The Mistress

Homesick

I was mostly up all night thinking of how it went well,  meeting with Luc again.

The main reason I may have had a change of heart  was after hearing what Dean said about me at the party,  we may have dated but we never had sex. He was just sour knowing I used to be engaged to Luc, I didn't know what went on between those two but I could see how each of them hated the other.

Last night's meet up went great.. It was unexpected but I knew the both of us were walking on broken shells with how cautious we are with the reaction of the other.

Getting out of my bed I stared at my clock,  red digits of 12:05am stared at me, midnight and I was very much awake. I couldn't sleep especially thinking about him and what we talked about,  he told me about the whole thing. Grabbing a sheer robe,  I covered myself though it was hardly a cover since it was see through and you could still see my black silk night gown.

"Crazy b!tch..." I whispered as I walked towards my living room, lightly touching my stereo it came to life with a song softly playing until it went full on Party music.. Listening to the lyrics I remembered him again,  those eyes that stared at me.

"It hurts that I remember every scar and i've learned that living is the hardest part... I can't believe what I did for love,  I can't believe what I did for us. " the singer's voice resonated in my living room and I figured it also echoed in the rest of the house.

My doorbell rang and I couldn't help but jump in surprise, grabbing a gun strapped underneath my coffee table, I cautiously walked towards the door with a gun raised up,  holding the doorknob I looked through the peephole and seeing the person standing outside I couldn't help but sigh.

Lowering my gun I opened the door and raised a brow at someone who I least expected it.

"What are you doing here Dean? "

He sighed and looked at me apologetic. Looking at his attire and his face,  he looked like he hasn't gotten any rest.

"Moira.. " he tried to reach for my hand and I swiftly pulled it away before he could take a hold of me.

"I asked a question and I have yet to receive an answer Mr. Marcelo. " I was snarky and I think its also because I didn't get a scoop out of my Ben and Jerry's Chocolate Fudge Brownie waiting for me on my kitchen counter.

"Moira.. I came here to apologize. It was out of line for me to speak that way about you and.. I just didn't want you to go back to him. "

I stared at him and sighed,  men.

"fine I forgive you now get out. " I walked past him,  opening my door I showed him the way out.

He turned and stared at me, I merely raised a brow at his hesitation. Shaking his head he walked out of my home, he whispers..

"I'm really sorry"

Closing my door, I stood there looking at the empty place.

"I am too. "

Dean coming here just ruined my buzz but it made me think of things through, it made me think of how I lived this game called life.

Walking towards the glass doors that led to the terrace,  I opened them wide - the wind gushed in making me feel the cold air coming in. Closing my eyes I remembered the dream I had before..

He comes home from work,  I greet him with the baby in my arms,  our eldest sitting in his high chair. He kisses me,  kisses the baby's head and feeds our eldest. He looks at me with a smile as if I made his day better with just my presence.

Opening my eyes I stared at the sight of buildings and lights in front of me, looking behind me,  there was no him..  There were no kids..  It was just me.

Wrapping my arms around me,  I reminisced those times he came up behind me,  held me against him with his own beefy arms wrapping themselves around me while he whispered "I love you" over and over again.

I cleared my throat,  walking away from the cold New York air. My phone rang loud making me jump in surprise, I grunted grabbing my phone off the speaker and answering with no hesitation.

"Moira?" I heard his voice,  he was tired and I could hear sleep chasing him.

"Luc? What are you doing up so late?" he was breathing heavily and I thought I heard him wince.

"Moira.. " he grunted and I immediately knew what's wrong.

"Luc where are you?! "

I was driving like a wild person, stopping at the bar,  Michael and the others were already there and they were trying to stand him up.

"Luc! " I ran towards him,  grabbing his waist he winced and I pulled away looking at his bloody shirt it looked like he was shot or stabbed..  I couldn't really tell with how blood coated him.

"Moira.. " I looked at him really worried,  he looked back at me with such an intense aura.

"Moira darling..  What are you wearing? " he asked as I took notice of what I was wearing..  I was wearing my silk night gown and the sheer robe. I looked around me and his men stared at me.

"Well what the fuck are you lot staring at?!  He's injured! " I fumed and pointed towards Luc who just chuckled.

"Don't even start with me Fiore. " I smacked his wound making him howl in pain.

"What the fuck woman?! " He glared at me and I did so back.

We moved him to his car so that we can go home.. Home..  The word repeated in my head,  I once called a lot of places home as long as he was with me.

I drove my car,  following the line of theirs. It was a silent drive until he spoke up..

"Marry me. " I was surprised that I suddenly swerved from the line making us both scream with how I was so close hitting another car,  regaining control once more I turned to stare at him.

"You're crazy Luca. " I breathed hard and so does he. There goes his intense eyes again,  those passionate eyes..

"Marry me Moira.. " he repeated again and I shook my head.

"Ask me again next time. "

He turned away with a big smile on his face and whispering a little..

"That wasn't a no.. "