AMB~she~OUS

TWENTY EIGHT [2]

"That's the last of them." I muttered to myself as the last of my guests left the premises.

Ditching my heels near the door, I dragged my sore feet to the warm lounging area where hot embers were sizzling in the fireplace. The house had quietened down now that everyone was gone, I even gave the ho ahead for Paloma and the girls to leave early. I was dying for some peace and silence after the long day I had just had.

My feet were sore, my mind fuzzy with all the alcohol I had consumed. I was dying to crawl under the sheets and sleep into next week but that was a problem apparently. I didn't want to climb the flight of stairs to my big cold bed. Alone.

With a sigh, I curled onto the large sofa that sat in the middle of the room. The material was so comfortable, that I felt myself sink deeper into it with a satisfied moan.

"For someone set on conquering the business world, I didn't think a few stairs would be too difficult for you even after such a long day."

My heavy lids snapped open, so much for a peaceful night. I forced my body up and turned in the direction of the voice. Nick was standing a few feet from the couch with one of his hands crossed across his chest looking annoyingly smug as usual.

"Why are you here?" I asked in an exasperated voice. I had managed to steer clear of him the whole day because I didn't want to deal with him and his silly antics, I didn't feel any less on that matter.

"I kinda live here." He chuckled like it was the most obvious thing.

He did live here...sometimes.

I rolled my eyes at him and that seemed to amuse him more. So much that he felt the need to move closer to where I was perched up on the sofa.

"Don't you have anywhere else to be?" I questioned.

"Nope. Do you?"

My teeth gritted in annoyance, I'm sure if I had something close I would have undoubtedly flung it at him. Why was he even here anyway? Didn't he have anywhere else to be besides here? Wasn't the detested look on my face enough proof that I didn't want him here, why was he still moving closer then?

"Do you want a drink?" He asked passing by me to the table near the fireplace.

I found it interesting how we were always drinking whenever we were in each other's presence. Proof that being around each other was only bearable if we were half drunk.

"No, but if you want to stay here and drink then be my guest but I'm off to bed." I told him, getting in a position to leave.

"If I didn't know you better I would think you're avoiding me. I mean, we did agree to try and get to know each other." He brought the glass of whiskey in his hand up to his lips, his eyes never leaving mine.

"I never agreed to anything, now if you excuse me I would like to go to bed." I said dismissively.

I was almost out of the room when he said something that had me stopping in my tracks.

"Going to bed alone again sheesh I knew my father was a bad husband but I didn't realise he was this bad."

The mocking was clear in his tone.

It was a taunt and I should've known better than to take the bait.

But when did I ever know better when it came to Nick.

I slowly turned to face him only to find him spotting a small smirk on his face.  A smirk I would gladly wipe with the palm of my hand, I could already feel it itching.

"Hit a nerve?" He continued to taunt.

"You don't know what you're talking about....as usual." I placed my hands on my hips and I watched as he followed the action with his eyes, my frown only deepened.