Plastic Hearts (Being Edited)

Chapter 15: The Bonds That Tie

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"Do you feed these?" I queried loudly, my face practically pinned to the aquarium while I pointed at the fishes swimming freely, to a degree.

"Yeah" came Lucas' voice, along with the sound of a few footsteps.

A month had passed, and my life has took on a change I'd learned to adapt. Everything had to be kept under a tight lid, except for my relationship with Lucas. The media capitalised on the story, and were milking it for all its worth. The first week was really rough, especially since we weren't even sure of what we were. However, it did get a lot easier as Lucas refused to comment on the matter, preventing them from complicating our relationship any further.

"Regularly?" I asked accusingly as I glanced at the man now looming over me, with a suspicious expression on his visage.

"Yeah"

"Do you clean the tank?"

"Of course I do. What kind of silly questions are those?" he answered. "And why do you sound like you think I'm lying"

"Cause it's funny trying to imagine you cleaning a fish tank" I admitted giddily.

With a scoff, he turned on his heels to resume rummaging through the fridge to find a bottle of water, likely done entertaining the conversation. "Only you'd find that funny" he shut the fridge door, bottle of water in hand.

A faint smirk appeared on my lips once I realised, the fridge was probably the only thing that indicated the kitchen was used. The floors were spotless, stone counters immaculate and pristine, no dodges were in the sink. There was no sign of human activity.

"What?" he enquired, after a chug of his water.

"Nothing"

My phone vibrated, alerting me I'd a new message from Mordy.

"I think I got something, meet me at mine. I'd prefer if it was sooner rather than later" the text read.

My apologetic eyes darted up to meet those aquamarine orbs, already staring at me attentively.

"You have to go?" he asked knowingly, that it sounded more like a statement instead of a question.

An sad smile implanted itself on my face, while I confirmed his question by nodding my head.

"It's work" I said after I grabbed my handbag that I left on the table. "I got a new story, and it just gets really hectic and demanding" I explained, as I paced over to the door.

However, before I could walk through the threshold Lucas arm was gripping my shoulder and pulling me back.

"You just got here" he stated, matter-of-factly. His emotions started leaking out. His face was now apparent with a hint of anger tinged with slight frustration.

"Lucas it's work, you're acting as if I wanna leave" I argued back, as he schooled his expression back into an unmovable facade. That was one pet peeve, I'd recently started to hate. Lucas barely showed true emotions, it was always a guessing game with him.

He sighed. "Your work hours are so irregular" he remarked haughtily. "It's annoying" he added unnecessarily, unless he was evoking an argument.

"Your work hours are irregular too" I pointed out.

"Well I'm working on a presidential campaign"

Heat flooded my cheeks as I clenched my hands to prevent me from strangling him. A nerve snapped in two. My temper which I never really learned how to control over the years, exploded like a leaf touched by a match.