Lucian

Chapter 2

I think we need to have a little talk, woman to skank

— Jeaniene Frost

Chapter 2

It was strange going apartment hunting with no one to have as company. It was the first time I had to do such a thing with no one to consult with, and although it was frightening; it felt so liberating.

Engrossed in my own thoughts, I had trailed after the agent and pretended to take in each information she was piling on with the occasional nod of my head. From the moment I stepped foot in this small but beautiful apartment, I knew it would be my new place. I had no desire to waste time, either mine or the poor agent's.

"Is this your first place in London?" The agent asked me, her smile so bright in this murky weather London had blessed us this day. I smiled back at her, pushing my hair out of my face. "It is. I've lived in Brighton ."

Although Brighton had been my home for the past few years, the entirety of my childhood and adolescence years were spent in London. My parents endeavoured to create a very rich childhood for their only daughter before they decided to retire in the quiet city of Brighton.

"Oh, aren't you going to love this vibrant city? There are loads of..." My mind had wandered off again, cutting off whatever she had planned to say to sell this place further to me. Poor lady, I was already sold and counting down the days to move in.

The apartment was fairly small, something my screaming pocket allowed me to get. A modern open plan living room facing the skyline of the city. The walls were white; the floor made of grey wood, and it was furnished with simple white furniture. I couldn't wait to get my hands stuck in the designs and to get some character in this place.

"Have you got any questions?" the agent asked me, sounding cheerful. She must be fantastic at her job if she could maintain this much enthusiasm whilst selling homes.

I shook my head. "I'm going to go for this." I told her with a smile.

After that, it was quick work signing documents and doing any relevant checks. I had my keys the following evening.

A few weeks went by, busy shoveling in both new and old furniture, rearranging the whole place until I was satisfied. And now, I sat on my sofa, a nice fleece blanket wrapped around me as I blew over my steaming mug. A nice excellent coffee and a movie was just starting to play. Call this bliss.

I hummed to myself, revelling in the first evening I have without hauling in boxes. I purposely ignored the left over boxes in the small bathroom next to the front door. I couldn't possibly do everything within weeks of moving in. My muscles were sore and my bones were aching. My gratefulness to have a bath in my en-suite was everlasting.

A meow came from the floor and I peeked over and saw my little Persian cat, Armani, staring up at me with his big, wide eyes. He waited for my signal, and I moved my cup aside and patted my leg. "Up you get then."

The opening music of Harry Potter blasted through my speakers, and I quickly reached for the remote, pressing down on the volume. Armani turned to look at the speakers, his tiny ears following the sound.

I snuggled in further, only to get interrupted by another sound. This time it was my phone.

With a heavy sigh, I reached for my phone that was resting on my coffee table. It was Lucian calling.

My heart skipped a beat at seeing his name appear on my screen. I hadn't heard from him since the day at his office. I half contemplated to call him, to ask what was happening with Chloe. Every day, I told myself not to call and be a pest.