Loving Lucian ✅

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Lucian Montenegro

"What the hell?" I didn't know whether to be in shock, or happy. I was kind of both. My girlfriend just proposed to me over the phone and I said yes, and now I'm technically engaged.

And a part of me kind of thought she just said it to cheer me up. But then again, she seemed really headstrong on me marrying her. She said it five times, in five different ways.

I called my mother as soon as I got my head together, and she was very confused and happy at the same time. My father didn't care, as long as I was engaged. We weren't on speaking terms, since our last conversation. I ignored his calls, texts, and I told Lucas and Johannes not to let him in my office, or my house.

I wasn't angry with him. I was just sick of him. And that's sad when you get to the point that you're sick of your own father. But he constantly doesn't give a damn. The only thing he cares about is the damn company that is currently mine and not his. He only wants me to marry for the company, he wants me to have a family for the company, he wants me to do everything perfect, even if I was dying he'd still say 'did you get everything with the company perfect?'. He's more insensitive and uncaring than I ever was, and that's horrible.

So no, I'm not talking to my father.

Eventually he figured this out and stopped trying to contact me. He just used Lucas to backseat run my company. I knew by now he was pissed at me, my mother told me how he was complaining that I always assumed the worst from him and a lot of other hypocritical bullshit. He can't even stay off my back for one second. Actually, he couldn't go three seconds without berating me.

What's the point of giving me the responsibility of a multibillion dollar company if he doesn't even believe I can handle it?

And this wasn't the first time I cut off all communication with him. This isn't the first fight we've had. My mother was close to putting him out on the street, she was so mad at him for causing this crap between he and I.

Especially since we had just made up. We got into a similar altercation last year, and I only got along with him again a month after I met Peyton.

After Peyton's phone proposal, we didn't talk very much anymore. She was too busy with things in Paris, and I was too busy with the Central Park mall. I would text once out of a week, and she wouldn't get back to me until the weekend. I would call her during lunch and her assistant, that I didn't know she had, would answer for her. She'd try to call me back, but I was in meetings and contract signings and couldn't pick up.

And that made me miss her more than ever. I was completely deprived of that woman and I was dreading it. I slept two to three hours a week, I went without food every other day, and I buried myself in work.

So weeks went by without anything from my queen, and it only came to me one day that I knew how to fix this.

I'd noticed it was almost the last week of September, and Peyton's fashion show was next Monday. So I decided to hop onto my private plane, and go AWOL to Paris. Well not exactly AWOL, I told Lucas where I was going and told him to tell anybody but Peyton and any media source. I snuck away from Monte L, went to my plane without getting seen, and took off.

I knew that if we stopped for fuel and sleep occasionally, it'd take about seven days to get to Paris, and we'd arrive on Monday. And I'd surprise the crap out of her.