The Billionaire's Lost Lady

Chapter 14: Anderson Empresas

Jace

The cold sun beamed through the curtains as my shallow bed jumped with me sliding off it. My body was bare, tip to toe and so tired since the day before. I ran a hand through my hair, walking up to the floor to ceiling window. My bedroom covered every aspect my choice. Grey walls, a large, dark wood king sized bed and shades of dark colours like dark blue spread on it. The floor in light grey carpet and the seating space within the room crumbled in a corner with an corner black leather couch and glass coffee table. I stretched my arms up to my head and felt my shoulders cracking.

I drew the grey polyester shades back and let the sunlight hit my body. It felt warm yet I felt nothing. I could see the sky, I could see the view of the beautiful city of downtown Los Angeles. Streets alive and buildings spewing heat from the chimneys up top. The smoke levitating into the sky, bring a wholesome city feel to every working class around. My penthouse was the perfect place to set this view for me.

Selene would've loved this. My heart ached at the thought.

It had been ten years since I lost the love of my life. My girl.

I leaned on the futon in the middle of the large windown and picked up my grey joggers. Sliding into them, I dropped to the floor for some push ups. The sweating, exhilaration and the frustration built into adrenaline that pushed to do an extreme number on the floor.

By the time I stood up, my whole body felt fresh with muscular pain and sweat gushing out of my body. I needed that. Everytime I thought about her, I needed something to divert me.

"Hello." I heard a woman sing. I looked up to the white door that lead to my bathroom and found Sylvia standing in a towel wrapped around her body.

"Your clothes are there." I pointed at the couch in the sitting area. Her smile faded.

"I should've known better." She hissed, tip toeing to her clothes.

"You should've." I nodded and walked past her into my bathroom.

"Is that why you fired me?" Her voice muffled through the door.

"I fired you." I opened the door and faced her feared face. My body towered forth her and she gulped, "Because your services werent up to date."

With that, I slammed the door and walked back into the bathroom.

The towels were racked neatly and the basics all set in order for me on the sink counter. Teeth cleaning, shaving and washing my face didnt take long after a sensitive shower. Her body and thoughts danced in my brain. The way she held me close, like she would never let go. It was my solace and now an empty space crawled in me.

I dressed faster than the minutes counted and smirked at the blue colour of the shirt i was wearing. She loved that colour.

Picking up my laptop case I headed out in my three piece navy blue suit and did a final look out of the apartment. The built in conversation pit in the lounge was well brushed and cleaned, the red couches and the glass table shimmered under the beams of sun blooming through the opened curtains. Floor to ceiling windows gave me what I want, a view of what the entire world held out for me, ergo I had one in my lounge as well. The book shelves by the wall outside the corridor to my bedroom were neatly stacked and and the chandeliers up on the ceilings were turned out. The crystals on them, however, shone like diamonds.

"Mr. Anderson?" Rufus bowed slightly waiting for me to reach him by the main door. His grey hair were gelled into thin spikes and tall figure leaned by the door. The fact that he was Mexican was epic, relative to his tanned complexion.