Loving Lucian ✅

Chapter Four

I hadn't seen Lucian at all after Bottles Up last week. I guess he just figured I wasn't gonna talk to him, so he might as well just give up. I continued working night shifts with Josh and I stayed over his place during the day.

But it was weird. Something was very weird.

You know how I said I hadn't seen Lucian at all? I did. Just not in person. We were in Star* magazine now. Lucian was officially a 'star' now. Turns out, he did start acting. He guess starred on an episode of Criminal Minds as a head detective of NYC. I saw the episode, and it was pretty good. Of course, he's a good actor.

In Star* magazine, it talked about Lucian and all his upcoming fame, and how it was interesting and amazing because he was an immigrant. Then it talked about his dirty secrets and nightlife, and somehow I came into the picture. There were multiple pictures of me walking down the street with him happy, or just my plain being myself around him.

They compared me to his ex PA, Savannah Daniels, talking about her and Lucian's affair. They asked him if the same thing would happen between us. His exact statement; "No. Peyton James, although very attractive, is my personal assistant therefore that relationship is strictly platonic and forever will be".

The weird part? He gave this statement yesterday. I don't work for him anymore, and I haven't for a week. For some reason, he's not telling anyone that I quit. Then again, no one has ever quit Monte L.

Another weird thing. Did you see the weird word he used?

No, it wasn't attractive, though that was a bit weird also. The weird word was 'platonic'. The definition of platonic: intimate and affectionate, but not sexual. That's not what he told me. He said we were nothing of the sort. So what was that bull?

Suddenly, I remembered that I had his number and he had mine. Then the strangest thing happened. I got a call from him.

I instantly pressed 'decline'. Then another strange thing. My doorbell rung.

This is creepy. I got up and pulled down my tank top as I went toward the door. I looked through the small peephole and scoffed. "What?" I yelled through the door. It was morning, around the time that we usually arrive at Monte L. I needed new color and vision contacts, because now I only have color contacts. So I have to wear my black squared hipster-looking glasses.

"I know you know it's me."

I opened the door enough for me to stand in the doorway. "What do you want, Mr. Montenegro? How do you know where I live?" He's never been to my apartment, ever. He stood there, devilishly handsome and serious as always, in his black trench coat and black suit underneath without the suit jacket. His dark hair was combed back neatly without gel.

"Josh. And I partially own this building now." He held up the deed to New City Apartments and I huffed. George signed a co-deal.

I went to close my door, officially ready for this man to get out of my face. He stopped me with his hand on the door. "Wait, Peyton."

I opened the door again, slightly annoyed. "What do you want from me? You did your damage, so leave the debris to burn, would you?"

He sighed and rolled his shoulders. "I'm sorry." He said, taking me completely by surprise.

"What? What was that? I didn't hear you there." I tilted my head in a mocking way.