's the thought that counts.Turns out he works for the firm, and mostly drives partners. He also mentioned his little grand-daughter and how incredible she is. Everyday it baffles me how people just open up to others so easily. He talked about how amazing she was at soccer and how smart she is, both of us ignoring Aiden's grunts. When we finally arrived at the apartment, I thanked Arthur and wished him a good night, and he did the same, giving me a smile. I barely stand people, but I can figure out how to make conversation with them. Something I've been forced to learn throughout the years.

When the elevator door opened, showing me the apartment Aiden lived in, it was nothing like I expected. When you walk in, the first thing you see is a big gray couch with a flat screen in front of it. There's a wall to the side with an open door and I move a little forward and see that near it is the kitchen, a beautiful sleek black kitchen. I ignore the rest of the apartment as I move towards the window panels that many of the New York apartments have. I look out the window enjoying the view of central park.

"Wow," I mutter, getting jealous that I don't have this view. I have a good view but a view out of a penthouse is so much different. I only hear him walking away as he disappears off to a hallway. I guess I deserved that. He has been clearly cold towards me since we stopped dancing but I can't complain. I put us in this situation no matter how much I hate it.

I keep looking out the window when I feel him come back, "Here," he says from behind me. "There's a guest room down the hall and to the left that you can use," I turn around and see him holding a flannel and some boxer briefs. I take them even though I'm not planning on staying for long. I figured I would wait a couple hours and go back to my apartment hoping Mariana would be back by that time. I can't stay here, I can't look at him and see the coldness in his eyes and see how maybe I was right, the only reason I'm here is because he saw I needed someone and came to pick me up.

I see him walk through the door that leads to the kitchen and I follow. I can't help myself from looking at a glorious kitchen. The kitchen has a gigantic fridge, a two panel oven and a six grill oven. Even Though most New York city apartments are the same, especially in Manhattan, our apartments are very similar but so different. While I have an open floor plan where you can see everything in the apartment, except for the bedrooms. This apartment is closed off, by a wall or door separating each room. A decor completely different to mine with a totally different color scheme, when my apartment is filled with creams, whites and marble designs, his is all balck with gray and navy, with small details of gold. Making me certain it was him who decorated it.

When I was deep in thought Aiden apparently put a glass of water in front of me. I don't drink it but just look at it and then at him, "Drink, you're probably drunk," he says from behind the kitchen counter as I sit in one of the stools.

I shake my head, "I didn't drink tonight, I was supposed to drive." I look up at him and he is typing on his phone. I want to ask why, why did he go pick me up if he was going to act this way, and I know I don't deserve an answer, so I walk away muttering a good night before he says something and I stop, "You were right you know," I turn and look back at him, "The more I thought about it the more I'm sure that we wouldn't have worked out." He finally pockets his phone and meets my eyes, "But even though I've been trying to stop myself, I still want to know why," I know what he's asking me. I know he wants to know why I didn't give it a chance.

"I should go to bed," I step towards the door because I don't want to say it. If I wanted to, I would have told him when I told him to leave my office. He doesnt let me walk away as he grabs my arm.