How Ch. 12
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Lydia's POV:
After we finished eating, the incredible breakfast he had made, I made my way to the bedroom to get ready for work.
Once I got dressed I pinned up my hair, and was putting on my make up before Beej said anything.
"You really do this every day?" He mused with a frown, leaning against the door frame to my closet, as I sat in front of my make-up mirror.
"Get ready for work? …Yeah" I answered while carefully lining my eyes with eyeliner.
"No, I mean wear stuff like that..." he said glaring at my black pencil skirt, white button down blouse, and heels. "And wear all that shit on your face."
"It's a high class office in upper Manhattan Beej, what did you think I was going to wear?" I laughed turning to him, and fishing in my nightstand for my notepad.
"I had hoped nothing" He said under his breath.
"What?"
"I said, I ain't complainin'"He said turning to pace the room. I knew by the tone of his voice, that he was smirking like the Cheshire Cat.
I couldn't help but smile, but took the opportunity that I had while his back was turned to throw my engagement ring in my purse.
"So… when'll you be back?"
"Um, I don't know. Maybe six or seven…."
"Wonderful" He sighed sarcastically "and what the hell am I supposed to do?"
"You'll figure out something to do …"
I grabbed my purse and headed back down the hall.
"Here is Henry's number, call him if you need anything." I said handing him the business card I had fished out of my purse.
"I'm not a kid, Babes."
"I know…" I answered grabbing my keys, and heading towards the door.
"You sure you wouldn't rather stay here, and play hooky with me?" He asked wriggling his eyebrows suggestively, as he followed me all the way to the door.
"I would love to, but I can't today...Sorry" I said grabbing his lapels and pulling him down for one good kiss before opening the door.
I pulled away and he smirked happily with an eyebrow raised. "Is there gunna be any more of that when you get back?"
"Maybe…" I smiled over my shoulder "Bye"
And just before the door closed there was a smack on my rear, just like there had been when I left for school all those years ago.
I laughed as I got on the elevator, and arrived in the high-end apartment lobby.
"Ms. Deetz your paper!" Henry called from the front desk.
Henry had become somewhat of a friend since I moved here. He showed slight favoritism toward me, but hid it around other tenants.
He loved the magazine I worked for, and sometimes I would sneak him a copy before it hit stands. We took care of one another in a way; he was also the one to find me when I blacked out in the stair well, the night of the "attack". Even with numerous payment offers by certain tabloids wanting to know the real "violent act against the senator's girlfriend" Henry never told anyone what really happened that night; I had begged him not to, and he gave me his word.
"You seem happy today…" He mused handing me my daily newspaper. His dark short hair properly combed, and his dark navy suit pristine.
"Maybe I am…" I smiled
His olive colored skin of his hand clashed horribly against my deathly pale one, as he took my hand in his, smiling just a genuinely as ever.
"Henry, I have a …guest in my apartment." I whispered "If he needs anything, just put it on my bill."
His eyes lit up, knowing that this certain someone was not Mr. McAlister, and was the reason for my happiness. "Of course"
"Oh…" I said looking over my shoulder, "Just between us, okay?"
He smiled pretending to lock his lips, and put the imaginary key in his pocket.
"Thanks" I smiled collecting my things.
"Ms. Deetz, you seem to be forgetting something." He whispered tapping his ring finger on the counter.
I quickly fetched the huge diamond engagement ring from my purse and slid it on the proper finger. "Henry you're a life saver."
I got to the office via taxi, and arrived to a small group of paparazzi, asking to see the ring.
I ducked past them, and hopped on the elevator to go to my floor.
My office was filled with balloons, flower arrangements, and co-workers thrilled to see me, and ask tons of questions about the upcoming nuptials.
"Alright, Alright! Enough of this dillydallying!" I heard a voice say above everyone else's
"I am very proud of my son and soon to be daughter-in-law, but you all need to get back to work." Mrs. McAlister, Susan as she insisted I call her, said and all employees quickly fled my office.
She came towards me with her arms extended, wanting a hug.
"Here's my gorgeous soon to be daughter-in-law." I tolerated a hug and had to hold my breath, so as not to inhale her horrible perfume. "Look at you, glowing with happiness!" She beamed.
She wasn't the worst person in the world, but she and Delia could certainly be held at the same rank in my book.
"Yeah, that's me" I smiled as she examined my ring.
"Well as much as we'd love to celebrate, we have a deadline to meet!" She clapped her hands impatiently, "So I need those photo shoot pictures on the editor's desk by the end of the day! You're the best!" She winked, and with that my office door slammed shut.
"It's going to be a long day." I moaned grabbing my camera case, and lenses, and heading to the photo shoot upstairs.
I got out of the taxi, and for the first time since I moved here was happy to pull up to my apartment building.
I made it all the way to the elevator, before my cell phone rang.
Dylan.
"Hello?"
"Hey Beautiful, How's my gorgeous fiancée doing today?"
"Hey, um pretty good. How's the campaign coming?" I really didn't care at all. This call had knocked me off my little cloud of happiness and straight to the pits of dread.
