The Trouble With

Chapter 8

Chapter 8 ..............Its all in the details or something like that

Within minutes flat we had moved threw both customs and baggage. I don't even think the other passengers were finished unloading. Will had grabbed my luggage and walked away leaving me to fallow.

Catching up to him I decided it was time to have our conversation. Considering I didn't know how well this was going to go I thought it better to do it in public. I knew he would protect his image before causing a scene. "So I guess you should give me your number and I will call you."

Will barley glanced over his shoulder budidn't even slow down. "I have things to do just keep moving."

"Ok so give me your number and my stuff and you can be on your way." Apparently I must have been talking to myself because he just kept on going threw the front doors of the airport.

What else could I do he had all my stuff so I followed him. Intent on ignoring me he walked into the park-aid and up to a silver Land Rover. Popping the back open he started to put both of our luggage in the back.

My stress level was starting to bubble up and over. "What are you doing?"

Still he didn't answer me and closed the back turning to walk to the drivers side door. I had enough and opened the back to retrieve my bags. Or at least I started to before Will growled at me.

"Close it,"his voice was deep and ominous sending chills racing up and down my spine. "Get in the vehicle now."

His eyes were so cold and calculating when he looked at me. Only cruel detachment of having to deal with someone he couldn't stand reflected in the pale blue pools. As he reached over to shut the door I stumbled backwards nearly stumbling over my own two feet. Quietly, scared to make a sound I got in the passenger seat and did up my belt. The vehicle purred to life and he maneuvered it threw the park-aide towards the ticket booth and away from the airport. The Land Rover glided along the city streets as if it floated on air while Mozart quietly played in the background. I had never been so terrified in my life.

"When does that stupid pink cast come off?" His voice broke through the silence startling me to the point I nearly started to cry.

Gulping deep breaths of air I mumbled, "Four to six months."

"I want you to call and have all your medical transcripts sent to the Abby centre for the remainder of your pregnancy." Curt and to the point not even the slightest effort to be polite.

"I want it done tomorrow," when I didn't answer he turned and glared at me. "While your at it you can give your landlord notice of your vacancy and give notice at your work."I felt myself choking and sinking into a dark abyss to which there was no escape. Caught in the grip of a monster to whom I wasn't even a human just something to command at will. Worst of all I had opened the door and had welcomed the monster into my life.

We drove threw Manhattan and pulled up to the front of One57 Central Park West where we were greeted by parking valets who scurried about getting our luggage and parking a Wills car. The doorman was dressed in a black uniform and wearing white gloves. "Good evening Mr. Casey," the doorman greeted extending out his hand. "It's nice to see you back again. I trust you enjoyed your trip to Canada."

"Good evening Robert can you make sure our luggage comes straight up." Here to I noticed Will gave another tip. "This is Dee she will be staying with me over the next few months."

I reached out and took the door mans gloved hand, "Nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you as well. My name is Robert and I'm your weekday evening doorman. Should you have any questions please don't hesitate to ask" he said with a reassuring smile.