Chapter 36

I don't own Lucian

You guys are CRAZY! 60+ reviews on the last chapter! Thank you so much!

Lucy's POV

I wake up early the following day. I didn't get much sleep last night, I had simply laid in bed for a few hours trying to wrap my head around the situation at hand. Whatever the situation is. Ian won't touch me sexually. That's all that is running through my head. Why? He was all over me the other day and we had been bouncing with sexual tension until I was cleared allowing us to finally make love again. Now that I am clear to do so he retreats and doesn't want any part of me. We've never had a situation like this between us. Knowing Ian is filming sex scenes and is doing just fine with that doesn't ease my mind in the least bit.

Some unknown force brings me to going through his nightstand drawer to look for his call sheet this morning before he woke up. I frown when I see he what his call time was for yesterday; eleven. Ian lied. He told me he had to be on set really early yesterday. In fact he left the house really early yesterday. Where did he go if he wasn't needed until eleven? My gaze leaves the paper in front of me and flickers up to Ian sleeping peacefully in bed.

"He lied to me," I murmur aloud to myself. We've never been a couple that lies in our relationship. If something needs to be said, we say it. We don't hide secrets from one another. At least I didn't think we did.

I scan my eyes over the rest of his call sheet to get an idea on how late he'll be tonight. I drop the paper back in his drawer and shut it softly. My feet remain glued to the floor with my gaze burning into his sleeping form. What could he be hiding and why?

I huff and force myself to walk out of the room. I make my way to Brea's nursery to find her already awake. She's up earlier than usual. I'm surprised she didn't wail loudly and let me know she was up like she typically does when waking up early. Leaning over the crib I pick her up and cradle her to my chest.

"Hi baby girl." I press a lingering kiss to her forehead. "Mommy loves you so much. No matter what Princess."

She doesn't fuss when I change her out of her diaper and clean her up which I am grateful for. She is very happy this morning. I carry her down the hall to the linin closet where we keep the smaller towels we bought for when giving Brea a bath. I need to wash her up and make sure there is no sand on her from our time at the beach last night. Normally I would have given her a bath last night but I was too tired to give her a bath, plus she was already asleep. I didn't have it in me to wake her for a bath.

We make our way downstairs so I can bathe her in the kitchen sink. I let the dogs out to go potty and take Brea into the kitchen. I get the sink ready for her then start to wash her. I sing to her softly as I do so knowing it keeps her calm. Plus I just love singing to her. Brea is selective when it comes to her baths. Sometimes she is a screamer and she lets you know full well that she isn't having any of it. Other times she is calm, relaxed and enjoys it. I don't understand why but then again she is my daughter and that pretty much explains everything. Much to my relief she is happy as can be right now.

After Brea's bath I wrap her up in the big fluffy towel and carry her back upstairs to her nursery. First things first, I lie her down on the changing table and put a diaper on her before bundling her back up in the towel. Carrying her across the room I take a seat on the soft rocking chair to feed her. We've learned from experience to feed her after her bath and not before no matter how much she wants it before.

Once Brea is fed I remain in the rocking chair rocking us to and fro soothingly, singing any random soft melody song that popped into my head. I smile down at her and hold her little hand as I sing to her and stare into her breathtaking blue eyes. This is the position Ian found us in about an hour later.

"You gave her a bath?" Ian wonders when entering the room.

"Yeah, I figured it's best to get it done first thing since she needed it." I reply softly, still focused on Brea.

"I slept longer than planned. I have to leave in about ten minutes, I just wanted to come see where you were."

I nod my head without having much to say.

"How was dinner with Holly last night? I didn't get a chance to ask you before I went to bed."

I glance up at him and plaster a fake smile on my lips. "It was fun. She loved getting to spend so much time with Brea." The lie leaves a bad taste in my mouth. I never lie to him. I want all of this to stop. But once again he doesn't have time to talk about what's going on.

Ian returns to the room a few minutes after leaving, though now he is dressed and ready to head out to work. He walks deeper into the room where he places a kiss to both my forehead and Brea's. I tell him to have a good time at work and to call me when he is leaving so I'd know what to do about dinner.

I get a text from Ian at 9 o'clock telling me they have wrapped for the night and he should be home shortly. I had just finished setting the table when I got his text. While talking with Troian again today over the phone we decided I should try to make a romantic dinner for Ian and me and see if setting the mood can help get things started. If not, then it would give us time to talk about what's been going on.

I am dressed in a body hugging, smooth black dress that is mid-thigh length. It is very sexy, especially when paired with my four inch favorite pair of black stilettos. I spent a great deal of time perfecting my makeup and hair in hopes of looking good for Ian.

Brea is in her crib ready to go to bed which happened to be perfect timing since I was just about to lay her down when Ian texted me. Returning downstairs I look over everything to ensure nothing it out of place. All that needs to be added is the food. I just need to dish up the food and put it on the table.

With everything perfected I hold my breath when I hear Ian's car pulling into the garage. I take one last once over in a mirror we have on the wall in the living room. I meet Ian by the door to the garage and smile brightly at him. He has a large smile on his lips as well. Ian wraps his arms around my waist to pull my body into his.

"You look stunning," Ian's lips encase mine in a passionate kiss leaving me craving for more. "What are you all dressed up for?"

"Well," I run my hand up and down his chest. "I was thinking you've been working really hard with this movie and we haven't had a chance to just sit down and enjoy a long meal together."

"That sounds perfect honey." After another swift kiss I pull him into the dining area.

