Heal my heart.

25

Stuart
I walk into Alastair's office very casually, looking for him. People around here, specially the females look at me with interest. Some are really hot though, journalism has fiery and sexy girls. My hotel has only one receptionist, the rest are idiotic men. I stroll about when I see Grace.
"Hyde!" I call out to her.
She turns around and I walk upto her. What's wrong with her? Dark circles cloud her eyes and her face is void of all colour. She still smiles at me. "How are you Stuart? It's been so long." She doesn't throw herself at me or even hugs me. The only man she touches apart from her father and brothers is Alastair. I respect her for that, she has always been so classy.
"Great." I want to ask her about her health but I assume it must be a personal matter. "How is life?"
"Oh it's good. You want to come to my office?" She asks.
"Uh no. I was just here to hang out with Alastair, but he isn't here so I'll just go back to work. Do you know where he is?" I fumble. I shouldn't be saying no to Gracie like that but she looks so exhausted, she is in need for some rest. I say bye to her and walk out of the office. I'm looking straight ahead when I clash with someone. Holy fuck, now who came in my way. I bend to see a little timid girl bending down to pick up her papers while muttering apologies. She gathers her papers while I look down at her. She finally gets up and looks at me. I rake my eyes down her head to toe. She is a bit short, but has a great body. My eyes go down her figure as she flinches under my gaze. I look at her face. Grey cat eyes stare back at me, lips drawn in a thin line. Her hair is blonde and straight across her shoulders. Nice.
She walks past me and I turn behind and call out. "Stuart York here."
She turns back timidly,"Clara Stone."
I smile satisfactorily. It's a new crush.

Gracie
I try to concentrate on my work, but my mind keeps wondering. I miss him. I shut my laptop and sigh, massaging my temples with two fingers. I grab my belongings and go to the parking lot. Perks of being the boss, you can go anywhere at anytime.
I go inside the lift. I'm reminded of a memory.
Slowly he crept his hand towards mine as we stood among other officials in the lift. I glare at him. He just smirks. He rubs his hand with mine. In that single moment, desire runs through me unwarranted. I shut my eyes as he continues massaging my hand with his fingers. "What more can I do for you?" He whispers in my ear. I open my eyes greedily to see the lift emptying. He smiles at me. "To be continued." He whispers in my ear.
I blink back sad tears as I walk over to my car. As I sit in my own car after so many days, I am again reminded of a wet, cold evening.
"I told you to wear your jacket Grace, why don't you ever listen?" He says as he turns up the heater in my car and gives me his jacket.
"So that I can wear yours." I smile coyly from beneath my lashes.
He leans into me. "You're so playful, and still so innocent. Do you know what a turn that is?"
"You're so caring and such a pervert at the same time. How do you manage that. The CEO is a desperate dog." I huff.
He laughs. "Desperate only for you." He runs a rough finger alongside my jaw. I close my eyes in anticipation. He leans in closer and just as I'm about to touch him, he starts laughing. I open my eyes to see him laughing his ass of. Such an idiot.
"Do you want me to kiss you?" He asks adorably. I pout. He just gently pecks my lips with his. And that's enough for me to get heated up in this cold.
Why am I reminscing about happy memories? We'll have more of them. He'll talk to Mr. Roberts and get it all figured out. He has to. And he will.
I pass by a tree which is bare of all it's leaves, the leaves crunch beneath the tyres as I drive over them.
"Grace I love the autumn you know? Not to mention that it's a great weather, with the perfect balance of warmth and cool, and the flush on your cheeks, but because it gives a beautiful message. That trees lose all their shine, their spark, their leaves in this season. They are left with nothing. But as spring comes, it blooms in full glory again. Tough times don't last, tough people do."
He was always so philosophical, such beautiful thoughts he had, my Alastair. Come on Grace, he's not gone. Don't be such a whiny for him. But I am, I am a sucker for him, I've got it bad, I'm completely under his spell.
I enter my apartment, the wind sweeps around me. I really need someone to talk to. I freshen up. The loneliness in my soul is gnawing away at me. I feel like screaming at times, so that I can be reminded of my own existence. I an reminded of Stuart. My fingers roam around Alastair's call button. Surely one call won't hurt. I call him. It goes straight to voicemail. I think of Stuart. I can invite some friends over. Maybe even Ivy. I hope she won't get affected by his presence. She's anyways too much in love with Chris. Yes, a good time with friends is what I need now. I call Stuart up. He was more than ready to come. Next call, Ivy. She will come too. Not with Chris. I call Ben as well. Good friends are all what I need now.