BEAUTIFUL TWISTED LIES |18+

CHAPTER TWELVE

ALENA

Today will mark as day one of me living with Nicholas. To be honest with you, I dont know how I feel.

Todays dinner with his parents just goes to show that I do not want Nicholas to know anything about my past. The way I lived, the things that happened, the people. I have spent so much energy curating an image of myself that I am comfortable with and I dont want it to be ruined by this temporary marriage. Nicholas must never find out anything.

Im pulled out of thought when we make an abrupt stop. Were here, yay I guess.

I quickly get out of the car and Nicholas follows. Im greeted with cold wind and that sends shivers all throughout my body. He wont even give me his jacket not that I expected him to anyway.

We are both silent as we head up to his penthouse. The windy weather causes goose bumps all over my skin and the second the elevator doors opened, I am attacked with the warmness of the penthouse.

I immediately let myself feel all the warmth and tiredness. Oh goodness, I have a headache, my body hurts. I need sleep.

"Let's not waste time and let me show you your room Alena" Nicholas says with his back turned towards me as he heads upstairs. Did I forget to mention hes a grade A ass?

I follow him upstairs and he shows me to my room. We walk in hallways until he makes a quick stop resulting in my bumping into his back. Christ, is he made of all bricks? Goodness!

"You will be sleeping here for the duration of this arrangement. A maid comes here twice every week and she is expecting your presence." Is all he says before going into a room across the hall from mine, and Im guessing it's his room. Perfect.

I walk into the room but the door is a struggle to open. What the-

I walk in to find ALL my boxes filling the room. Some on the bed, behind the door, next to the windows. Oh my, can I catch a break please.

I look at my phone, 10:47pm. Great. I move the boxes off of my bed and take a sit. I scroll through my notifications and see a missed call. Abuela. I swiftly press the call icon on her name and call her. I hope shes still awake.

The phone rings until it stops and I hear noises on the other side.

"Abuelita?" the worry in my voice speaks volumes

"Mi niña?" her tiny voice sounds on the other side

"Are you okay? Did something happen?" my brain draws up countless scenarios of what couldve happened, whats wrong?

"Oh no mi niña, nothings wrong. I wanted to check up on you and see how you were doing. Is everything okay? Are you okay?"

"Yes yes. I told you not to worry about me. I am doing pretty good. My question is why are you up at 10pm. What did they have you guys doing up there?" I say with a playful tone

"Hey I may be old but I can still have fun." She says with a mocking stern voice and I laugh.

"And what fun is this?" I ask

She goes on to tell me all the fun things they did at the home today and how tired yet happy she is. I am filled with joy to hear that.

"okay abuela,I will call you and maybe come see you tomorrow okay. Now get some rest. Te amo mucho" a lone tear slips down my cheek.

"Te amo mi niña. And dont forget to take a break from working. I cant have you looking as old as me from all the stress your boss puts you through." I laugh.

Im not going to tell her I dont have a job anymore cause I know she will ask me questions and worry about me and thats the last thing I want her to do.

We say our goodbyes and I put my phone on the bed side table. Lets clear this up I guess. I take off my heels and get to work.

The room is very big. An en suite bathroom, closet, a beautiful view of New York. The whole nine yards.

By the time 3am rolls around Im done. Well technically. The only thing thats left is the three boxes filled of my books. I'll leave those there.

I take a shower and change into my pyjamas. I need sleep really bad right now.

I get into the bed and wow its soft. In the silent of the night, well as silent as New York city can get, I think about this. Am I doing the right thing? Did I just rush into it without thinking it through? A whole year of my life on pause for this. What am I to do for the next 12 months?

I could get a job somewhere else or maybe finally open my own design studio. Huh, thats a nice thought.

I keep pondering on that until darkness consumes me

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Spanish:
Mi - my
Niña - girl
Abuela/ abuelita - grandma

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