He woke up, feeling well rested and no thoughts of the nightmares crossed during the night. He got up and walked to his laptop on the desk across from his bed, turning it on and gathered his clothes for the day. Shifting through the many perfumes and colognes on his dresser he figured that today was going to be Apple Cider and Peppermint.
Entering the password then tore off the bed sheets and threw them in the corner then he started for the shower across the hall with his clothes and chosen scent in his arms.
He returned after the relaxing shower smelling of Apple Cider and Peppermint, he opened his e-mail and quickly shifted through it. Only to discover that there was nothing sent to him from Aphrodite23LoveGoddess@e-mail.som, he sat down and started working on the rest of his morning routine.
Dear, Love. He quickly got rid of the words. They were too generic, he knew she hated generic.
Hi, Darling. He didn’t like those either. Those just sounded like he was falling out of love.
Dearest Goddess, I love you, I miss your warmth and gentle voice. I’m happy to hear- Something about it didn’t seem right, and wondered if ‘happy’ was the problem.
... I’m proud to hear of your recent article on your signature dish. I can’t wait to try it, most of the food I’ve eaten were nothing compared to yours. I seen that you’ve made Sou Chef in La Victoire Rose, if there is anything you want for your next schooling let me know. I’d be happy to support you or if you want anything in general.
If you hear on the radio or see the news recently, I had nothing to do with rescuing those missing women. He quickly got rid of that sentence, she wouldn’t want to read about his heroic deed last night. She would think he was bragging about himself.
As I said in last night’s call nothing eventful happened on my end, although I’ve been thinking I could take up Acting. It would be nice if you could see me on the big screen or maybe Modelling? I’ll look good on a billboard right? I’m kidding, I could never handle being the center of attention. You know that.
Speaking of the big screen, I saw your interview! Never understood a word of it but it sounded like you were having a good time. You looked so wonderful but I know that you didn’t like wearing old clothes, you could have told me you needed a new dress. I’ll send you more money so you can get yourself something more dazzling in your next interview.
There’s so much more I want to write but I have to get ready for work.
I love you always, my Goddess.
Send.
He shut down the laptop and left, feeling happy on a Wednesday Autumn morning. He got in the backseat of the waiting car and smelled a wonderful breakfast. He cautiously took a bite and it tasted good, he started eating finishing it in quick few bites. It wasn’t as lifting as last nights dinner but it was still good.
He walked into his office suddenly feeling sick, he made a quick detour to the restrooms and vomited the mornings breakfast. ‘Was last night just a fluke? Maybe I shouldn’t tell her about this. Ah, but she’ll know regardless.’ Gathering himself up he went to his office and started working on some requests for money. Refusing the ones with family, knowing the men in those types of situations they’ll just gamble it away and lose it all with no thought of their wife and children. Irresponsible. Those people were sick, not as worse as kidnappers but bad just the same.
“Good morning, Mr. Wolfe,” Greenbell’s assistant walked in with a hot cup of coffee and placed it beside him. She got closer leaning over him as she looked through the papers with him. Her large chest covered half his view but he didn’t seem bothered at all, ignoring her advances. “He seems like a respectable man, why would he need money?”
“Most likely to pay off another Loan Shark.”
“Mr. Aaron Suka, such a silly last name. I much prefer yours Mr. Van Wolfe,” he felt her messing up his hair and quickly shoved her off him.
“I’m sure there is more work to do, Miss Fishing.”
“You can call me Kat,” she giggled.
“Kathrine, I’m craving something sweet. I don’t think coffee will do it for me,” he looked at her finally and seen that she was in a small low cut red dress. He leaned back in his chair hand to his chin. She stepped towards him swinging her hips widely and her poise cat-like. “Hot Chocolate from Candy’s,” he finally said and went back to his papers.
