Before I could say anything he gave me that devilish smile of his and quickly unlocked the door. He left me feeling satisfied and flushed wondering if anyone noticed we were gone. Not that I really cared.
I waited a few minutes then left the laundry room wanting nothing more than all the guests to leave so I could give Michael the fucking of his life.
But with his partner still rambling on about Prague I was going to have to wait another hour or so. Everyone cleared out by midnight. Our overnight guests had gone almost immediately to bed and the wait staff we had hired had the entire house cleaned up by one o’clock.
They all got paid overtime for working on the holiday plus a bonus Michael insisted we give them. I wasn’t all that happy about that. They did a mediocre job at best. But none of the guest complained so I chose not to to Michael, anyway.
Michael was right that there were a couple more presents he hadn’t given me earlier in the day. He waited until we had an audience before he got down on one knee and proposed. I knew it would happen. Finally, I could breath easier.
Once we were alone in the bedroom I was wound up like a top. With the embers still smoldering between my legs and the excitement of the six karat diamond on my hand I ready to fuck but the alcohol had finally caught up to him. Michael was asleep the second his head hit the pillow.
There was nothing for me to do but go back downstairs and have another slice of chocolate cake from the party. It would mean an extra fifteen minutes on the stair-stepper but it would be worth it. But having a little quiet time to myself was quickly squashed.
“Jeez, Lucas!” I jeered. “Could you make a little more noise? You’re going to wake up our guests!”
“They aren’t my guests, Jenna.”
Right away the little twerp started right in with me. Never mind the fact that he’s stumbled into the house reeking of booze but he’s about as graceful as a bull in a china shop.
“Oh, what’s the matter? Santa didn’t bring you everything you wanted? Well, there’s always next year.”
“Shut up, Jenna.”
“There’s a really witty comeback. Is that what they’re teaching you in college? How to think quickly on your feet?”
I watched Lucas’s face get redder and redder. He tried to concentrate on putting a plate of food together for himself but his hands were shaking and he clumsily shifted from one foot to the other.
“Well, not everyone can take online real estate classes.”
He glared at me.
“Make sure you clean all this up.” I commanded. “You’re making a mess. I don’t want to have to clean this up in the morning when I’m get
ting breakfast ready.”
“Who the hell are you kidding, Jenna. First, this isn’t your house. Second, you don’t do any cooking or cleaning. We have servants for that. What I mean is, my father has servants for that. You don’t have anything.”
“You know you’re such a little ingrate that even though your father told me not to say anything I think you deserve to know the truth.” I waved my diamond ring at him and watched as the color drained from his face. “I’d just start packing now, junior. Your dad and I had already been talking that you should get your own house in New Hampshire. Your dad has a small office there he wants to grow. You’ll be in charge of making that happen. You don’t need to live here anymore.”
I could have felt very sorry for the little shit had he ever been nice to me. But truthfully, I couldn’t have enjoyed the look on his face any more if I’d tried.
“You’re lying.”
“Your dad will talk to you about it all tomorrow.” I smirked. “Merry Christmas, Lucas.”
Chapter 20 – Tilly
My phone had a pleasant ringtone that sounded like birds chirping. It wasn’t a theme song or an annoying series of beeps and alarms. It was a pleasant sound that woke me from a dead sleep in the middle of the night.
Taking it from my old nightstand in my old bedroom I looked at the screen and didn’t recognize the number.
“Hello?” I answered quietly.
“Telula!” Came a loud, harsh voice that was all too familiar.”
“Lucas. It’s go to be past midnight. Are you all right?”
“Yeah, you know I just wanted to call one more time.” He slurred. “You know, I never got a chance to tell you that I really liked you.”