"No dear. You don't get to ask me personal questions. We are not friends. You are here to do a job for me, and that is it."
Her cold shut down made me flush red all over. And my heart ached from the humiliation and embarrassment of it all.
"I am sorry," I apologised in a low dull tone. My sadness obvious in my voice. But she pretended not to notice. Instead she took the last wine inside her glass and got to her feet.
I wasn't done with mine yet, but I dropped the glass on the table and joined her on my feet.
My mood just plummeted and right now I didn't want to be around her.
I don't know why I keep forgetting what a cold hearted human being she is.
When we entered the car, the atmosphere became a little tensed. I was annoyed with her. The way she spoke to me earlier was uncalled for.
She didn't need to humiliate me like that.
I stared out of the window as the car started to move.
There were a lot of exciting things to see as we drove through the streets and high way, but I couldn't muster any atom of happiness even as my eyes kept watching them.
"I am sorry," I heard her say few minutes into the drive. I didn't respond immediately but kept my eyes fixed intently out of the window.
"For what?" I grudgingly responded, still staring out of the window.
"The way I spoke to you earlier. I didn't mean to shut you down in such a rude manner, but you must understand Emma. This is just work. You are not here to be my friend."
I scoffed bitterly at her words. "As if anyone could be friends with you with your cold attitude," I mumbled more to myself.
"What was that?"
"Nothing," I answered flatly, given her a cold look.
She rolled her eyes at me. "You clearly said something, and you know I hate it when you mumble."
I stopped myself from rolling my eyes again.
"I said I understand perfectly. We are not friends. I am just a hooker here to fuck your husband for whatever reason. Then I wonder, if you didn't want to get personal why did you kiss me?" I stared boldly at her.
The shutters fell over her eyes. They looked so vacant and cold that they appeared dead.
"That was a mistake, it will never happen again," she said coldly.
Auch!
Her words wasn't supposed to hurt the way it did. We are strangers. Nothing between us. So why is the little organ inside my chest aching from her dismissal of the kiss.
"Good. I hate being taken advantage of," I snarled coldly. I looked away from her and faced front.
I wished that the journey will end soon so I can get away from her. Her presence was irritating me. And I felt as if I was about to cry which in itself was humiliating enough.
Why was I reacting this way to this woman. I have met a lot of women just as stunning as her, but none of them provoked any reaction in me.
But her. It is like every fibre of my being is attuned to her.
She stared at me strongly but I refused to look in her direction.
"I am sorry. Wasn't my intention to annoy you with my actions," she said curtly.
Annoyance was a far cry from the emotion her kiss aroused inside me, but she doesn't need to know her.
I ignored her apology and started to press my phone.
We continued the rest of the journey in silence.
The car slowed down and then drove into an underground car park.
This time Amelia didn't wait for Rocky and opened the door for herself.
I did as well and came down from the car.
Rocky was doing a good job of appearing invisible, despite his amazing height six feet five, and huge muscle bulk.
I wondered if he is used to his mistress having a spat with hookers she hired to fuck her husband.
We made our way to what is probably the back entrance to the building.
Rocky opened the narrow door and stepped aside for us to enter.
"Wait for me here, I won't be long," Amelia instructed him.
"Yes ma," he said politely and then headed back towards the car.
Amelia and I walked the short distance to the lift, and when the door closed behind us the small space became even smaller.
There was a thick tension between us that you could probably cut it with a knife.
I tried to distract myself with my phone, but it wasn't working. I was intensely aware of the woman beside me.
My inability to ignore her presence like the way she was effortlessly ignoring mine pisses me off so much that I wanted to bang something.
The lift stopped and then the door slowly opened.
Amelia was the first to walk out, and then me.
Stretched out on either side of us was a long corridor, white painted walls, and dark ash wooden floor.
"You are in room 1112," she said out loud and then started in the direction of the said room.
I followed behind her, not saying a word.
Along the way we passed a few of residents in the building before we finally got to the door .
Unlike the wall, the door had a red coating with a golden mental handle.
Amelia searched the designer hand bag perched on her forearm for something. Her searching lasting few seconds, after which she came away with a small bunch of keys.
"Your house keys, including your car key."
I gave her a look of surprise. "You got me a car?"
"Yes. You need something to get around. I can't linger much longer as I have an engagement this evening with my husband. The house is furnished and equipped with everything you need. I will come around tomorrow for us to discuss the plan."
She walked away before I could open my mouth to thank her.
I stared after her form as she headed towards the lift, the key she just handed me dangling from my fingers.
I didn't move until she was out of my sight, and then I exhaled heavily wondering if coming here was a mistake.
I opened the door and walked in.
The apartment was small, but cute. And very furnished like she said. The stuffs weren't too expensive, but they weren't shabby either.
It has a living room space, kitchen. A bedroom, and then separate toilet and bathroom. Which is nice.
The bed was queen sized, a cute lamp table beside it. There is a reading desk not to far from it.
The closet wasn't far from the bed. There wasn't a lot of space in the room. But it felt warm and cozy.
I like it.
There wasn't much in terms of decoration or stuff on the wall. It looked like my apartment in New York.
Did she copy exactly what I had in New York?
I didn't think Amelia was capable of being considerate. Cold, rude, bossy. Those I could easily characterise her with.
I threw myself on the bed, moaning as the soft white sheets caressed my body and welcomed me into their slightly cold arms.
I was so exhausted both mind and body that all I wanted to do was sleep, but the universe had other plans.
My phone started ringing.
"Shit!" I exclaimed in fright not expecting the sudden blaring sound that broke the silence in the room.
Maybe I should put my phone in vibration, or else the damn thing is gonna scare me to death.
I hissed when I looked at the screen and saw who it was. I pressed the ignore button, hoping that he would take the hint.
He didn't.
The phone started ringing again as soon as it stopped.
I knew he wasn't going to stop until I picked, so I did.
"What do you want?" I snapped into the phone.
"Emma?"
"Who else?" I rolled my eyes.
"I am sorry."
I rolled my eyes again. I hate it when he apologises so much. He does it so frequently that the word has lost its meaning when it comes to him.
"Don't apologise Tony, just tell me why you are calling."
"I am…"
"Tony, I swear if you say you are sorry one more time I will end this call."
"I am…"
"Tony!"
"Sorry. I went to your apartment but you weren't there."
I shook my head at him. He can't help himself, can he? And I should probably ask for my key back when I get back.
"That is because I am not around."
"Oh. Did you travel?"
"Yes."
"Where?"
I was about to answer when a knock sounded on my door.
"Someone is at the door." I got up from the door and made my way to the door.
I opened it to find a mouth watering specimen of manhood waiting on the other side