“Miss Fishing, what are you still doing here? Haven’t you gotten his drink yet? Scat!” Greenbell walked passed a stunned Seductress and placed a box of food from Lucky Duke’s beside him. She picked up the cooling cup of coffee and drank from it, “Too much salt.” She downed the coffee quickly and walked out pushing the woman out while telling her how to properly make a cup of coffee.
Van stared at the box of food partly fearful of the aftermath. He dragged it over and took a small bite and waited a few minutes. After about five minutes he took another bite and suddenly felt sick and threw up in the box. There was no hiding this from her, he pushed it away from him and went back to the approvals.
He approved a few new businesses in his father’s area, knowing that he’ll like it. Greenbell had returned with another box of food from the same place. This time she didn’t leave, he tentatively took a bite of food and sighed. The flavour and aroma were dancing with him, the warmth wrapped around him like a safety blanket. It was all the comforts of home, welcoming him back with a gentle embrace and kind words of encouragement. Just like her.
Before he knew it he finished the food and remembered that Greenbell was there but now she was no where to be seen. He quickly finished work from the energy boost and gave the list to one of his men. He walked out happily, Greenbell was waiting for him a bit surprised that she didn’t have to go in and drag him out herself. When he got in the car she passed him a few pages for him to look through on their way home.
Party A, will accommodate Party B, until either Party B terminates the contract or Party A releases Party B from the contract. Skimming through the contract he noticed that Party B will have full control over the contract as long as Party B cooks his meals.
“His Manager and the Cook rejected the contract but I have left my contact information. I’ve put a tail on him to check for suspicious activity. His background check will be in tomorrow, I’ll have it on you desk by noon.”
“No, I’ll trust your judgment. For now just order from him and wait for his answer. It seems like the manager is a problem, I’ll speak with the King’s Castle to check on his employee’s behaviour. I’ll also get permission so that the Cook can safely move into my area with no problems. I’ll need to speak with the Knights as well.”
“Understood, have a good night.”
He walked in his home looking at the bland room. It seems as if no one lived here and was straight out of a catalogue. Grey curtains, black couch and love seat, black coffee table with a statue of some sort as the center piece. His kitchen was black and grey as well with no life in it.
Looking down the hall, it was dark and bare, a door on each side and one at the end. Looking to the other hall it had the same layout. What were in those rooms again? What did it look like when he first walks in the house?
He walked down the stairs to the front door and turned around. To his left was a hallway, to his right was a big area that seems to be used for nothing but collect dust. He went to the right first and looked around, it was empty but he remembered that it used to be an area for grand tea parties his Girlfriend had set up. Elegant decorations, live plants, soft rugs, comfy looking chairs and a table. Now it was just empty. Near the back were two glass doors, he walked over and seen that it was a small garden for more tea parties. It’s overgrown now.
He walked to the left of the stairs, two doors on the left side and one on the right. He opened the first door on the left. Ah that’s where the tea party room furniture was. Now he remembered why it was in there. He missed her laughter when he walked in and couldn’t stand the silence. Closing the door he walked to the next door that was on the right. He opened it and it was filled with a casino-like vibe, billiard tables, poker tables, a mini bar in the back other random games for betting. A flat screen to the side, he remembered it always had on a sports channel and gentle music playing in the background. He had friends over playing some random game and having a grand time. Why had he stopped playing with them?
He closed the door and walked to the last door and opened it. It lead to a garage, his friends often played around in here as well. Fixing up old junk cars and taking them to the streets afterwards. Only his car was in there now, closing the door he walked to the end of the hall and seen it take a left.
Down the hall was three more doors, two on the right and one on the left. He walked to the first door on the right and seen that it had a small indoor garden. The garden would lead out to a larger backyard for Barbecue Parties, his neighbours would often visit for those parties. Why did he stop hosting parties like that?
He closed the door and walked to the left door, it was a sliding door and it lead to the Casino room. Closing that door he walked to the last door and seen an indoor pool. It was a high light during the summer. It’s empty now. Closing the door he decided that it was enough exploring his home.
