Author: now2never PM
I can't say I had any complaints about my life. Except that my Mom died when I was fourteen and I had to step in and help my Dad take care of my five younger sisters. But one day, my world turned upside down when I got stuck in the elevator. I didn't know if he was crazy, or just plain stupid. I did know that he had more money than sense and he wanted me. Crazy, right? Plz R&RRated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 5 - Words: 20,289 - Reviews: 14 - Favs: 17 - Follows: 31 - Updated: 04-03-13 - Published: 06-29-12 - id: 3037338
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The only thing we have to fear is fear itself. And spiders.
I rummaged around in my purse for my keys so I could open the front door. I knew I had them in there somewhere, if only I could find them. I was just so glad to be out of the office. It was becoming hard to breathe in there, since I had to be with Christian the whole day. At lunch I thought I was going to get an hour of no-Christian but he didn't even go to lunch with his father. There were definitely some issues there.
Finally, I found key and I put it in the lock and turned. I stepped into the house and saw my sisters sitting around on the couch, watching TV.
"Finally, we thought you were never going to find those keys," Kienan said. I stared at her for a second. They knew I was out there and they didn't open the door? I tried to get mad at them but I was so drained that nothing came. I was just numb and for that I was glad. I dropped my keys on the table and climbed up the stairs to my room. My room was at the end, perpendicular to the corridor. I opened the door, walked over to the bed and fell down face first.
I kicked off my flats and turned around to look up at the ceiling. I was just so glad to be home and in my bed. I needed a good night's sleep and tomorrow, I was sure to feel better about the whole Christian thing. I groaned. It was going to take a very long time for me to be okay with it. I think I was starting to prefer Hannah as a boss. She was a bitch but at least she didn't want to get to know me.
I got up from the bed and walked over to my closet to change out of my clothes. I was so tried, I could hardly move. But this wasn't physical exertion, it was emotional. I wish there was a remedy for it but there wasn't. I wondered if every day with Christian was going to be like this. I was rethinking the whole 'us' thing. Oh, why did he have to be so perfect? I pulled on my sweats and a tank top and walked back to my bed. I lay down and stared up at the ceiling.
After a while, I heard the door open and the light came on. I blinked and leaned up on my elbows to see my sisters standing in the doorway. They walked over to the bed and clambered onto it. But there was only so much space on the bed, so Kienan pulled over my desk chair and sat down, putting her feet on the bed. I sat up and leaned against the head board. Sutton and Misha sat on either side of me and Rhian and Rayne were across from us. I looked over at Rayne.
"Hey, so what happened at school?" I asked. Rayne pulled up her legs and rested her chin on her knee.
"Well, we were hanging outside of school since we got there early, thanks to Sutton's crazy driving—"
"Hey, I am a very good driver," Sutton interrupted.
"When Dad or Boo drive us it takes like 20 minutes to get there and you took like 5 minutes," Misha said.
"Yeah, and I'm pretty sure you ran a red light," Rhian chimed in. Sutton gasped and put a hand over her heart. She was very sensitive about her driving.
"Alright, we can judge Sutton's driving skills later. So what happened while you were hanging out?" I asked.
"Right, so we're just randomly talking and Britta brings up the topic of me and Charlie and then he starts being a jerk saying it was doubtful that he and I were ever going to happen. And he was being so mean to me…" Rayne said and stopped to take a deep breath. I was starting to think this wasn't a good story. Britta was Rhian and Rayne's best friend and Charlie was her brother. Rayne had the biggest crush on him but the rest of us thought that Charlie was a totally jerk.
"Oh, this is my favorite part," Rhian said, clapping her hands. I smiled at her.
"So, anyway, Charlie was a jerk. But the best part is, there's this is guy in my class who's really shy but so incredibly handsome and he was just walking by and he overheard Charlie and he punched him," Rayne said. I sat up straight. Okay, well, I had no idea what the point of the story was.
"Whoa," Kienan said.
"Are you serious? He just punched Charlie?" Sutton asked.
"Yes, just out of the blue. I didn't even know what happened. But then afterwards, I was talking to him and he said that he thought I was wonderful and beautiful and he's wanted to ask me out for so long and then he did," Rayne said. I crossed my legs and leaned forward to grab her hand.
"Honey, that's great," I said. At least the ending of this day wasn't total crap. I was so happy that she'd finally found a cute guy. Rhian was nodding.
"He's a musician," Rhian said. I wiggled my eyebrows at Rayne.
"Way to go, Rayne," Kienan said.