We enjoy a lovely dinner that had felt relaxed and like it's always been between us. The conversation wasn't forced in any way and nothing felt awkward. I had almost forgotten about our current situation. Almost. That is until it arose again.

Having finished our dinner I get up and round to the other side of the circular table to where Ian is sitting. I gracefully drop down across his lap with my right leg crossed over my left dangling over his left leg. Due to my short legs my feet are just barely an inch off of the ground. My left arm is loosely draped around his neck whereas my right hand clutches his shirt. I attach my lips to his and kiss him deeply.

When I try to bring things to the next level I am pushed off of his lap. I feel his hands on my hips picking me up from his lap and sitting me to my feet. Ian stumbles out of the chair in his rush to get away from me.

"Ian?" I whisper brokenly. The tears are already building up in my eyes and ready to start spilling down my cheeks any second now.

"I need to go over my lines for tomorrow's scenes." He clearly lies as he scurried off in the direction towards the stairs.

"Ian! We need to talk. What is going on with you? Why do you keep doing this?" I follow after him and we both approach the bottom of the staircase within seconds.

"I need to go memorize my lines then get some sleep. Early day tomorrow." He doesn't even turn to look at me. He simply runs up the stairs to our room.

"Ian!" I scream up the stairs to him desperately. "Come back here!"

I hear our bedroom door shut firmly behind him. The tears now falling freely down my cheeks. There is no ignoring whatever this is. Clearly he doesn't want anything to do with me in an intimate manner. I take a deep ragged breath to try and calm myself which is a useless attempt. I kick my heels off my feet aggressively, not bothering to put them off to the side, I just leave them laying in the middle of the floor.

Turning away from the stairs I decide to distract myself by cleaning up the table. Taking our plates into the kitchen I scrape off any food into the trashcan then drop the plates and silverware in the sink with little care. Taking the skillet off of the stovetop I aggressively dump all of the leftover food into the trash. I don't want anything to remind me of how this night turned out.

The tears continue to fall as I toss dishes in the sink. I slump back against the kitchen counter to wipe my tears and try once more to calm myself. I linger in the kitchen with my left arm tucked under my bust, across my torso in a self-comforting manner while my right hand continues to wipe away the never ending tears. With nothing left to straighten up down here I hesitantly drag myself upstairs.

Entering our bedroom I see all the lights are off and Ian is in bed, presumably pretending to be asleep. I don't bother saying anything to him because I know the odds of him replying are slim. He clearly doesn't want to talk about whatever is going on with him.

Instead I head straight for the closet, flip the light on and shut the door behind me. I strip out of this stupid dress that I thought would impress him and the sexy lingerie I had put on underneath it. I grab the same camisole and shorts I had worn to bed last night and slip them on.

Exiting the closet I enter the bathroom to wipe off all traces of makeup and pull my hair up into a high ponytail. Once I do that I stare at the bed for a moment. I still have tears silently running down my cheeks, though at a slower rate now. I have no desire to get in that bed with him right now. Instead I walk out of the bedroom all together, grab a towel from the hall linin closet, and walk out to the backyard.

Ian and I stay on top of keeping the pool in order and ensuring we can get in whenever we want without worry of the chemical levels needing to be altered or it being dirty. I don't bother turning on the pool lights; deciding I want to sit in the dark with only the glow of the moon surrounding me which is exactly what I do. I walk down to the deep end where I take a seat with my feet in the water. This is always a great place for me to relax. Whenever it is too late for me to go sit at the beach I opt for the pool as the second best option.

I remain outside for over two hours not wanting to return to the house, specifically my bedroom. After midnight approached I made myself go inside but not before I dried off my legs with my towel. Hesitantly I start to make my way up the stairs. However, I pause four steps up. I truly have no desire to lie in a bed all night with Ian knowing full well I won't be getting any sleep tonight.

I'll just sleep on the couch tonight. Brea's baby monitor is already down here since I kept it with me when I was down in the kitchen cooking as she was up in her crib for the night. I carry it into the living room with me and sit it down on the wooden coffee table. Dropping the towel down to the hardwood floor I make a little bed on the couch with the couch pillows and the blanket we keep folded on the end of the couch. Lying down on the leather piece of furniture, I allow my mind to become overwhelmed in thoughts and ideas about why Ian doesn't want me sexually.

I wind up crying myself to sleep with the final assumption of why he doesn't want me.

Clearly I am not enough for Ian any more.

Okay so I am assuming if you guys hated me from the last chapter than you REALLY hate me now… I am still astonished I got over 60 reviews last chapter. I'm definitely curious as to how much of a stir this chapter will cause!

I loved all of the reviews. You guys are very funny. I see a race has begun to see who will snatch my laptop first in order to get the remaining chapters of the story. After this chapter I really hope my ally, Kate, will still hide me from everyone who wants to kill me. Hahaha. Does that offer still stand, Kate?

A lot of you are torn. Many reviews go back and forth as to whether or not you think he cheated. Some feel something happened with Alexandria, some think maybe Ari kissed him or something along those lines, and others feel Ian would never cheat on her because he is simply Ian. Everyone is all over with thoughts and ideas. I love hearing them and seeing what you come up with so let me know if you have more idea as to what could be going on.

I can't believe I am literally a couple reviews away from 1,100 reviews!

I will post chapter 37 on Monday if I get 1,140 reviews. I will post it on Sunday if I get more than that. Seeing as the last chapter got 60+ reviews I have a strong feeling you guys are going to make the next chapter be another early update. :)