Chapter 35

I don't own Lucian

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Lucy's POV

When I wake up the following morning I am alone in bed. I find Ian downstairs making breakfast, already dressed for the day. He is acting as if last night didn't happen at all. Brea is laying on the floor with Jack by her side nudging her playfully with his snout and playing with her. We eat breakfast together which is highly awkward for me because he is acting completely at ease and not mentioning a word about last night. Do I bring it up?

"Do you feel better after getting some sleep?" I ask softly, trying to break the silence.

"Yeah, I really needed it." Ian nods his head shoving a large forkful of eggs into his mouth.

I glance up at him to see he is more focused on his food than carrying on any conversation in relation to last night. I swallow a gulp of my water keeping my eyes trained on him. I frown to myself at his behavior and sit my fork down on my plate quietly.

"I'm going to get dressed and go for a run." I announce as I push up from the table and take my plate into the kitchen. I dump the food on my plate into the trashcan and sit my plate in the sink. I walk out of the kitchen, past Ian, and straight up the stairs without so much as a word spoken. I don't understand what happened.

Entering our bedroom I head straight for our closet. I strip off my clothes and drop them in a pile on the floor. I redress in a sports bra, loose flowing racer back top, and a black pair of running shorts. I slip my feet into my tennis shoes and tie the laces tightly against my feet. I exit the closet to enter our bathroom where I pull my hair up into a high ponytail bringing it out of my face. I look at myself in the mirror for a second and sigh.

Returning downstairs I walk over to Brea and kiss her goodbye. I tell Ian I'll be back and there are fresh bottles in the fridge if Brea gets hungry while I'm gone. Getting in my car I drive across town to this secluded walking trail I found several years ago. There is a beautiful lake in the center of it and it is surrounded by trees. It's always been the place I like to go running and relax when I'm stressed.

I've been running for what feels like hours when in reality has only been an hour of nonstop running. I stop to catch my breath the moment I hear my phone start ringing. I walk over to one of the large, matured willow trees to lean against the trunk of the tree breathing deeply. I swipe my finger across the screen to answer the call from Troian.

"Hey Troian." I pant breathlessly.

"Uh hey Lucy… Did I interrupt something?" Her response is hesitant and unsure.

"What?" I ask confused by what she means.

Troian clears her throat. "Did I interrupt a moment between you and Ian?"

"What? Oh god no. I am out running." I slide down the tree to sit in front of it with my back against the oddly comfortable trunk.

"I was calling to see how last night went? Better than planned?"

I sigh and try to resist the unsetting feeling that is bubbling up in my stomach. "Last night didn't happen."

"What do you mean?" Troian asks with an intrigued tone.

"I don't even know what happened last night. Ian called me to tell me he was almost home so I got dressed in the blue baby doll and when things started inclining in bed and I was about to take us to the next step, he just changed gears and pushed me off of his lap and said he wanted to get some sleep."

"Just like that? He just went to sleep?" Troian replies in disbelief.

"Yes! He just pushed me off his lap, turned off the light, and went to sleep." I huff out recalling the previous night's events.

"That doesn't make any sense. Ian is always all over you."

"Tell me about it! He didn't even lie next to me in bed with his arms around me or anything. He slept with his back to me on the edge of the bed. Troian, what do you think happened? He has never once turned me down sexually." I can feel the tears brimming in my eyes. A lone tear slips down my left cheek.

"I'm sure he was just tired. You said he worked all day so maybe he didn't think he would be able to stay awake. You two do tend to have long sexscapades. It's not like a quick one and done thing with you two from what you've told me."

I sigh feeling dejected. "Maybe. I don't know. What should I do?"

"Well how about you try and seduce him again just give it another chance."

"And what if he turns me down again?"

"If he turns you down again with the excuse of being tired or something work related, then go to set and surprise him in his trailer. You said he's been getting chunks of free time at different times of the day when they block scenes that he isn't needed in. Maybe you two can have some alone time there?"

I nod my head and wipe my tears away. "Yeah," I sniffle slightly. "I'll try that. Thank you Troian."

"You're welcome, Luce. I'll let you finish your run and we'll talk later."

