Broken Aphrodite

Chapter 8

Lucas~

"Okay Belle just e_mail me the other files" i say to my assistant as i gather my keys and phone to go home .

She nods "yes , sir." i nod to her  "googbye Belle" and she smiles back " goodbye sir" then i get out of the room .

I take the elevator and press the button to the garage , the elevator is not that crowded , everybody has went home .

When the doors open i walk to my car and climb in after unlocking it . When i exit the Company garage and head left i see that blonde devil standing in the entry of the Company looking around like she'd lost something and then glances to her phone , she looks lost and frustrated , what is she doing there standing alone ? where is her driver ? she left about 15 minutes ago and she's still standing here , i sigh and pull my car in front of her .

She didn't notice me so i open the door and get out of it , she looks at me , "is there a problem Ms.Leonard ?" i ask , she shakes her head and takes the few steps down , she stands at the curb and tries to wave for .. taxi ..a taxi ? .

"Evangeline where's your driver ? " i ask and walk closer to her , "i don't know , the car has stopped so he can't come " she says , still not looking at me . 

I can be a Gentleman , "let me drive you " i offer feeling the words forced out of my mouth , she finally looks at me , surprised. "um .. no thank you , i can take a cab" she says and looks back to the street .

I know she's going to argue "Evangeline i can take you home , come with me please and save us both the time you're wasting right now , or do you want to stand here for an hour looking for a cab?" i say annoyed , i just want her for once to agree with me and doesn't open that pretty mouth of hers . 

She glares at me and huff , i walk to my car and open the door for her , she's still standing at the curb , she looks at me for a good few moments then she walks to the car and climbs in , i shake my head exasperated . i climb back and pull away , driving through the traffic . 

Today is Monday , Monday is the busiest day of the week and New York streets are crowded with cars , most of the time Evangeline was silent staring out the window . 

Then she reaches and turn the radio on , i raise an eyebrow at her , she waves her hand  "it's boring sitting in a traffic doing and listening to nothing" , she shrugs and lean in to press the button changing the radio from channel to another , she's acting like she's used to do this .. getting in my car and going through my radio channels , it tugs at something inside me , warming something inside me . 

I shake my head to get rid of that feeling , "it's okay" i mumble .

"Oh god i love this song!" she says quietly , her voice so soft when we move a little through the traffic , the song is one of The Script's songs "Flares" . Such a sad song .. why would someone like her love a song like this ? , i stay quiet .she sings along to the song very quitely that i can barely hear her ..but she has a really sweet voice 
. When the song ends she sighs , i glance at her and then back to the road , we can make a conversation , right ?

I ask her the question that i wanted to ask her since i read her papers "I never had the honor to meet your mother" i say looking at her when we stop again at another traffic .

 She snickers "Consider yourself lucky" she says and plaster a sweet sweet smile , confused i ask "Why ? where is she?" , she looked out the window and says "the whore left us" , my brows pull up , surprised by her choice of words i clear my throat.

"Excuse me ?" i say , she looks at me and smile that sweet fake smile "you heard me".

And we don't talk or open another conversation after that . This woman is full of secrets and mysteriousness , Her mother .. Whore ? , where did she go ? or do ? . She's just a piece of Puzzel .