"So dating a musician is good?" Misha asked.
"Dating a musician is very good, if you find the good ones," Sutton said. I leaned back against the headboard again just as my phone beeped, indicating I had a message. We all looked around to see where my purse was.
"Here," Kienan said, picking it up from the floor. She handed it to me and I pulled out my phone. Sutton took the purse and put it on the side table. I opened the message folder and my heart skipped a beat when I saw that the message was from Christian.
"Who is it?" Sutton asked.
"Oh, it's just work," I said. I clicked on the message and a single word popped on the screen.
I typed a quick reply. Hey.
"So how was your day?" Rhian asked. I looked up from the phone to find all of them staring at me. I felt heating rising up my face. It had nothing to do with Christian. It's just that they were all looking at me and I was the center of attention, which I didn't like.
"It was fine," I said.
"But," Kienan said. I shrugged.
"No, buts," I said. Sutton laughed.
"Oh, there totally a 'but'," Rayne said. I could feel the heat radiating off my body. Why were they talking about this? My phone beeped again and I looked down at the screen.
Are you thinking about me?
Oh god, I was going to die.
No. I replied.
His reply came back instantly.
Nut. I replied back.
I bit my lip to keep myself from smiling. Oh, how the hell could he affect me like this from the other side of the city? It was unnatural.
Meanie? What are you, five?
"Oh, wait, how's Christian Chamberlin?" Sutton asked.
"Perfect," Rayne replied.
"Who're you texting?" Kienan asked.
All of this happened at the same time and I didn't even have the time to reply before my phone was ripped out of my hands. I looked up in shock to see Rhian holding my phone.
"Rhian!" I cried. I leaned forward to take the phone out of her hand, but she passed it to Kienan, who threw it to Rayne, who then passed it to Sutton. Oh my god, please don't let them read my texts.
"Sutton, give it to me," I said through gritted teeth. This was not funny. I felt like I was going to die. They were being so cruel to me.
"No, I don't think I will," she said. She threw the phone over to Rayne and before I could take it out of her hand, Misha grabbed it, jumped off the bed and ran to a corner of the room. I got onto my knees and was about to go after her when I saw her look down at the phone and her eyes got wide. My breath caught in my throat.
"Yes?" I asked in a whisper.
"Why does Christian Chamberlin want to know if you're thinking about him?" Misha asked. Everyone turned to look at me in shock and then they jumped up and hurried over to Misha. They huddled around her and looked down at the phone. I groaned and grabbed the blanket, pulling it over my head. I just want to crawl into a hole. I felt someone grab the blanket and pull it. It fell to the ground and I covered my face with my hands.
"Is this for real?" Sutton asked. My phone beeped then and I grabbed it out of her hand and looked at the message.
Am I to assume you've stopped freaking out?
"I think that's her way of saying, this is for real," Kienan said. They jumped on the bed again and huddle around me. I quickly typed a reply to Christian.
Yes, kind of.
I looked up at my sisters and they were all looking with raised eyebrows. I took a deep breath. Alright, I was in a judgment free zone. I could tell them anything, considering I had to tell them or they were going to me torture me.
"Okay, this morning, I got stuck in the elevator with Christian—"
"Were you with him when I called?" Sutton asked.
"Yes, but that's not the end of it or the point of it. We're in the elevator and I don't know who is, so we have a conversation and we have a connection. Then it turns out that he's Christian Chamberlin and I am his assistant and then we're having a normal day and he tells me that he wants to know me," I said. I wanted to cry. I looked down at my phone and saw that Christian had replied to my text.
Can I know your sisters' names?
Because I am trying to get to know you.
"Put the phone away," Sutton said. I crossed my legs and put the phone in my lap, keeping it in the safety of my hands. I swallowed and wondered whether I should tell Christian. But then what about the whole keeping my personal life to myself at work thing? I would be going against myself. Although, this wasn't exactly work.
"How in the world did you sum all of that up into 'fine'?" Kienan asked.
"Explain yourself," Misha said. Oh great, now I had to explain myself to my eleven year old sister. This is not good. I was freaking out again. I took deep breaths and tried to remain calm.
"I don't have anything to explain, it's him," I said. I got up off the bed and made my way to the door.
"I'm going to order a pizza," I said. I opened the door and stepped out into the hallway. My phone rang in my hand, startling me and I looked down to see Christian's name flashing on the screen. Why won't he leave me alone? I opened the door to the washroom and stepped inside, closing and locking it behind me. I turned on the light and sat down at the edge of the bathtub. I answered the call.
