You Are What Dreams Are Made Of

Part 7- Release

Valentina

"Fuck," I muttered.

"I logged into twitter early this morning, and it's all people talk about." He said his voice grave.

I said nothing silence quickly becoming my friend.

"Valentina if you are seeing Richard you must tell me at once, for I do love you dearly, but the last time I tried an open relationship it worked for neither party." He added

"Yes I went to eat with Richard yesterday night, but we spoke of nothing but business." I said.

"Business," one word simply spoken.

"Yes he wants me to be a spokesperson for an area of his company, but I am still unsure." I said fidgeting with the duvet.

"Do you think he can confirm? Because I saw the pictures you two seemed to be talking no business."

I thought for a while on his request.

"He is a busy man Ed, but I'll try to make it happen." I answered leaving my comfortable bed.

"Okay Vale I would appreciate it." It was eight in the morning, I went to take a quick pee and changed my pajamas for leggings and an oversized tee. I bid adieu to my cozy room and headed out the house.

The coffee downstairs had a small line.

My mom and two other teens moved around making the orders.

I waved mom a quick goodbye and set off to a place I was all to familiar with... The Escond Apartments.

An old men the concierge stopped me as soon as I went in.

Quite a change I remember a couple of blonds taking care of the front desk in early hours, a security man in the afternoons.

"Are you here to see someone ma'am?" He asked in this raspy voice.

"Yes, I'm here to see Mr. Escond." I said with a itty bitty smile the old man seemed like a good person.

He picked up the phone in his desk quickly pressing numbers.

"Its okay sir he knows I'm coming." I shoot him a wink.

He chuckled and motioned for me to go ahead.

I got in the elevator and pressed number six, hoping he was still staying in the same room, else I would have to knock on each apartment one by one.

As opposed to a young me who was always hesitant when knocking on his door, old me knocked with confidence, even a bit of excitement.

A couple minutes passed before I heard some steps.

I distanced my ear from the door with a gasp and took a couple steps back. The door literally swinged open to reveal a slightly sleepy but still as handsome as ever looking Richard Escond.

He wore a black thin robe, the outline of his muscles so visible I could taste them.

The sleepiness vanished from his face once he saw who was at the door. He wiped his eyes trying to really focus, he moved his face from side to side.

"Am I still dreaming?" He asked his hand slowly stretching toward my shoulder.

"Im real Richard." I said with a role of my eyes.

I went into his apartment. "Why? Am I starring in your bad dreams." I pouted as if I pitied him.

"No in my dreams you're usually lying butt naked next to me." I stared him down taken aback. "Coffee?" He asked. "Don't you want to go back to bed?" I asked, it seemed like he had just risen. "Only if you're coming with me?" He said putting the mug hhdown.