The billionaires Florist

Chapter 9

"Where am I" I ask the silent Lucien as he sits in a chair across from where I'm laying, on a strange bed in a strange room in a strange house.

His looks were stoic, his body looking numb and his hands gripping the ends of the chair. If I didn't know any better I would have though he was a manikin.

He spoke up startling me by how powerful he sounded "my house". Why the heck was I at his house, what did he do to me?

I bring my knees to my chest. "I didn't rape you if that's what your thinking"he chuckled and I looked at him amused by his rare laugh and relived that I wasn't defiled in any ways , or at least that what he said he didn't do

"You fainted back at your place , and it's getting repaired so you stay with me for a few days"he said and I tilted my head and but my lip , a habit of mine I do when I'm confused or nervous.

"My house, the people , oh my god there dead people in my house! You killed them!"I screamed putting my hands over my mouth in horror. Not because entirely that he killed them but the fact they were coming to kill us

"It was either you and me or them, and you didn't seem like you wanted to die just yet"he smiled a cheeky fake smile and I rolled my eyes internally

"Not really I guess"I sigh not completely sure if I meant it, life has thrown me so much.

He looked at me more like looking me over, he gave me a baggy t-shirt to change into and it hung mid thigh making me a little self conscious about my body. So I bit my lip and wrapped my arms around my stomach.

"Who were those people who were trying to... ugh... kill...kill you , us?"I asked sheepishly, fear texting inside me. "Hit men, looks like someone is very mad at me"he said and I frowned is he in danger?

"Now I do have one serious question"he stated at I looked down at my feet before words could come out "oh...ok".

He shook his head and stood up , walking towards me and sitting on the edge of the big bed "Why do you have guns stashed around your house?" his husky voice questioned and I looked at him , my eyes not wanting to but his intense gaze was trapping me

"I...." i stammer bitting my lip hard, while I start to draw on my calf. "Why are you so scared of, Thomas is that right?" He asked , like the question meant nothing by I meant a lot to me.

"Im not ready to tell you, or anyone. I haven't even gotten over it yet I can't reopen the wound any further"I cry to him and he freezes his anger just for a second to use his finger and wipe away a tear I didn't know escaped.

"I can help you"he whispered as I stared at him, no one has ever said they wanted to help me and then actually did. "How about we play 21 questions, except different "he asked running a hand through his dark hair, while I sat there in a sad mess.

I questioned within myself can I really do this , tell someone? What if he brake me after.

"I... I don't know"I mutter and he looks at me before leaning back into the bed post "I'll go first, yes?"he says and I nod sitting up and running my hands through my hair nervously.

"Ask me a question"he said and I smiled thinking of what to ask "favourite colour".
He put his hand over his heart before continuing "burgundy, like my car"he said and I tilted my head trying to remember it.

"What is yours?"he asked and I smiled thinking of every colour I could call my favourite "yellow, maybe, like a sunflower?" I smile

He nods and waits for my questions "if you had to travel somewhere, where"

He smiles slightly before answering "I've been everywhere, but I want to go to Italy again". Predictable, I mean he is an Italian god.

"How did you meet Thomas?"he asked and I sighed closing my eyes trying to remember the good old days.

"We were best friends from kindergarten all the way to grade 11"I sighed again "my...foster parents were friends with his parents and we went to the same schools always"

He nodded in response and I smiled slightly glad he wasn't asking about it , but maybe it was just because he didn't want to waist his precious questions. "Any siblings?" I ask and he shakes his head "only child" he says flatly, and I nod "same, well as far as I know"

He looks at me again for a few seconds analyzing my face "why did you and him stop being friends in grade 10"

I place my hand on my beating heart before closing my eyes "I don't even remember who it was but I got my heart broken by some fuck boy. I was crying with Thomas and he comforted me, then he kissed me. I gave myself to him that night, I was stupid...and then we started dating"I tried not to see the slight anger in Lucien's eyes , was he jealous? Why the hell am I doing, just fucking telling him everything about me? We met like not even a week ago!

"Any Parents?"I asked and he crossed his arms and shook his head slightly "dead". I sighed and smiled at him "my parents dropped me at a fire station."

He looked at me , right in the eyes, his favourite place to stare so far. But his metal biting eyes didn't hide pity something I was scared of getting from him.

"How did you get engaged to him" he asked and that's when I felt my heart stop and my stomach clench. "He was my high school sweetheart, the Person I though was gonna love me forever. His sister died in a car crash , a drunk driver. That night he snapped."

I choked on tears and my words

I whipped them away with my hands before trying to continue "he barley hit me at first and when he did he would apologize, they tell you when your younger that when a boy hits you they like you, that's it's the only way they know how to express there feeling for you. Anyways , it got worse up until we both turned 19. When I was supposed to go off to college on an art scholarship... he put a ring in my finger and told everyone we were engaged, I though he loved me so I stupidly agreed to marry him and forgot collage" I threw my hands is the air shaking them before slapping them down in my thighs again. "He bought us a house with his dirty money"

"He would come home late or sometimes not at all, I found out shortly after he was a private arms dealer." I could tell my words shocked him slightly , his face wore slight surprise but it disappeared. "He would use g...guns to..."

He looked at me and noticed I was breaking down , the tears making my sob quietly. He stood up and so did I grabbing a tissue and wiping running makeup away.
"It's okay you don't have to finish"he told me and I went up and hugged him, I felt a little embarrassed when he didn't hug back at first.

But just when I was gonna backs way he pulled me in again, wrapping his tattooed arms around my figure , so my head could rest on his chest.

I looked up at him, his eyes starry and relived.

He kissed me.

He placed a hand under my chin harshly and smashed his lips on my own something I was shocked but not sad about. My hands looked around his neck as he grabbed onto my waist

All the stupid things I was doing, for example kissing him , was running in my head.

Out of breath we both broke the kiss, I smiled and used my thumb to wipe off the lipstick stain that I had pressed on his lips.

"Beautiful"he whispered thinking I count hear it.

But I did, and I'm glad I did