"So you mean to tell me all that knowledge was from movies you watched.."Caesar analyses the whole situation, he barks a laugh ,killing the ignition and getting out of the car. He moves over to my side again to open my door.
"Pretty silly right"I scoff.
"I was going to say it was pretty fascinating. The way you could capture vast languages from movies you watched , no wonder you were so engrossed in that telenovela last night"He hands the car keys to one of the security personnels to park it in the lot before we made our way into the penthouse.
"Sir "Tom , Caesar's bodyguard approached us when we got out of the elevator upon reaching the second floor.
"A couple of gifts were delivered here whilst you were away , we inspected them before sending them up Sir"He adds.
"Good , is that all?"
"Erh Sir (he glances at me) , Miss Jessica Crook came here an hour ago"
I note Caesar's sudden jolt.
"Did she leave any.. message?"
"No sir , just a black box she asked me to specifically place in.."
"That'll be all Tom"Caesar's sharp tone cannot be unnoticed ,I
curiously glance at him .
Tom nods and leaves.
"What was that about?"I nudge him.
"I need a shower Kay , give me a minute"He dodges my question , letting my hand go and heading to the master bedroom.
What the...
I pace through the hallway for a while before entering one of the guest rooms to take a shower.
I clean myself dry , putting on a chocolate and honey lotion I picked from the variety laid down. I heard a knock on the door , just in time when i started to contemplate on whether to enter Caesar's room with just a towel on.
"Sweetheart."
"Get me my duffel bag"I snap nervously as he tries to open the door after one knock.
Seconds later the door slightly opens , I grab the bag halfway in and close the door.
I hastily put on underwear, turquoise shorts and a white night shirt , I tie my hair into a loose bun.
"Yes?"I open the door , my eyes move to his black cotton shirt and grey sweatpants. How can normal clothes look so good on him?
"There's a red velvet cake , a large wrapped box , and a bottle of my favorite vintage wine in my bedroom but most importantly , I was wondering if you knew who wrote such lovely
poetry."He gestures to the red paper in his hand.
"I don't know"I lean on the door.
"Oh.., so the initials K.A.W doesn't ring a bell?"
"Not in the least"I grin. In a split second I'm lifted from the marble floor then into his arms.
"Hey!"I glare when he steals a kiss.
"Don't get mad at me , I'll tell you about Jessica Crook later , it's still my birthday you know"
"You don't say..now someone finds their day special"I cross my arms when I'm finally placed down.
"Baby.."
"Alright..I didn't expect to have my surprise gift turn out like this but I'm gonna favor the cake and let it be"I sigh.
"Hold on , this cake's all mine"Caesar slowly raises an eyebrow.
"Well.. don't I get a tiniest slice?"
"No"he gives me a deadpan look
"Nah-uh , I wanna know how my cake tastes"
"You didn't think i actually woke up at 10 did you?"I add.
"You made this cake?"Caesar asked , enthusiastic after taking a few bites.
"Yes honey , I woke up at 3 to get it done and freezed it up , prompting Tom to set it up here the moment we drove back in after our rendezvous."
" Father is right , you're full of surprises , I love it , honestly, it's delicious and the poem , quite too passionate for your age"He chuckles , feeding me a slice of the velvet cake.
"Too passionate for my age?!"I laugh , hitting his chest.
"Thank you Kay , this day has been worth celebrating with you in it"He whispers before his hot lips claim mine. We get lost in the moment for several seconds before I reluctantly push him back.
"You haven't opened up the gift"I smile brightly , excited to see his reaction.
"Can this evening get any better with you already here?"
"Leo , if it's a torturous night you desire , that can be easily arranged too"A wicked grin spread over my face.
His jaw dropped for a second.
"I erh..I think I'll just focus on unwrapping my gift now."He laughs lightly , doing just that.
He raises up the framed portrait of himself , mesmerized.
"I can't believe this.."He mutters , one hand holding his chin , his thumb draws circles on it as he studies the drawing I spent days on.
