I had three back-to-back meetings with private investors who were interested in my textile company, and as I planned on how best to have a merger with China's best textile company, a call came through from Vivian. I rarely ever put my phone on silent during meetings because I only had four contacts on my phone: Aunt May, Jacque, Vivian, and the recent addition, Charlotte. I never expected any of them to call me lest it was an emergency, so this call caught me by surprise. The bad kind… I swiped left, declining the call and returning my focus back to the meeting. Whatever Vivian was calling me for was surely less important than a ten billion-dollar-worth merger. After the meeting, I called her back. “Hello?” “Really Lucas? Since when do you decline my calls?” “What is it, Vivian?” I asked, my rising anger being laced with impatience. “Gee- okay…I just wanted to see if you wanted to have lunch with me at Le Bernardin. My mouth craves some seared foie gras, and Jacque said the chef
After the meeting was over for the first day, all I wanted to do was go home and sleep. I call for a cab and head back to the house, hoping to catch some sleep before I could carry on with my docket for the evening which mostly included calling Terrence, calling my father, calling Kerrington, and calling Rita. Those few calls would end up covering all the catch-up with all my special people as my father would literally have the entire family including Aunt May, huddle together to receive updates as if I was a news broadcaster. Rita was currently working at a fashion house in Los Angeles. She had always been fascinated and passionate about fashion, and she managed to finally live her dream through design after she got some connections, all thanks to her partner, Luisa, who worked there too. I was so happy for her, and our face times were our only source of connection, at least until I could save up enough to visit her in LA. The distance back to the house seemed longer as more people
I stood at the entryway of my house, thinking of how best to throw her a surprise. I had not had a chance to welcome her royally into the house and back into my life. I summoned Jacque as he had often worked with my party planners and hence had some ideas on how best to create a dreamy surprise for her. I did not know much about the planning aspect of surprises and did not bother learning either. “Oui Monsieur, you called,” he said, making a half bow. More times than I ought to, I prohibited him from saluting me whenever I called, but Jacque insisted on performing his etiquette rites as a form of respect and honor. Seeing that my words were falling on deaf ears, I conceded defeat and instead glowed in the glory. “Yes, Jacque! Kindly oversee the preparation of multiple delicacies for Charlotte. I would like for us to welcome her into our abode the Lucas Benjamin way. Order the freshest and finest from the groceries store and get her some red wine, it’s her favorite.” A smile crept
“This is quite an extravagant surprise, I must say,” words finally came out of my mouth. Jacque was standing beside me, his eyes cast on the table before us, ensuring everything was set where it was supposed to be. “Thank you, Lucas. Really, you didn't have to.” I added, sharing eye-contacts him. He moved away from Vivian as if she was suffering from a deadly illness, and stood near the rails, his hands in his pockets. “It was no bother,” he replied, shrugging his shoulders calmly. I could not keep my eyes off them, as they stood on the higher floor, together. Vivian left the vicinity and disappeared into the right wing where her room was. I shifted uneasily as we all watched her leave, giving her her moment to grace us with her astonishing beauty. I was envious of her, truth be told. She was a successful lady with a lot to admire – her confidence, her arrogance, her self-awareness, all these were traits I lacked. I admired her clothes, she always seemed to look flashy and on-tren
I had a piece of everything I could devour, and the satisfaction that I felt afterward was one for the books. The juices in every bite and the crunch in every pastry were exactly what I needed in my life. Jacque poured me a glass of vintage wine from France which contained some espresso and chocolate flavor, leaving my tongue craving more of the tannic drink. “Thank you, Lucas. This was amazing!” I told him, looking at him as he sat casually on the seat, barely touching his food. His eyes were cast on me still, which made me feel naked again. “Lucas! Did you hear me?” I asked, concerned. Still, he did not shift his eyes, which were now traveling down my chest. I hit my fork lightly on the fork, which made him snap back to the dining room. “Huh? Sorry! You said something?” He asked, embarrassed that he had been caught red-handed. “Are you okay?” “Yeah, yeah, don't mind me. I'm good.” He cleared his throat, changing positions on his seat. He was sitting across from me, and his
I stayed in my room, thinking about Charlotte. She had enjoyed the surprise I had Jacque prepare for her, which filled me with contentment. As I lay on my bed, I could not help but anxiously wonder where our date tomorrow would be. As much as I had looked forward to having a swim with her, this other option was much better. We had not heard a serious conversation since her arrival, and I felt both scared and hopeful that we would get a chance tomorrow. I made a mental note to ask my assistant to find the best restaurants to take her, as I rarely ever put much thought into dates. When I moved to New York, my heart was still broken by the distance between Charlotte and I. When girls tried to flirt with me on campus, I would bawl them away disinterested. When Mark and I became close, he often tried showing me the tricks of dating, assuming that I was just scared to confront girls. The truth of the matter was that I was not interested in anyone else but my Lotte. As late as I was in pr
I opened the door to see Vivian leaning on my door frame with a bottle of scotch in her hand. She seemed pretty drunk already, and if not for her slight stagger, I would have failed to notice as she perfectly applied make-up did not give any hint of insobriety. She smiled when our eyes met, and I could not help but ponder on whether she had heard my moans before. For how long had she been standing there? “Hi Vivian, how long have you been standing there?” I voiced out my thoughts unconsciously, worried about what she might think of me. “Oh, why darling? Were you having a sex chat?” She laughed, as she staggered into my room, not awaiting a welcome. As much as I admired her, I despised how socially intelligent she was. “No, I just-“ “Don’t fret about it, honey! It’s acceptable.” She fell on my bed, which sprang her up as soon as she landed as if her weight had taken it by surprise. I walked towards her, shutting the door behind me as I heard another door along the hallway open.
I woke up a few minutes before my alarm rang, and popped into the shower, feeling energetic for the day. I played some old nineties, pumping myself with some Nirvana and 2Pac, as I readied myself for the day. My office calendar displayed only two appointments and one meeting with the board, which was a pretty good thing for me as I had fewer people to worry about. I had asked my assistant to reschedule everything else that came past one o’clock in the afternoon, as I planned to close my business day by noon. I picked up my black jeans, while polo t-shirt, and a black leather jacket, and paired them with white Nikes. The casual look was set to make Charlotte more comfortable during our lunch date, as suits had a tendency of bringing unnecessary attention my way. I walked out of the room, singing along to Lionel Richie’s Stuck on You, as I set my Ray-Ban sunglasses on my t-shirt neckline. I passed by Charlotte’s room and heard no movement. There was no light seeping out either. Instin