'LEWIS', It came out as a frail whimper before she scoffed, 'You're in here'.
'Well', he softly derived, 'The last time I checked, I owned the place'.
'You mean The Apartment', she corrected waspishly.
His unanticipated leer to her quick comment made a slight tingle crawl up her spine.
'Can I come in?'. He derived
'Well, the last time I checked, Lewis, you owned the place', She said sardonically as she whirled further into the room signaling for him to come in.
He snickered, 'Clever Emily', he complimented as he came in.
Emily's eyes swept over the room before she sat on the bed. Lewis came in, only he did not seat. He stood erect, firm and stiffened. Emily's arms further relaxed on the cozy sheets, her gaze narrowed as she took note of his rather
inappropriate constraint. He looked so rigid, he looked unable to ease his tension.
Emily scuffed, 'Do you need an invite to seat too', she derived.
At first he said nothing as Emily tried to read his icily drawn facial expression. But after he offered a small snicker, he said, 'I see you're still in your bathrobes. Do you need to get dressed, I can come back later'.
Was he being neural?
Emily asked her self taken aback.
She looked at her self before offering a gaze of pure confusion.
'There's nothing wrong with what I'm wearing, this is a very thick and original bathrobe. Best quality', she assured him.
His brows furrowed, 'Guess so', he firmly derived as he walked towards the sofa, and got seated.
'But what if I was indecent', she suddenly derived, 'Aren't we husband and wife. This shouldn't come as a novelty to us. But it is a novelty to me that you sleep in a different room'.
His expression suddenly changed, it suddenly became softer, 'I don't sleep with anyone', he resulted.
'Why?', she told out.
'It's the way I am. It's the way I've always been', he denoted.
Emily let out a small abrade, 'Okay'.
Her gaze veered towards him. Even seated, he seemed unyielding. Shielded and nervous. He was stiff, he didn't move and he wasn't being natural.
'So how are you fitting in here?', he asked.
'The Apartment. It's, really enormous. That I can give it. Very quiet and peaceful. Very grey'. She denoted in a soft tone.
'I'm glad that you like it?', his confusion to her comment rang clear.
'I do, I do like it', she sharply averted, 'It's just, it's just i didn't expect it to be so soon. Just earlier today I was, single. But now I'm married. It's very new to me and so much of a tailspin for just one day you know'.
His gaze's intensity lessened, 'If it makes you feel any better, It's new to me too. I've never wanted to try again'.
'Try again? You've been married?', she asked confused.
'As a matter of private records, yes', he curtly derived.
'hmn', she derived in awe. She hadn't expected that.
'Is there a problem?', he asked
She stared at him for a while, unable to anticipate what to say next.
'And my things. I wasn't, really given enough time to pack up. My things are....
'You'll be getting them tomorrow. I'll arrange for everything you need as to commence your living here', he wondered into her icily drawn eyes, 'Anything else?'.
Emily remained quiet for a while, her eyes darted around as she sighed in wonder, 'What about a white wedding', She suddenly averted.
Lewis clenched his teeth giving a tightening vein popping out of his jaw
'White gowns and flowers? that's not something I know', he defended.
Emily did not do a very good job at hiding her disappointment. If there's one thing she had on her vision board, it was a grand white wedding. where she would have worn her preppy big white gown and be led to the aisle where her groom awaited. Heart beating fast as colours of promises welcomed her into life as a married woman.
She had not expected her wedding day to be one documented in papers and a contract.
Lewis saw the sign, the disappointed look on her face.
'If it makes you feel any better, I do wedding rings', he conferred as he reached from within his suit bringing out a small jewelry box. He opened it and Emily had never seen anything gleam and glow as the bijou ring did. It was portable, adorned with platinum that shimmered like stars. She stared at it, dumbfounded for a while and was unusure what to do or say now.
He crossed over and found himself seated next to her, close to her, too close. And immediately, Emily caught her breathe at the raw savage beauty of his harshly defined face. His scent was eccentric. A mix of rain and wet earth, it drove her crazy, tipping her hormonal buttons ON.
'Give me your hand, Emily', Something about the way he said her name was entrancing. And as he took her hands in his, in attempt to put on the ring, she felt a warmth that didn't correspond to his aura in any way possible. A warmth that defiled his icy eyes and gave rise to a part of him many didn't think existed. The electricity ran through her veins and she shuddered, flipping her hands out of his as soon as he was done.
Lewis noticed this. He noticed she had felt the same shock that lit up when they touched. Good for him, he was able to hide the effects her warmth had caused on him. He had not felt that kind of warmth since Irene—
He quickly snapped out of his thoughts.
' Okay then, I'll leave you to it', he said as he begun to rise when Emily gave a frail touche to his his arm, ' Thank you Lewis', she said as she winced substandardly.
'You're welcome', he whispered, 'Good night'.
Emily watched the broad back of her husband as he walked out of the room.
Not long after, she had gone to bed too.
*********
The soft playing piano got Emily to flutter her eyes open. 12:32 AM, the clock read and all Emily could think of was who was playing past midnight. Without thinking it through due to her sleep deprived mind, she got up and begun stroding downstairs.
Lewis was seated behind the grand piano playing a Claudio Arrau piece. It was beautiful, soft, slow but emotionless. She went further to him and leaned by the space offered to her by the grand piano.
' This is so cold, everything you offer is so cold', she said and was instantly obscure to why he had given a small smile to her comment. But she wasn't wrong, the piece he was playing, compared to the original, was void of all emotions.
'I'd love to prove you wrong', he said as he gave a small pat on the null space besides him gesturing for her to seat. She sat, got comfortable and watched as he begun playing the piano. And she had immediately eaten up her words. This wasn't cold, it was beautiful. This piece he had played was sensual and soft and she found her self immediately entranced. But she had never heard this piece before.
And it was quite a shock that he had created this piece himself. Giving a small sign, she didn't realize she had leaned against his shoulder. He stopped playing, and she anticipated why. She abruptly got head away from the gap between his shoulder and neck.
'I'm sorry', she babbled out.
He didn't say anything, his face was emotionlessly drawn. She knew she had messed up.
'I didn't realize what I had gone and done', she went on, 'I really am—', she wasn't given the chance to complete that apology. In one swift lesson, Lewis had taught her the key to a French kiss. As his lips consumed hers, in tongue and teeth, she could feel the rising surge of sensual awareness explode into a flow of erotic delight. Never had she felt this way in her life. She had never felt so sexually aware with anyone. And this was why his abrupt curb of the kiss they had shared left her disturbed. He averted his face away, as if irritated or annoyed and Emily felt like a poisonous dagger had been stabbed up her spine. She was angered, and sad in a way she could not explain. She saw this as a signal to leave and so she did and didn't look back.
Insulted, provoked was how she felt. What did he take her for, a joke. Emily tried her best to calm down as she sat on the soft matress.
Burying herself under the sheets, she closed her eyes and tried to get some rest.