"How can you hide such talents Kay"He finally glances at me then back to the frame.
"I'm glad you like it"I smile , hugging him.
"Like?, that's an understatement love , this portrait is getting into my main office . "He smiles proudly at me , I can't help but shyly look away.
"You're going to be great Kayla"He says.
"Well.. I've hoped for such succe—"
"Then get ready to live it."He finally says , pulling me in for more hugs.
"Kayla Banks is going to be the best businesswoman , novelist and artist"He whispers to me , I childishly laugh.
"What ever you say husband to be"
***
"Get those signed files in my office by tomorrow..."Caesar speaks with his work associates in a conference video call.
I roam the office , the bottle of wine I bought him half empty , papars laid down on his work table as usual and his eyes focused on the laptop screen.
It's 3pm already and I've been standing by the door trying to get him to come eat lunch.
"Miss Jessica Crook accepted the deal so we can proceed with the payment of the new machinery for the firm's extension we were discussing on"A male voice commented. Caesar's eyes are suddenly intense.
Pshhh!!!.. Jessica Crook
"Alright then , that deal is closed , what about the advertisement project Jerome , did you get
....."
I stare at him as he goes on , clearly oblivious of my presence , I noisily clear my throat.
His eyes leave the screen , finding me.
"Let's discuss the rest during tomorrow's meeting shall we?"Caesar's eyes move back to the screen , the last thing I hear is muffled responses before he closes the laptop.
"All attention on you now sweetie"He strides to the door.
"Ryan brought in lunch an hour ago"I scowl at him referring to a security guard.
"Sorry Kay , I didn't know you missed me that much"He laughed , leading us to the kitchen.
"It's the food I had my mind on"I snort.
"Absolutely"He nods , dishing the packaged pasta into a large plate before microwaving it .
"See? , problem solved"He said after its alarm went off.
I rolled my eyes , grabbing two bottles of water and forks before following him to the dining hall.
"Babe?.."
"Yeah?"He sipped his water.
"You still haven't told me about Jessica Crook"
"Maybe I haven't because she's not worth talking about"
"Maybe you haven't because you want me getting upset"I snapped.
"Oh Jesus Kayla , do you have to be so inquisitive"He stops eating.
"I wouldn't be if you seem to jolt upon hearing her name"
"..."He rakes his hand through his hair , eyes studying me.
"She's my ex"
My first guess.
Oh yeah?
"OOh"I mouth.
"This is why i didn't wanna tell you"He sighs.
"I'm not mad , I promise"I grin.
"She's a partner in one of my law firms. That's the only reason why she's..."
"A partner.."I echo
"Kayla , you aren't listening"
"Oh I am baby , and it's cool "I nod ,he stares at me questioningly.
"As long as she isn't trying to get back with you cause i don't see why a business partner will show up at your penthouse at 10:30pm to wish you a happy birthday , and I definitely know she sent you that black lingerie parcel "I cock an eyebrow reminiscing the hours we spent opening up his gifts in the morning.
" Yeah Kayla , I told you not to open the black box"He said.
"That's all you've got to say?"
"Well what do you want me to say Kayla ? , that she wants me back ? ,is that what you want to hear?... now how's that going to help"He groans.
"Well the note in the box freaked me out okay!"I growled , furiously taking out a short card from my jeans pocket , I slammed it on the table .
Caesar picked the yellow piece of paper.
Remember this Caesar?
You said it was your favorite the last time you moaned my name..
I haven't forgotten those erotic nights till date.
You know I still want you .
This bed of mine could still be ours to break.
Ah.. forgive my naughty side.
Jessica*
"Kayla..."
"Don't.. please , I can't look at you right now"I muttered , picking my phone and storming out of the place.
YOU ARE READING
What Love Is
Romance*****I stare at the crowd , and feel myself tense up .. This is it, another episode of my complicated life:no genuine smiles , no love, no care.. Kayla's Series. I look as polished as always , the only thing that seems to give me confidence. I walk...