He dialed up ‘Lovely Goddess Aphrodite’ and waited for her to pick up. It rang once and went to voicemail.
“Hi lovely, I miss you. I’m just remembering the parties we used to host, we had so many good times here. I miss your laughter and sense of humour, you always found a way to entertain our guests. Do you think we’ll be able to-” he knew he took too long between words but the question will remain unasked. He ended the call and walked to his room and seen new sheets on his bed.
Was his janitor a ghost? It did look neat and tidy in his house, hardly a speck of dust. He got ready for bed and then curled up, looking at the empty space. He now can vividly see her. Her long wavy black hair, gentle brown eyes, soft thin lips a few little dimples when she smiles back. “I love you.”
The next day was on repeat but the only difference was the food. He can now hold down the food that was given to him. He felt that life was starting to seep back into his bones, sighing he stared at the papers. Just patiently waiting for Lunch to roll around, he figured he would want a nap afterwards. When was the last time he actually wanted something? Why was the thought so strange and foreign. Would it be okay to take a nap after lunch?
He stood and figured that he needed to take a stroll in this building. What was it like outside of this box? He seen many doors down a hallway, what were they used for? He seen one that was opened and decided to look inside.
It was a bedroom.
Ah, this place was used for his bodyguards training and home. How many did he have again? He closed the door as he found it and started walking further. He wandered into a kitchen, it was large and looked to be equal standings to a real restaurant kitchen. It was being used by a few people, they haven’t noticed him but seeing them work on food was fascinating. Did they love to cook? Was this place alright for them?
He left them to their devices and wandered through some hallways until he heard some noises from one of the double doors. He opened in and seen people training, idle chatter and laughter could be heard. These people were working so hard, it looks as if they love doing this.
“Is there something you need, Sir?” his main bodyguard asked walking up to him.
“No, just checking the quality of the building.”
“Everything is up to date, we have regular check ups, our chefs loves what they do and enjoy serving us food. Nothing needs any repair, most of us know how to fix anything that’s broken. There’s nothing for you to worry about, we’re taking care of it. If we do need anything we’ll ask you as always, Sir.” This felt like it was said to him before, so he nodded taking one last look at the men training. It seems like they are living happily here. “We are still using your training method, it really works well with the job.”
“I’m glad, keep up the good work,” he said and left them to finish and head to Lunch. He remembered that the higher floors was the bedrooms and such, looking down the hallway it wasn’t as dark as he thought it would be. Neutral white, some achievements were lining the walls as well and photos of happy men and women. “Why work for me if they could go higher. I hope that they don’t feel like they are being held back.”
“We’re not, those are just hobbies. Nothing serious, we like working for you.” A woman passed by, “We know we can pursue other occupations but here it feels like home. Thanks for checking up on us, we appreciate it, Boss.” She smiled and continue down the hall. She was well toned and wondered if the gym was split, it seems like she is also using the training method that was mentioned before. He was glad it worked for both genders.
He felt safer with them around, he wondered how much of their life he missed. How much of his life he missed. He hasn’t done anything other then come here look at papers and go home and repeat it all over again. It felt like he was now waking up, his security act as if he was part of their family even though he didn’t put much effort to know them. Yet they still treated him like an older brother.
He walked back to his office and sighed, smelling the food that started to bring colour back to his life. He savoured the food as much as he could but was impatient and ate it all quickly. He felt tired and went to the little couch to the side and laid down.
He woke up in a bed and wondered where he was. It was a large spacious pastel blue room with large windows looking out to the city lights. He distinctly remember something being said but couldn’t place the words. He figured it wasn’t too important and watched the nightlife from the bed. He then smelled something good and looked to the nightstand and seen a box from Lucky Duke’s. He ate quickly and relaxed on the bed looking at the night pass by until dawn’s grey light shown through the window. He didn’t feel tired, he felt like he could take on the world.
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