Chapter 6

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(Image of Vincent and Amanda)

It's been a week since the ball and I still can't get that bloody girl out of my head. I'm trying to convince myself it's because she's the one girl I want and can't have. That's the reason why I can't get her blue eyes and soft smile out of my damn head. It's going to consume me until I talk to her again, or at least see her. I don't know what's happening to me. I've never cared much for them but when I heard her laugh, saw her eyes light up, and saw her Husband just leave her there alone with a mystery bruise on her perfect skin it made me want to help her. Not just fuck her and I don't know how I feel about that.

"Vincent we should go out for lunch" I hear Amanda say

Shit I forgot she was here

"I thought you had left" I say not turning to her, I pour myself a cup of coffee and when I turn around she's right in front of me

"Thanks, so kind of you" she smirks taking my cup from me and bringing the rim up to her lips. Her dark hair is placed in a messy bun and her eyes are sloppily lined with eyeliner not washed off from last night, speaking of last night when did I let her in?

She walks away swaying her hips and bum which are hardly covered by my T-shirt "I told you to stop wearing my clothes" I scold leaning against the granite countertops of my penthouse

"My clothes were dirty" she shrugs taking a sip of my coffee

I roll my eyes and turn around to pour myself another cup "what's up with you, you've been even more grouchy than usual" she complains

"Nothing" I snap

She rolls her eyes walking over to the balcony glass door that looks over the early afternoon ruckus of the city fifty stories below.

I stare over my expensive apartment, decorated to a T. My Father made sure to hire a interior decorator to make my home look like a million bucks, which is how much it costs. A counter with a stainless steel sink is in front of me attached to a bar with simple wooden stools. Over that sits my living room, two white couches are placed on a cream coloured rug with a glass coffee table in front. It over looks the other buildings with a 60 inch flat screen to watch whatever I desire, a long balcony lines the glass wall. Around the kitchen to the right is a small dining room and behind that is the laundry room. I hardly have any pictures or anything else on the walls, just plain.

I take a sip and set my half cup of black coffee down and walk across the the living room back into my bedroom. It's darker back here, only one window, but I like it, it's somewhat calming. My bed is messily made with the dark sheets and comforter. Articles of clothing from last night are thrown aimlessly around the room, most of them on the floor. I walk around to my walk-in closet to grab a pair of jeans to throw over my boxers. It's nice to wear something other than dress pants.

I can't stop thinking no matter what I'm doing, even fucking Amanda didn't get my mind off Adeline. Her life is just so confusing, why would she stay with him? Does he have something on her? Were they ever in love? What's keeping her with him? I just don't know and it bugs me. She's so sweet and innocent unlike the other sluts that I've gone for, she not like the others she didn't look at me like I was something to eat.

I shake the thought away and walk into the large bathroom, I run a hand through my hair and fix the mess Amanda made of it. I lean against the counter staring in the mirror. My eyes are tired and my stubble is getting a little too long.

I walk out of my room and back into the kitchen picking up my coffee mug and searching for Amanda, wondering if she left. My eyes catch her still out on the balcony.

I sigh and walk out of the kitchen and over to the glass, opening the doors and shutting them behind me. I walk out to her, she's leaned up against the railing staring over the city and her ass hanging out from the scrunched up shirt, her red underwear showing just the trim.

I sip the coffee standing next to her. The cool breeze blows past us and I sigh into my mug causing the steam to lift around my nose in swirls.

When we aren't fucking it's unusual that we aren't bickering so this nice silence is odd.

"Beautiful day" she says and I nod

She turns to me and raises and eyebrow "Are you sure you're ok?" She asks

"Fine" I tell her scanning the skyscrapers

She scoffs "You know I might be your fuck buddy but I'm also trying to be your friend" she says and walks off, back inside

I roll my eyes and follow her back in, she's walking back in my room and I walk after her.

I stand in the doorframe and watch as she gets dressed in her clothes, neither of us say anything until she finishes "Look I'm sorry, I just have a lot on my mind" I tell her, not used to apologising

"I get it but you seem different" she says brushing her hair out with her fingers

"It's nothing, it'll pass soon" I tell her "Then I can go back to what I usually do" I whisper to myself knowing until I get Adeline out of my head I won't be normal and every time I sleep with another girl I'll be thinking of her...I just want..I don't even know

"What?" She ask but I shake my head

"Nothing, do you want lunch?" I ask and she nods

"See I knew you could be sweet" she says tapping my chest and walking past me

She's dressed in a black short dress, the top of the dress is a halter top and shows off her side boob while the rest hugs her curves. She's actually a nice girl I just don't think she's ready for any relationship and it sure as hell won't start with me.