"Okay Bye Troy."

I take a deep breath and look out at the lake in front of me. After a few minutes of sitting in place, I push myself up to my feet and continue my run.

I wind up running a total of eight miles then call it a day.

That night I try to seduce Ian once more. This time I am wearing Ian's favorite black lingerie set I have hoping that will boost my luck. We have both been sitting up in bed reading on our iPads. I am reading the latest book I downloaded whereas Ian is reading the news on his.

Not being able to suffer through the silence any longer, I lock my iPad and sit it on my nightstand. I scratch the back of my ear as I gnaw on my bottom lip for a minute willing myself to try and approach Ian again.

I scoot closer to him until I am leaning against him with my left elbow propping myself up against the pillows and my right hand rubs across Ian's bare chest. My lips lean down to press soft kisses across his shoulder and muscular bicep. I nuzzle my head in the curve of his neck to suck on his skin seductively. My right hand drifts down Ian's smooth chest to slip underneath the covers bunched at his waist. The second my hand reaches his boxers Ian withdraws from me mutter some excuse of having an early call tomorrow.

Two seconds flat he shut me down.

I scoot back on the mattress and move over to my side of the bed. This time I sleep towards the edge of the bed with my back to him. That night we slept with a large gap between us with our backs facing one another. We've never done that in all the nights of sharing a bed. I bury my face in my pillow to muffle any whimpers that escape my trembling lips. Nothing can take away the feeling of rejection that has cascaded over my body.

I lie here motionlessly trying to think of what I've done wrong to make Ian shut me out like this.

The following day I had spent the morning on the phone with Troian telling her about what had happened. Troian had to spend a good fifteen minutes telling me she is sure it has nothing to do with me. She reminds me we both know what it's like to be working long hard hours for a project and wanting nothing more than to get some sleep at every free second there is.

She convinces me that I need to talk to Ian during the day when he isn't tired from a long day of filming. I was going to ask her if she wanted to watch Brea while I go to his work since I know how much she has been dying to babysit Brea but she had an audition this afternoon so she couldn't unfortunately. That's when I turned to Holly knowing she would jump at the chance of spending the afternoon with her granddaughter.

Which brings me to where I am now; sitting in my car on the Warner Brother's set. I take a deep breath before I exit the car. I am wearing a pair of dark wash skinny jeans what show my curves and a loose fitting tank top that is navy blue with a white flower print on it. My hair is down in curls and my makeup is natural and light. As for shoes, I have on a pair of four inch black strappy heels.

Walking across the parking lot full of trailers I head straight to Ian's. Before I am to the door a voice behind me stops me in place.

"He isn't in there. Ian is filming a scene on stage six right now. You are more than welcome to wait on set rather than out here in his trailer." I turn around to see Ari the crew member smiling pleasantly at me.

"Oh I don't want to intrude by waiting on set." I wave my hand dismissively.

"Nonsense, it's much cooler on set rather than out here in the heat." She shakes her head. "Come with me." Ari leaves no room for rebuttal and I follow her across the lot and into the building.

We slip in to stage six just before they start filming a new take. I shift my weight uncomfortable from one foot to the other when I see the set in front of me is a bedroom. The uncomfortable part is due to the fact Ian is in bed with his costar Alexandria. Ian is clearly shirtless and it appears that Alexandria isn't wearing much of anything either. I watch as the two kiss happily and playfully roll around under the sheets without breaking their lips for more than a few seconds. My breath becomes ragged and I feel tears in my eyes when I watch as Ian tosses Alexandria's silk nightgown off of her and it lands on the floor soundlessly.

They look like they are really getting into it.

Ian never told me he had a love scene in the movie. I had wanted to read the script but Ian told me he wanted the movie to be a surprise until it was all finished so I have no clue as to what happens in the entirety of the movie. Well, now I know.

Single tear after tear rolls down my cheeks as my eyes remain glued to the sight in front of me. I've had enough when I hear Ian groan. I am the only one who can make him groan like that. I am the only one who should make him groan like that. Acting or not, he shouldn't make that kind of groan on camera unless we are doing a job together and I am the one to make it happen.