Act normal; don't say anything to cause concern. My instincts taunted.
"Everything's running on schedule, we're about to leave this stop and be on the drive to the next stop all night, just wanted to check in on you."
Make sure I'm not doing anything you wouldn't approve of is more like it.
"Oh well, I'm fine; I just got home, had a long day at work, probably going to change and head straight to bed." I said getting off the elevator, and staying in the hallway.
"Okay, well make sure you eat something…"
"I will"
"I love you, Baby"
I shuttered "Love you too"
And with that the phone call ended.
I sighed, throwing my phone and my ring in my purse, and unlocked the door.
"Beej, I'm home!" I said instantly taking off my heels, and dropping my stuff on the floor.
No answer… "Beej?"
And before I could look up, I felt hands clasp over my eyes from behind, and someone pulled me roughly to them.
Fear jolted through my body, and I screamed. My heart pounded in my chest, and my body tensed up.
The grip loosened enough for me to turn around, and the hands fell from my eyes.
"Hey, it's just me!" Beej said looking at me like I was crazy.
"What the hell? You scared me!" I yelled smacking his chest.
"Well, who the hell'd you think it was?" He frowned yelling right back.
"It's New York Beej! Why do you think I sleep with a baseball bat next to my bed?"
"Relax. Jeez I didn't think this was gunna be you're reaction…" He frowned, looking at me like I was crazy.
I plopped on the couch, catching my breath. "Sorry"
He sat next to me, looking at me as if he were studying me.
"What's up with you?" He asked frowning "I mean…are you okay?"
This took caught me off guard. "Yeah," I frowned "Why?"
He just shook his head and shrugged.
We didn't talk for a while, but there was a knock on the door.
Before I could react Beej, got up and answered it.
"Thanks" He grumbled
"No…..N No Problem" the frightened delivery boy answered before Beej slammed the door in his face.
He came back in, putting a bag of several white Chinese take-out boxes on the coffee table.
"You got food…"
"Yeah, well that snooty ass downstairs said it was your favorite." He mumbled as he went to the kitchen and retrieved a new six-pack of beer, before sitting next to me again.
"Henry's a good guy Beej" I said, as I unwrapped my set of wooden chopsticks
"Whatever…" He said guzzling back almost an entire bottle in one sip.
"He's gay…" I smirked at just the slight amount of jealousy in his voice.
He looked up, and his eyes met mine, I couldn't help but try to hold in a laugh.
"Good ta know" He said couching, before relaxing in his seat, and digging into the food in front of us.
After we ate, well I ate, and he shoved food messily into his mouth, I sighed and decided to go take a bath to get my mind off things.
I drew up a hot bath filled to the brim with lavender scented bubbles, before sinking into the water, and letting it come up shoulders.
I took a deep breath, and smiled as I started to relax. Just then I opened my eyes to see the door open and Beej walk in.
"Beej!" I said sinking down lower until the bubbles were tickling my ears.
"What?" He smirked that evil smirk, which I had a soft spot in my heart for.
I just glared at the bubbles uncomfortably.
"It's not like I can see anything anyway with all the bubbles and shit" He frowned disappointed
I slowly sat up, until my shoulders barely come out of the water. He sat carelessly on the floor, facing me, and smirked tilting his head to the side.
"You sure you're okay?"
I sighed "Yeah, just long day at work." He just watched me. "I'll just be glad when this week is over, and you get your powers back."
"That makes two of us."
"Beej?" I said breaking the silence we had fallen into.
"Hhm?"
"What was it like, when you left?" I frowned "Where did you go?"
He pulled his knees up a bit, and draped his arms over them.
"Uh, they were gunna send me to the lost soul's room"
I felt the color flush from my face, and my eyes grow in size.
"Juno, got me outta that one." He smirked sarcastically letting his head fall back against the wall.
"So where did you end up going?"
"Solitary. Not one of my best afterlife experiences." He tried to laugh off.
"Beej, I'm so sor…"
"What do you have to be sorry for? You're not the one exorcised me, Lyds, That bitch step mom of yours and round-boy did, along with dr. big glasses. If anything you tried to save me." He frowned with darkness in his eyes "Don't be sorry, for somethin' you had no control over."
The room fell silent again.
"There was one upside to it though…" He smirked looking at the floor.
"What's that?"
"I dreamt for the first time in over six hundred years."
"What were they about?"
He waited for a minute and then looked me right in the eyes, "You"
A chill ran through my body, and it took everything I had to not make it noticeable, but I smiled.
I ran finger along the rim of the tub absent-mindedly "I wish I could say the same."
He just frowned, still watching me. "Nightmares?"
"If you only knew… "I thought.
"Sometimes it was better when I didn't dream…" I swirled the bubbles, and now light purple patches of water peeking through.
"How'd you end up in Juno's office?"
My stomach sank and I felt my heart catch in my throat.
Oh no…
CLIFFHANGER…:-/ sorry guys!
I don't want to offend anyone with the "gay" comment about Henry… So, hope I didn't.
Let me know what you guys think so far, and I will hopefully get the next chapter up ASAP, because I'm going to be super busy after next week.
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