Friends with benefits that's what we'll be probably forever...unless.

I shake my head and walk into my closet dressing for the weather. I throw on a grey three quarter sleeve shirt and grab my dark leather jacket, I probably won't need it but just in case.

I finish getting ready in the bathroom and head out to find Amanda laying across the couch, her black heels propped up next to her as she reads a magazine with the latest gossip.

I see she's fixed her makeup and it looks fresh and light "Gosh you're like a woman, are you ready?" She asks standing and setting the magazine down

"Yeah come on" I say and walk over to the front door opening it for her, she smirks at me and I push her out lightly, rolling my eyes

We climb in the elevator, the quiet music not loud enough to drain out the sound of Amanda typing away on her phone "I swear if criminals would stop being so damn stupid my job would be so much easier" she complains

I chuckle "You wouldn't have a job" I tell her she smirks

"True" she goes back to typing as we make the long way down

The doors open up to the busy vast lobby, the floor decorated with tile forming into large diamonds, chandeliers hanging from the ceiling and a long counter lining the right wall helping rich couples check into their room.

I sigh staring at the people who's lives are a dream to some but when you live it you realise it's a nightmare. The doors are held open by men dressed in a red and gold uniform, fake smiles on their faces.

I lead Amanda out, her eyes too focused on her phone to look up. One of the valets try to ask if I need my car but I put my hand up, you would think after living here for a year they would know I get my own car.

Amanda looks up long enough to speak "Hey can we try this new little restaurant down the street? I've been wanting to try it" she suggests I shrug without an answer and follow her

Most of the foot traffic on this side of town is high class people and it's obvious when you scan the sidewalk. Men is tight suits, women in expensive designer clothing each typing away at their phones setting up meetings and conferences.

We walk a little longer but I don't mind, it's pleasant out, besides the few rude shoves and crude shouts from the road it's nice to get out and walk around the city. Most of the time I'm too busy stuck up in my office or in a meeting.

Amanda looks up stopping and causing me to run into her "Oh we're here" She says tucking her phone away

I look up to the restaurant and when Amanda said small I expected a small restaurant but this place is buzzing with people and from the look of the food that just came out to a table outside I'm guessing this place is expensive even for the small decorative portion size. Not that I don't have the money I just thought it would be nice to get away from the norm for a day...I feel like that's all I ever do...the normal.

"Here?" I ask as she begins to walk up to the doors

She turns back her hazel eyes staring at me "Yeah come on" she says

I sigh and nod. I look across the street at the other restaurants and walking people. But something catches my eye, I'm too shocked to think she's real.

"No fucking way" I whisper

"Vincent come on our tables waiting" Amanda says standing under the black umbrella where the server stands at the podium holding our menus

I ignore her and stare over across the street. Adeline is there walking out of a small cafe, smiling warmly and brushing a stand of golden blonde hair behind her ear allowing me to see her blushed cheeks.

She's in a blue skirt, cut off at her knees, light brown flowers move throughout the skirt and a matching brown belt is held around her slender waist over a dark blue matching shirt. How can someone looks so fucking good in something so simple.

She's with someone, her friend from the ball, Mrs. Johnson. They laugh at something one of them said, I have to get closer. I can't let her get away without talking to her. I'll just talk to her and hopefully I'll see she's not worth the trouble of getting into such drama for just a night with her, no matter how addicting she looks. With the cars passing by quickly on the road and the people on the other side moving at a swift pace I know I have to move fast if I want to catch up.

I unconsciously start walking over to her, through the busy street earning me plenty of unkind shouts "Vincent!" Amanda yells out to me "Vincent what are you doing!?"

I don't answer I'm too busy keeping my eyes on her but she's moving too quickly. I rush across the street and rudely move through people. She stops for something moving out of the way of people and into the safe zone of the sidewalk. Her friend is on the phone and hugs her goodbye, Mrs. Johnson meshes in with the traffic leaving Adeline fishing for something in her purse.

She's faced away from me but I can see the side of her face, she looks frustrated and doesn't expect anyone to come up to her, especially not me.

I stand right next her to, just like last time she doesn't seem to notice "Adeline" I say smoothly, covering up racing adrenaline

She looks up wide eyes at me, obviously shocked to see me, I should really stop scaring her half to death every time I talk to her "We should stop meeting like this" I smirk down at her and her shocked expression slowly turns to a bright smile

A/N
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