Loving Lucian ✅

Chapter Three

I'd been working for Lucian Montenegro for about two months now. I'd seen his place, and he lied about it being a simple flat--it was a freakin' penthouse at the top floor of a skyscraper. He had one large glass wall in his window and you could overlook the entire city. His penthouse had at least six rooms in it, and the kitchen was big and spacious. Like every rich person, he had his own little set of employees at home. A chef, a butler, and a time to time housekeeper. He liked cleaning his own home, apparently. He was actually a neat freak.

He also had a little puppy named Vito and he was the cutest Bichon Frise puppy I'd ever seen.

Sometimes he'd drive me home, and sometimes he didn't. It all depended on his mood. Pretty much everything depended on his mood. I started to notice that he kept a special part of his desk clear, just so I could sit on his desk when I needed him for something.

I came to terms with the fact that he will never smile and he never has smiled, according to his butler, Johannes. Johannes and the chef, Amos, treated me like family. They talked about Mr. Montenegro all the time. I'd gotten so used to him that in my thoughts I'd call him Lucian instead of Mr. Montenegro.

Lucian had only kicked me out of his office three times already. The first time, it was because I was humming. The second, was because he could hear the quiet crunch of my potato chip snack. The third, was just because he was having a bad day. He was very rude most of the time, and other times he was sweet in his own little way. He was very bipolar.

I learned that he hates it when I wear my hair in such a way that he cannot see all of it. So most of the time I wear my hair pinned up, or just down.

It was morning and I was ready to present to him my Liquid Neon reno blueprints and designs. I was already in the elevator to his penthouse. The elevator was connected to his foyer. His penthouse never ceased to wow me, it was beautiful and you could tell he had designed and decorated it himself.

Once I reached his pent, Johannes greeted me. "Good morning, Ms. James." Johannes and his family had been working for the Montenegro's for decades even before they moved from Spain, and they actually liked it. Amos had been working for the Montenegro's ever since he was 18. He is now 36. I called Johannes 'Jann' (pronounced 'Hahn').

"Good morning Jann. Is Mr. Montenegro up yet?" I asked, removing my heels and setting them beside the door. Like I said, Lucian was a neat freak. I was wearing a black flowy skirt that stopped at the lower part of my thigh. I also had on a black sheer blouse that was tucked in my skirt, along with some black tights.

Vito ran to come and bark at me and I crouched down to pet his fluffy white fur.

"Well, he hasn't really been sleeping well these past few days. I'd be careful not to agitate him." Johannes said, walking me further into the pent. "He's in his study, working. I'm starting to worry about him. He's been working nonstop and he barely eats. This has been going on even before you were hired, Ms. James. I hope you'll at least try to talk to him. I'm not supposed to tell you of Mr. Montenegro's extra personal life. He gave me orders not to."

I frowned. I didn't know Lucian hadn't been eating. Maybe that's why he rejects the lunch I offer to buy for him most of the time. He almost always says something like "I have a big dinner to go to, so I'm saving my appetite". The extreme worrier was brought out of me. I cared for everybody, even strangers. Even if there was something wrong with my worst enemy, I'd feel the need to help them.