Not giving a damn that they are filming I walk off to a side door and silently slip out ensuring I don't make a sound that could interfere with the recording.

I all but sprint out to my car and drive until I have to pull over due to my blurred vision. I stare out at the ocean view in front of me and watch as the waves crash into the shoreline. Tears are all but pouring down my cheeks now. There is no use in trying to wipe them away. I feel betrayed in a way. Why didn't he tell me about the sex scene he was going to have? Why was he pulling that scene off with ease yet at home he recoils from my touch? Why won't my own husband make love to me?

I remain here in my car for at least an hour, maybe longer. I waited until I was completely calmed down—well calmed at least enough to drive to Holly's pick up Brea and drive home with her.

Ian was supposed to be home relatively early tonight so I plan to stay out with Brea for most of the afternoon. Taking her home I decide to waste the vast amount of time on cleaning the house—it also makes for a great mental distraction. I manage to wash all of the mountains of laundry that had piled up and straighten up the rest of the house. It is just after six when I finish up cleaning.

I change Brea into a little swimsuit and I change myself into a black string bikini underneath a pair of denim shorts and plain tank top. I write Ian a note and leave it on the counter for him to read whenever he gets home which should be any time now.

Having dinner with Holly, probably will be out late. Don't wait up. Phone is dead.

My hand hovers over hovers over the end of the note before signing a simple "-Luce" and nothing more. I leave the note on the kitchen table and hurry out to my car with Brea and her diaper bag to ensure I am gone before Ian gets home.

I pick up something to eat for myself then head towards the beach where I can sit in the sand with Brea and watch the sunset. I haven't laid in the sand watching the sunset and enjoying the peaceful sound of waves rushing into the shoreline where they collide in a long time. The thing I love most about this particular beach is it is extremely secluded and the paparazzi never hang out here. Plus with the late hour I don't have to worry much about paparazzi being here.

It is pretty warm out despite it being the month of February. Then again we are in Southern California, it's almost always warm to some degree here. I know Brea is plenty warm and I don't have to worry about her getting chilled at all. I sit down in the sand close enough to the shore where the water rushes up my feet to my ankles but not too high. The water is cool but it feels marvelous.

I have Brea situated between my legs with her body reclined against my stomach. I hold my left hand against her stomach loosely, meanwhile I use my right hand to munch on the light dinner I picked up. I'm really not hungry, especially after the day's events but I have to eat and keep proper nutrients in my body for Brea's breast milk.

Sitting here watching the sunset definitely helps me relax and suppress the feelings of anguish from earlier. I take the much needed time to play with Brea. I have to keep her from eating the sand many times but all in all I had fun and I know she did too. I know Brea is still so young but she is getting bigger and bigger by the second; I want her to stop growing up already.

We stay at the beach for a few hours until Brea gets hungry. I take her back to the car and drive to a more private location to feed her in the car and make sure to be completely covered by the blanket in her diaper bag. Once she is settled I return her to her car seat and buckle her in, kissing her gently. I run my fingers over her thick brown hair and smile sadly. Returning to the driver's seat I start the somewhat long journey back to the house. I get caught up in the usual LA traffic which is a standstill on the 405. I smile to myself though when I hear Brea's soft snores over the faint country music I have playing.

When we finally pull into the driveway I flip my phone back on to check and see if I have any messages. I see a couple texts from Ian but other than that there isn't much. I turn my phone back off and drop it in my purse. As carefully as I can, I decide to just unbuckle Brea from her car seat and carry her in. I cradle her small body to my chest and keep her blanket tucked around her to help keep her in her slumber.

I take Brea upstairs and settle her in her crib with ease after changing her into some pajamas. Entering my bedroom I see Ian is still up.

"Hey, how was your day?" Ian asks looking up at me.

"Good, long. I'm going to take a shower." Without another word I head straight for our bathroom and step into the shower. I sigh in content when the hot water runs down my body and steam fills the room. By the time I am out of the shower the nightstand light is turned off and Ian is asleep.

I climb into bed on my respective side with a deep breath. Shaking my head I close my eyes and will myself to sleep.

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