BEAUTIFUL TWISTED LIES |18+

CHAPTER SIX

ALENA

I quickly rush to get ready after receiving a text from Nicholas saying he's on his way. I swear this man does it just to torture me.

I rush through my shower and post shower routine. I quickly get dressed in a pair of black legging and a grey knitted oversized sweater. It has been raining nonstop all throughout the night and this morning. I love this weather but it's a little too cold for my liking.

I rush to put make-up over the bruises from last night and right when I'm done, a call comes in and I rush out the bathroom to answer it. He's here and I grab my umbrella and head downstairs.

As I walk downstairs I notice black Audi rs7 sport back and in such a neighbourhood I know it's his car. I approach is car and he looks noticeably uncomfortable. "Hey man are you alright?" I ask. "Yeah sure let's go in". We head up the stairs and as we approach my apartment I start to feel self conscious about my living situation.

As soon as we step into my tiny studio apartment he says "Why do you live in such a place Alena? Don't we pay you enough to live in a decent place? Is it even safe?" He hasn't even fully stepped in, yet he's berating with me questions about my living situation and that ticks me off. "You know nothing about me so who the hell do you think you are coming into my home and going off like that. I don't care if you're my boss or the fucking president. You don't come into my house and say things like that." He gives me a hard look but remains quiet.

"I know it isn't the best but it works for me. Now if you don't feel comfortable here then we can go to your place" he quickly comes to my side "Grab your bag" is all he says before heading out the door.

Asshole.

The drive to his penthouse is quiet and there's soft music playing in the background. I quickly notice the song, Chemtrails over the country club by Lana Del Ray, I softly sing along and the light rain in the background would make for a calm situation but since I know what's about to happen, I find myself not being able to properly savour this moment.

No one has said a word for the entire drive and we soon pull into his Apartment complex and drive into the underground parking. I have been here many times before but today it is under completely new circumstances.

We walk up and take the elevator to his penthouse and walking in, I'm immediately hit with a wave of heat and I calm down. "Do you want some tea because you seem quite cold." He replies as he takes off his leather jacket. It's the first time today I have let myself notice how casual he's dressed. Loose fitted light washed blue jeans with a plain black sweater and his now discarded leather jacket.

He looks amazing in a suit and without. My brain wants to linger longer but I don't let it. "Yes please" is all I say before taking a sit on the bar stool on his kitchen island. I've always admired his home. The dark colours playing in with the natural lighting from his floor to ceiling windows and the slight oak and white feature have a calming effect on me.

I get lost in the scenery of his house and then I hear my name "Alena did you hear what I said?" embarrassed, I look at him a shake my head no. "How do you like your tea?"
"Me gusta mi té como me gusta mi gente. En bolsa bajo el agua." I say sarcastically. He gives me a look of confusion indicating he didn't hear a word I said. "however is fine with me" 

Spanish: I like my tea how I like people. In a bag under water.

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