And that was all it took, he stared at me like I was crazy before just nodding briefly and turning to clean up his office. I waited patiently as he finished a couple things, muttering to himself with frustration of paper work. And all I did was answer work emails or texts.
Once he was finally ready, I walked out with him, his hand on my lower back like usual. But I turned my head to give him a warning glare and he quickly removed his hand like a scolded child. We walked out to his black BMW M4, at least he still had good taste. He even opened the door for me, avoiding my eyes like he was a nervous teen on a first date.
Slipping into the passenger seat, buckling myself as my attention returned to my phone, making sure loose ends were tied. Once he started the car and pulled out of the driveway, the drive home was silent. It was evident that we were out of touch with each other, even when we were together, we always talked in the car or listened to music. Yet it was dead silent, the only sound breaking the quiet was his occasional exhales or the engine revving. He still drives like an idiot in a sports car.
Pulling into the lot, I got out, heels gently clicking on the ground as I shrugged my purse up on my shoulder, already beginning the walk into the pristine building without him. I knew exactly where his penthouse was, what floor it was on, the codes. He never took that away from me. The workers knew who I was, the always seemed to love me since I normally brought the receptionist flowers or talked with her about her grandchildren.
Standing in the elevator by myself as it climbed to the top of the building. Sighing softly as I closed my eyes and just let myself breathe. Once the doors opened with a small ding, I walked into the familiar, large open floor plan. A floor to ceiling glass wall greeting me with the beautiful city lights below, his kitchen dimly lit but enough to give the place some warmth. I think he'd be operating in hideous pitch black if it wasn't for me decorating his apartment.
Setting my things on his kitchen island before slipping off my shoes neatly by the front door, where all of his boots and other shoes were just thrown haphazardly into a pile. God did that piss me off. Opening his fridge to see minimal ingredients and leftovers that were probably toxic to really any organism. It truly was a man's fridge, but there was at least enough to make dinner for two people. Hearing the elevator doors open, I continued with my dinner preparations, listening to him shrug off his jacket and surprisingly hang it up before he slipped off his boots. I could see him in my peripheral as he set his things down and tossed his keys onto the island.
"I can make dinner you know. I'm not a completely incompetent man. Why don't you get changed and I'll start it?"
He grumbled out, leaning back against the counter as he stood beside me, arms crossed as he watched me. He was just dressed in a black fitted tee and black camo cargos, his normal fatigues. His mask was off, he didn't wear any eyeblack since it was just an office day for him, no missions. But I just ignored him, continuing to chop up some onions and other things for sauce while a pot of water boiled for pasta.
His hand reached out to still my chopping motions, looking up at him as his eyes scanned my features, leaning in slightly.
"Go get changed. I can handle this for 5 minutes. I won't burn the place down or cut my finger off, promise."
Despite his teasing words, there was a hint of genuineness. He knew the second I got home, I always changed into more comfortable clothes. Even if I did enjoy my lavish work clothes. Sighing and leaning my head back in annoyance, I finally conceded. Switching places with him as I washed my hands, glancing over at him cooking.
Walking upstairs to his bedroom, I looked at the drab colors that coated his room. Of course a man like him would never settle for any type of color, so I had to settle with him for blacks and grays. Walking into my walk-in closet, I dug through some of my wardrobe that still remained at his place, finally pulling out a pair of black sweats and a black tank top. Changing as I tossed my work clothes in the dirty laundry bin, where all of his clothes seemed to be scattered around. Of course he missed the damn bin.