"Are you freaking out again?" Christian asked, his beautiful voice flowing over to me.
"You're not leaving me with much choice," I said.
"Okay, now you're freaking me out," Christian said. I laughed.
"We can't exactly have a heart to heart. We're the same; we don't like talking about stuff. Neither one of us is going to find this whole 'getting to know you thing' easy," I said.
"I know that, but I also know that if I want someone to know me for who I am, it's you," Christian said. My heart skipped a beat at his words. We stayed silent for a moment, just listening to each other's breathing. I wanted him to know me, I was just scared. I was scared of what it would mean if I let him in. I was scared of what would happen. I was just scared. He wanted to know my sisters name and I figured that was a good place to start.
"Okay, after me, there's Sutton, then Kienan, then Rhian and Rayne and then the youngest is Misha," I said.
"Wow, how European. Okay, my turn. I'm an only child and I have been alone all my life and the closest thing I have to a sibling is my best friend, although he's very annoying, especially since I stole his dead grandmother's ring," Christian said. I wanted to laugh at the whole stolen ring thing but my heart was contracted in pain thinking Christian had been alone all his life.
"How come you've been alone? What about your parents?" I asked. I heard Christian laugh on the other side. But it wasn't a happy laugh; it was a bitter laugh.
"That's really a conversation for another day," Christian said. I opened my mouth and then closed it again. I didn't want to force him to tell me anything that he didn't want to tell me. I wanted to know but when he was ready to tell me, I am sure he will. I am sure he feels the same about whatever I choose to tell him.
"Does this mean the conversation is over?" I asked.
"I never said that. What's your favorite color?" Christian asked. I started to answer him but I closed my mouth when I realized that no one had ever asked me that question, ever. I mean, I think I have a favorite color; I just don't know what it is. I closed my eyes and tried to think about it.
"Kiera?" Christian asked.
"Just give me a minute, I need to think," I said.
"You need to think your favorite color?" Christian asked.
"Apparently," I replied. I tried to think of all the colors. I liked them all but which one was my favorite. Which color meant something to me? My mind wandered to this morning when Christian stepped into the elevator and our eyes connected.
"Grey," I said, before I could stop myself. I could practically sense his Cheshire cat grin. He knew the affect he had on me and he enjoyed it.
"Blue," he said softly. I felt heat rising up my face and I was glad that he couldn't see me. I fanned myself with my hand. It was getting incredibly hot in here.
"Are you blushing?"
"Am not," I said quickly, too quickly. Christian laughed.
"You have no idea what your blushes do to me. They tell me exactly what you're thinking," Christian whispered. My heart thudded inside my chest, stopped beating and then picked up double time. I wish I could see him right now. Somehow, I find comfort in just being around him, even though he's crazy. However, this is complicated. More complicated than I am ready to deal with right now.
"I'm guessing it's time to go," Christian said.
"Yeah, I'll see you tomorrow," I said.
"Yes. I think we should make these conversations a nightly thing," Christian said. I smiled.
"Only if you don't bring it up while we're at work," I said.
"It's a deal. Good night, Kiera," Christian said.
"Good night, Christian," I said. But neither one of us hung up the phone. I sat there on the edge of the bathtub, clutching the phone to my ear, refusing to hang up.
"Pizza's here," Kienan yelled. I guess they figured out I wasn't really ordering pizza. I looked down at my watch. I'd been in here for nearly half an hour. Wow. It didn't seem that long. I felt like I had just started talking to Christian and we had hours to go. We weren't done talking yet. Not yet.
"Now, I really have to go," I said.
"I know. So good night and enjoy your pizza. Oh, and don't forget to dream of me," Christian said. Instead of replying, I hung up the phone and shook my head. That man was going to be the death of me. I stood up and looked in the mirror. I was suffering from the after effect of Christian Chamberlin. My eyes were wide and my face was flushed and my heart was beating so fast, I thought it was going to stop. I turned on the tap and splashed cold water on face, trying to calm myself down. My phone beeped as I was reaching for the towel and I grabbed it to check the message. It was from Christian.
You're blushing. I wish I was there to see it.
I smiled widely and grabbed the towel. I wiped the water off my face and looked at the mirror one last time before I left the washroom. Downstairs, my family was busy talking over each other and watching the TV while having dinner. I went and grabbed a slice of pizza, sitting down on the couch beside Rayne. All I could think was I couldn't wait for the morning so I could see him again.
AN: Wow, two updates in two days. It's been a long time since that's happened. Let me know what you think. There are cookies in it for you. XOXO