Chapter 4- Never Straight Forward
1978 Words
Scarlets P.O.V
Just like every other normal day, I woke up
Happy, comfortable, yet confused.
This was not normal.
The bed I lay in, so warm and cosy and I kinda felt like I was floating on a cloud.
A feeling I wasn't use to, just being content. I sat up suddenly as realization hit me.
I was in New York and I was someone's fake fiancée, and by someone, I meant the pretty dark and broody Lucian Cullon.
I started to feel dizzy, as my head spun with the crazy realisation of all that I had agreed to.
I gathered myself together and got out of bed.
I was wearing one of his t-shirts.
Only one of his t-shirts.
Well, I also had a huge diamond engagement ring on my finger.
Diamonds, I'd never touched one before, never really seen one, yet now I was wearing one as big as a cherry tomato.
Diamonds, a girls best friend supposedly.
I slowly wandered through the house, dragging my tiptoes along the wooden paneled floor, barely making a sound.
"Morning English" said Lucian startling me.
He was lent against the wall separating part of the kitchen, cup of tea in his hand.
His hair was tousled, messy.
His chest bare.
He had sculpted abs, the kind that if I saw in pictures I would usually insist are photoshopped.
Tattoos covered his arms and chest, dark green and black markings of no meaning or explanation to me.
His green eyes pierced mine as I walked over to him.
"Time?" I said quietly fiddling with one of the loose strands of my hair.
"Does it matter?" answered Lucian casually taking a sip of his drink.
It was never straight with Lucian Cullen, there always had to be a reason.
"No" I whispered gently
"Its seven o'clock English, but we don't have to leave till eight" he growled making me shiver.
"Okay" I said "wait, what are we doing at eight, I have no clothes to wear!" I said
I wasn't one to normally fuss about my clothes, its just the fact that I didn't have anything that slightly frightened me.
"Well that's it English, you'll just have to come dressed in just my t-shirt, which I must say isn't a bad look for you" said Lucian in a low voice.
He eyed me up and down shamelessly, something I was used to, but never appreciated.
I coved my body with my arms, frowning darkly at those eyes.
Lucian tutted at me
"You're my fiancee now English, your body is mine" he said in a teasing voice
"No" I said instantly with defiance and a brutal harshness in my voice
"Oh see there is the fire I was looking for, so you do no how to stand up for yourself," Lucian said
"Asshole" I mumbled under my breath
"True, yet, what is it that they always say, takes one to no one," he said a smirk on his pale face.
I scowled and walked through to the kitchen, picking up a bottle of water of the counter.
"You were saying English, about the clothes, that is exactly what we are going to fix today, we need to make you look like a million dollars for the rest of the week," he said
"But I can't afford anything, I haven't got a penny to my name" I said
"This time English, it's on me" growled Lucian
"No, no, I can't, it's like stealing, I can't possibly do that" I started to ramble
"Think of it like borrowing, you're my fiancee now, i'm meant to pay for stuff for you," he said
"Fake Fiancee" I stated
"Yes, yes" he said putting his empty teacup in the sink.
"Well Sebastian is picking us up around eight and we are meeting my assistant Kylie at our finale destination," he said
"Okay, what should I wear, right now, when we travel" I said
"Umm, your other clothes dry yet?" he asked
I shook my head
"Well I could see if Kira has left anything here, but right now English lets concentrate on something else" he said
I looked at him questioningly but as usual no explanation was given.
"Breakfast" he said with a hint of a smile
"oh, alright then" I said
Lucian began to pul out plates and cutlery which he soon handed to me.
"Counter or dinning room?" he said
"Oh counter is fine" I said setting out the plates along the counter.
I perched on one of the stools as Lucian got out a frying pan and a pancake mix from the fridge.
"Pancakes alright with you English" Lucian growled
I nodded my head and swung my legs back and forth on the chair not really listening.
I decided to try and start a conversation.
"You said you had a Dog last night, is he here?" I asked
"She" Lucian corrected me
"her names Autumn" said he as he flipped a pancake "and yes she is in New York but she is staying with one of my assistants at the moment, she didn't like the apartment much" He said
I frowned, I could not imagine anything or anyone not liking this apartment, it was the penthouse, it was high class, five star, super posh.
Lucian flipped the pancakes again and again until he had a huge stack
I just sat and watched.
"Here you go" said Lucian putting down a huge stack of pancakes between us.
He sat down beside me with a relaxing sigh as though a great weight had just been taken of his shoulders.
