Lonely

Tyler's POV

I led her to my study, a place I hadnt been to days after the accident that had nearly crumpled my life.

The room was crammed with cobwebs in all corners as I would never let anyone in even for a cleanup.

Suzzie pushed herself infront of me, quick to turn up the lights before she turned back to face me.

"This was my father's study room before he passed away. He was much of a bookworm." I started.

We combed through the aisle of shelves of books. "How did you hear about the job opening?" I asked her.

"Saw it on an advertisement on television." She replied.

"I suppose you must have known about how I came about in a wheelchair?"

Her eyes fell on me. "I've heard snippets. Something about some distangled engagement."

I laughed to that, something I had never done and her eyes lit up at my reaction.

"I wish I could roll back the hands of time. And you're right, I should live instead of wallowing in self pity. I was writing a book about visiting Venice. Isabella, my ex-fiancee wasn't aware of it but she'd caught me at some time writing."

Her eyes were fastened on me, patient for more of my stories but they were strikingly pulling me in.

I wish I was standing close to her, perhaps to get a much better view of what it would feel like to look into her eyes.

Was she someone I could trust? Could I let her in into my world?

"My father had taken me to Venice when I was but a boy. I was planning to have my honeymoon over there, but after the accident... I looked down at the book and thew it into this room. I had no idea where it must have landed as I threw anything that was in my path," I paused, shaking my head at the memory.

I had no idea why I was letting her in on that, but I felt she was like the calm to a raging storm.

"I would want to continue writing the book. "The complexities and luxuries of Venice" that's the tittle," I laughed in spite of myself.

It was funny as how I'd frantically fought to remember the title of the book while I was alone, but being with her, it just snapped at me without much of a hassle.

"Are you okay?" I had to ask.

"Yes, I am," she nodded, "I'm just taken aback to the fact that you're a writer. Writing is a heavy task, and to cultivate such a time to writing means you really had your heart in it."

I felt my heart leaped out of me. Why had I been so blind in noticing this part of her?

She was well knowledgeable for a farmer's daughter.

"The problem we would only have here is that we don't know where exactly the book is. Like you said, it could be anywhere and I would definitely love to see what are in the pages," her lips stretched into a broad smile.

"That's one of the tasks I would love to continue. Can that be included?"

Her brows twitched. "That's more of a brainstorming task, Mr. Skyler. We want something outerior, something that will find us outside this house."

The way she kept emphasizing on the possessive pronoun "we," somehow it sprouted warm feelings over me.

She was different.

A trait Isabella had lacked.

Now, why the hell was I comparing her to my ex-fiancee?

Suzzie Meyer was only my caregiver and nothing more.

But, the way she talked to me, with me - it was as if she understood me on a deeper level. The way her eyes smiled at me - was I reading a different meaning into all of her affections for me?

"I'd reached out to your mother earlier today. I needed to go shopping to buy some groceries."

"I thought mother had that already settled." I responded to that.

"It seems we need more." She shrugged.

"Let that be the first then," I said without thinking.

"First what?" She scoffed.

"I will like to go shopping with you."

She let out a chortle. "You can't be serious."

"I am," I laughed alongside, "I'll just ring up my driver and ...." I stopped, maybe I was getting ahead of myself.

What if I become a liability?

I mean after all I was. Why else was mother attending all of my business meetings?

Why else was Wayne Handler, my personal assistant handling the affairs of the company?

Certainly because I was a liability to them.

What good would I be to them all?

To her, I may just seem like the sort of lonely man to her.

"Sure, we can go together," she smiled at me, breaking through my thoughts. "But we would ring up your driver to keep him aware."

I had never felt so giddy in my life.

I had already written down my other three "things to do" before she served me dinner.

And to have her being inquisitive, I also didn't show her my list.

I reached out to Kim, my driver who was quite surprised to hear from me. He assured me he would show up unfailingly the next day.

When she came to see me one last time, I just wouldn't stand the thought of staying away from her.

"What would you be doing?"

"Once I'm up in my room, I'll be in my bed. Or do you need me for anything?" Her eyes sought me.

"I'll like to watch a movie with you if you don't mind."

The shock on her face was evident. Instead, she masked that with her usual smiles.

"I would love to, Mr. Skyler. But perhaps next time." Her words came out subtle as my gaze held her.

Even as she placed me in bed, I could smell the sweet saint of soaps lingering on her body.

Feminine, soft and sweet...

I was just a lonely man seeking company.