Empty Threats

City Lights

TW: graphic language, sexual situations and smut and  alcohol use.

The clouds rolled in over the landscape of the city, diming the endless illuminating of the bustling life below. Being 30 stories up had its advantages. Cool fall nights like this made all the stress of your job worth it. You'd finally made it big. CEO. It was a title, yes, but it was one you'd been working towards since you got fired into the reality business. Your father was one. It was in your blood. DNA. His passing only made your pursue the job more. You could have easily made your way to the top in his firm, but what would have been the point? Just another city girl who had her daddy's money? You refused to fall under that statistic.

It took lots of time and energy to sell as many houses and lots as you had. Meeting after meeting. There was no time for anything remotely meaningful when it came to relationships or friendships.  You had them all the same, but you'd emotionally distanced yourself because at the end of the day all that mattered was getting to the top.

AND HERE YOU WERE.

A small sigh escaped your lips as you walked out barefooted onto the cool floor of your balcony. Breathing in the crisp air, your eyes skimming over the tops of what buildings you could see and along the ones that stretched to the skies where you couldn't. It was an intoxicating feeling having had done this yourself.

Your moment of peace was interrupted as usual by the low buzz of your phone from the coffee table beside you. With a roll of your eyes, you picked it up and saw a message from your right hand woman. Chelsea.

Big meeting tomorrow. 9am. New deal.

You shot a quick reply back to her letting her know you'd be there and turned on your heels back inside the spacious apartment. You pulled the glass door closed behind you and floated across the tiled floor of the living room and into the conjoining kitchen. Every piece of furniture was modern but in a space age sort of way. It was unique and fancy. Lots of glass. Expensive. You tapped the top of the faucet after grabbing a glass and got cold water. You heard the stir of life from the bedroom and tapped again to turn it off.

"You're up. I was just coming back to bed." Your tone was bland, bored even. You brought the glass to your lips and took a small sip.  Your eyes never leaving the black haired, brown eyed, tattooed musician as he came into the kitchen stark naked.

"I thought you bailed again." His name was Zain. He liked to be called Z. He was a musician at a Cafe you liked to get coffee at. He made advances all the time and you never took the bait. Or you hadn't until you'd finally gotten the position. You were so high off of life, you went with it. He was hot. Why not? That was a few weeks ago and you'd hooked up a few more times since. The man knew how to make a girl feel good but that's all it was. He on the other hand was getting attached. It was obvious.

"Listen, I got a meeting early tomorrow morning..." Your words made him pause mid step. His body tensing a bit as you continued. "Just got the text. New client. I'll call you." It was a lie and you both knew it.

He smiled a bit, taking the hint and rummaged through the apartment to find his clothes. Once dressed, he planted a kiss on your forehead. "I'll see you next time you need to get fucked right." He shot you a wink and took his leave.

"Jesus." There was a fragment of your being that almost felt bad. Zain was essentially a good man and had you been a better woman, you wouldn't be using him the way you were. Finishing off your glass of water, you went through the nightly routine of getting ready for bed before doing just that.

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The sun shone down brightly on your face as you stepped out onto the busy sidewalk in front of your apartment. Another cool fall day. You pulled the strap of your Gucci bag up over the shoulder of your pin stripped blouse and walked to the side of curb where your BMW was parked. Climbing into the driver's seat, you started the engine and checked your phone for the address where you were meeting the new client.