He began digging in but I just continued to sit there, just staring
"Whats up English, don't you like pancakes or are they burnt or what" he said
"Oh, no they look amazing, its just" I turned away from him
"Common English, there is no point in being embarrassed or what, just spit it out" he growled
"Its just no one has ever cooked for me before" I whispered
Lucian contemplated me, like one does over a tuff decision, a rather strained look in his knowing eyes.
"They've been doing it wrong then English, very wrong indeed" said Lucian slowly.
I didn't entirely understand what he had said, what was that, advice, constructive criticism, or maybe
Just maybe
A compliment of some sorts.
I pulled forward my plate of pancakes and began to eat.
It was so tasty, and I was so hungry.
"Good cooking" I managed to mumble out.
"Really?, I don't get much practise" said Lucian
"Oh" I said between mouth-fulls
"Yeah, well usually Maria does all the cooking back in California, but she didn't want to come to New York" Lucian said boredly
"Wait, Maria?" I said confused
"My housekeeper" he said as though it was perfectly normal to have one
"oh yeah, cool" I said absentmindedly still trying to comprehend the fact that Lucian had a housekeeper and a driver and goodness knows what else.
"Right, lets go get dressed and then we can head, we got somethings to do today and we won't be back till later." he said.
Lucian found me some clothes that use to belong to the mystery Kira.
He gave me some black leggings and a floaty white blouse with a periwinkle blue blazer.
He had good fashion sense, good for a man at least.
We walked all the way down the stairs to the lobby again where we waited until Sebastian arrived.
Lucian and I bundled outside onto the windy streets of New York, it was warmer today than it was last night but there was still a chill in the air, the kind that bit at your ears and nose making them red.
"Lucian, tell me where we are going" I asked for the hundredth time
"Not yet" he said back for the hundredth time as we clambered into the huge black estate car.
"Where to Mr.Cullen?" asked Sebastian leaning back and looking at us
"Airport Sebastian" said Lucian
"Airport?" I said my mind spinning trying to figure out what was going on
"Screen up Seb" said Lucian
After the screen was fully up Lucian turned to me
"Yes, we are going to the Airport English" Lucian said
"But, I thought we were shopping, wait, what?" I said a confused look on my face.
"Oh we are English, I just didn't say were" Lucian said an amused look on his face.
He loved it, knowing things I didn't.
Keeping me in constant suspense and confusement was a hobby Lucian had adopted with open arms .
The smirk on his face, it was so crazy it made my head spin, it was so Lucian Cullen, that smirk was his, his label and it would haunt and chase me in my dreams for a long while yet.
Along with his eyes, his handsome face and muscular body he was the perfect poster boy.
It was just his scars that made him different.
I would never say it made him ugly, it was never possible for Lucian Cullen to not look good.
It just made him stand out, it made him different from the rest.
Those scars were his story, and I was determined to find out what that story was.
"Okay then, where are we going shopping?"I said my imagination running wild of all the states we could go to.
Maybe it was California or Massachusetts.
"Ah my dearest English, would I be me if I told you?" he said a dark grin on his face.
I scowled at sat back in my seat.
I looked out the darkened window, watching the world go by was one of my favourite hobbies.
People watching.
It was crazy to think that all the people I could see, they all had lives, they all had love or drama or maybe pain and sorrow.
Some may have kids, some may be married or cheating.
Some may be in debt or unemployed.
Whatever these people were going through, you could never judge just by looking at there faces.
My mother always use to say to me "never judge a person before you've walked a mile in there shoes"
"And we're here" said Lucian as the car slowed down.
I waited for Sebastian to open the door, but he didn't.
"One minute" said Lucian as he opened the door and climbed out.
I felt very nervous sat in the car all by myself but only a few minutes later the door swung open again and Lucian called for me to get out.
I stepped out, not into the normal car park that people would go to if they were planning to travel by plane.
But onto the runway. Winds hurled around me as I was ushered over to a plane by Lucian.
I climbed up the stairs still confused and walked onto the plane.
"Lucian what’s going on?" I asked as we walked through into the cabin
"We are taking my plane to go shopping" he said pulling me by the hand through to the cabin.
I gasped as his skin touched my own
He looked back at me, quickly.
I gasped again as we walked into the cabin.
It was amazing, because it wasn't even a cabin.
It was like a little snuggly den with drapes and huge couches, rugs and a bar over in the corner.
"This is your plane?" I said
"Yeah" Lucian said scratching the back of his neck
"That's so funny" I said slowly
"why" said Lucian raising his eyebrows
"you've got your own plane, I've never even had my own car before" I whispered
He looked down at me, a hint of understanding in his face.
"go sit down English, we've got a long flight ahead of us" Lucian growled
"Oh?" I said sitting down
"Yep" he nodded sitting next to me
"8-hour flight to Paris"
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