When I woke up the next morning, the bed next to me was empty again. Are you serious? If I didn't know better, you'd think he'd avoid me.
Annoyed, I got up and got ready for work. When I got to the kitchen I found another cup of coffee and a note from Thiago:
Sorry little one had to leave right away . Will be later again tonight . I promise to take time for you on the weekend . Thiago
I carelessly put the note back on the counter. On the weekend? Would it be like this every day now? I knew that he had a lot of work and is busy, but it bothered me.
I got to the office on time and started to work. At noon I spent my time with Jeff and Alexa again. I usually worked until 7 p.m. because Thiago wasn't at home anyway. At least I was able to use my time wisely and get some things done.
It went like this for the whole week until it was finally Saturday. I didn't even speak to Thiago in person. I mostly slept until he came home. He then murmured something like good night into my hair and put his arm around me. In the morning he was gone again. But today was Saturday. He promised to take his time over the weekend.
Although he had to go back to the office, he left me a message that he would be back at around 6:00 p.m. and that we would spend the evening together.
I was happy. I really did. Although we slept in the same bed that night, I missed him. his touches. his kisses His laugh. His looks as he looked at me.
I went for a coffee with Alexa at lunchtime and in the afternoon I prepared myself for Thiago. I showered extensively, shaved all over my body, wanted my hair elaborately, and painstakingly put on make-up. I put on a tight, tight black dress. It accentuated my figure perfectly at the bottom and showed enough cleavage to drive him crazy.
After I was satisfied with my appearance I started eating. I wanted to cook for him. Entrecoté with duke potatoes and homemade herb butter.
After 49 minutes everything was ready and satisfied I drank a sip of wine. It was just before six and Thiago would be there soon.
The next time I checked my phone it was 7.45pm. I was disappointed. I blew out the candles on the dining room table and left the food as it was presented.
Then I picked up my phone again and wrote Thiago a message:
Alea: where are you?
Thigao: sorry honestly. It still takes.
Alea: Thanks for letting me know!!!
Thiago: Alea please don't be angry. It wasn't intentional, there's a lot going on right now.
I decided not to answer anymore. Idiot. I felt so stupid. I picked up my cell phone again. This time I called Andy. He immediately answered and reassured me. I should come to him in the bar immediately and he will give me a martini on ice. The idea sounds good. I liked his suggestion.
Without thinking further, I put on my high heels, grabbed my small clutch and went into the elevator. After all, all the make-up and the tear-up wasn't entirely in vain.
I got to the bar and Andy was already waiting for me with the drink. Thank God. Just right. He just always knows what I need in moments like this.
Andy made me think differently. He distracted me and talked a bunch of crap that made me laugh. It was half past twelve in the morning and Andy was finally off work.
"So darling and now we're going to party" he told me before he pulled me off the bar stool. "What?" I asked confused. "You've understood me. You need fun. Let's party a bit with your best friend, so let's go - don't talk back." he persuaded me. And he was right. How long have we not been out together? Even if I have a bad premonition creeping in. Thiago will not like that. Speaking of Thiago.
For the first time in hours I pulled my cell phone out of my pocket. 6 missed calls. 3 messages from him. oh shit Before I could answer, Andy took the phone from me. "Forget it. He can wait."
"Shouldn't I let you know that I'm traveling with you?" I openly admitted. "Like he always calls you. Forget it sweetie. Let him stew. He needs that." I don't know if andy's tips are always the best. That might work for a normal man. But not with Thiago. He is, let's say, special and already very bossy. Regardless, my cell phone was gone and we were on our way to the club.
...we danced the whole night through. I haven't had this much fun in a long time. We laughed, drank cocktails and tried out previously unknown dance moves. I actually forgot the time and didn't even have to think about Thiago... But slowly I realized how tired I was.
Andy took my signal and we stepped into the night, out of the club. The cool air hit me immediately. "Come on sweetie I'll take you home" Andy said as he called a taxi to us.
"Not home to the penthouse," I mumbled. "Are you sure?" Prodded Andy. I nodded. Yes that was me.
We reached the skyscraper in which Thiago's penthouse apartment was located. I said goodbye to Andy, gave him a kiss on the cheek, and walked inside.
The building is heavily guarded and like mine, there was a porter. He already knew me and gave me a polite nod before I ran into the elevator and punched in the pin on the keypad that took me straight to the top floor.
The typical "bing" sounded and the elevator doors opened. It was dark in the apartment and tired, I pulled my high heels off my feet.
I turned on the light and that's when I saw him. I stumbled back a few steps in fright. Thiago sat on the armchair, in his hand a glass with brownish liquid and his eyes sharp as a knife. He eyed me. From head to toe. Don't take your eyes off me. He was angry. Really angry. His dark brown eyes really pierced me.
I made no noise. The moment was too tense.
I slowly approached him, but kept my eyes down. He took a deep sip from his glass.
"Where have you been?" He finally pierced the silence. I could guess from the tone of his voice that he had to hold back with all his might.
"I was at Andy's in the bar," I whispered barely audibly. Ales what was wrong with you? You're usually not that shy. After all, I didn't do anything illegal.
Abruptly, Thiago got up and yelled at me "don't lie to me" at that moment I only saw the glass fly past me and shatter on the wall behind me with a loud rattle.
I winced, only now realizing how angry he really was.
"I'm not lying," I said in a shaky voice. "I was there and then after Andy had finished work we danced in a club. That's all," I continued to justify myself.
"Not more?" he spat. "I've called you x times, texted you and you're not even on your damn phone. I come home, very full table, worried about you and you? You go to a club party dressed like a whore and let hundreds of cocks tease and touch you and say to me after you get home at 4am that's all?"
Okay wow what did he just say to me? My shaking slowly disappeared and anger boiled up in me.
"
I was with my best friend from Thiago. Nobody touched me. I...I'm not dressed like a hooker...that's the dress I originally put on for you today"
I defended myself.
"Listen, you say it yourself, you put it on for me and not for all the bastards in the club," he hissed on. He was still beside himself with anger.
"It's probably better if I go now," I said coolly. It really was. He should calm down first.
"If you go now Alea Miles, then you need to set foot here again, do you hear me? I'm completely serious".
I stopped on the way to the elevator. Was he serious?
I was torn. If I left now, I would show him his limits. He couldn't freak out like that, berate me, even throw a glass at me for something that's not bad at all and put pressure on me now. On the other hand, I actually wanted to be with him, close to him, even if he's such an idiot right now. After all, I love him. However, what if I stay? That would be kind of damn toxic.
Fuck.