I'll call as soon as I get out from work. Grimly, Erik took a seat out in the balcony drinking a glass of champagne by him self. It had been nearly two hours since he had gotten out of his work and two hours since Christine was expecting him to call her.
His thoughts were interrupted when his partner entered to balcony accompanied with two beautiful women both dressed up fashionably. Thomas gave him a bright smile as Erik stood up from his seat and approached them.
"Erik, I'd like to introduce you to these fine ladies."
Though both were eye catching, the woman who was introduced as Emily Grey caught his attention. The stunning beauty smiled warmly at him and held out her hand to him. "It is finally great to meet you Erik." Her voice! It was intoxicating to him. Her eyes mesmerized him.
Taking her hand before gently pressing it to his lips, Erik smiled. "Miss Grey."
A laugh erupted from Thomas as he turned to the other woman whose arm was snaked around his. "See!" he exclaimed. "Didn't I tell you this guy was something?"
Turning away Erik leaned against the railing, looking at the city around him. Emily approached the man whom she had heard so much about. "I am a singer you know?"
This question did not surprise him. By the sound of her voice, Erik knew that she was a singer. "Perhaps you may sing for me one day."
"Why not now?" she offered and before he knew it, Emily was leading him back inside followed by the half drunk couple.
Dinner was getting cold; Christine sat by herself in the dinning room. It was almost midnight yet there was no sign indicating that Erik would call saying he'd be coming soon.
'Perhaps he got delayed or something just happened?' This was the third time that month that Erik did not come home for dinner, he would always come home five sometimes six in the morning. Sneaking into their bed, thinking that she would be asleep but how wrong he was. The moment he would enter their dark room, Christine could sense him moving about changing into something more comfortable. 'Why isn't he home?'
The maid entered the dinning room, holding a tray of tea for the young woman who seemed to be in deep thought. "Miss Daaé?" Her small voice snapped her out from her thoughts as she carefully placed the tray in the middle of the table.
"Would you like for me to clean up Miss Daaé?"
Before she could even pick a fork or spoon, Christine raised her hand to stop her. "Please," she ordered "leave everything here as it is. I'll just take a cup of tea before I retire." And so she drank her tea in silence after excusing the maid for the night.
She wouldn't exactly retire for the night; Christine would find herself venturing up into the library which used to belong to her father as an office space. Picking up an old book from the shelf, she settled herself on the couch wrapping the blanket around her before opening the book to read.
"Did you enjoy yourself Erik?" Her green eyes shinned brightly as she seemed to study his face. There was something about his mask that seemed to make her curious about him. Gently she touched the edges of his mask with her finger tips.
"Don't." He seemed to order rather than pleading.
Something unexpected happened, at the moment she pulled her hand away, Emily leaned forward and placed a kiss on his lips. "Emily." Quickly he pulled away and took a step back.
"Perhaps we had too much to drink?"
Shaking his head, Erik looked at his watched and realized that it was getting late. "Forgive me, I must get going."
A hand on his arm stopped him from proceeding. Turning to look at her, Erik found her smiling at him. "Meet me on Friday at Thomas's house?"
With little hesitation Erik agreed and quickly left to head home. 'There are too many stop lights in this city.' Stop after stop, each light turned red as it seemed that God was toying with him. However, he used his time to recall his evening with the talented singer.
The way she constantly kept her eyes on him as she sang to his music, it was as if she was trying to send out a secret message to him. The way her hands danced across the piano and finally made its way onto his arm then his shoulders, told him something…
Erik had finally arrived in the drive way of Christine's home, the home which she had inherited from her father. Stepping out of his car, he noticed all but one light was left on in the house.
Never had this happened before, all the times he was late never had any of the lights been left on. Taking out the keys to the house from his pocket, he entered the dark house. Crossing the dinning room the moment he turned on the lights Erik found the cold dinner still waiting to be eaten. The food was left untouched yet there was the tea that which Christine had drank earlier.
Turning his attention to the doorway which led to the upstairs part of the house, Erik picked up his coat and finally made his way to the room which he had a feeling Christine was in.
I know I've delayed this story long enough. Sorry. My only excuse is that there are things that shouldn't be happening in school that are happening. Really bad things Anyways, with only nine days left of school, hopefully I'll be able to get back up on my feet and continue. But don't think I'll ever abandon my story. I've got too many things planned for Christine and Erik. thnx everyone!