Blue Sunrise

A young woman's search for love.

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2. Chapter Two

My eyes widened in shock and I felt my mouth drop open.

Ruben’s grin increased. “I was beginning to wonder where you were, baby.”

“What . . . what are you doing here?” I stammered sagging against the wall. My knees were weak and my mouth had gone dry. Why was he in my apartment naked?

Ruben arched an eyebrow. “I think that’s pretty obvious isn’t it?” He gestured to his glorious body.

Swallowing nervously I blinked at him.

“Bit of a surprise is it, baby?” Ruben chuckled.

“Just a bit.”

He approached me but I held out a hand to stop him from coming any closer.

“I need to sit down,” I said.

My feet led me, in not a very straight line, to my room where I dropped down on the bed.

“Good thinking, baby,” said Ruben sitting beside me.

“Can you . . . can you please put some clothes on?” Placing my head in my hands I tried to concentrate but the alcohol in my system and Ruben’s nakedness were making it impossible.

Ruben ran his fingers slowly down my spine. “How about I take your clothes off too?”

Closing my eyes I tried to grasp at my dwindling sanity. “Ruben, you can’t just show up here and expect everything to go back to how it was. We need to talk.”

“We will, baby.” He kissed my neck and jaw. “But first I want to see if anything else has changed apart from your hair.”

Ruben lifted my chin so that I was looking into his eyes and I found my resolve melting. He was here and he wanted me. Why was I saying no? I opened my mouth to speak but then Ruben was kissing me, his hands unbuttoning my shirt.

 

 

The first thing I noticed upon waking was the smell. It smelled of Ruben. I inhaled deeply savouring the scent. Arms were wrapped around me and lips brushed my shoulders.

“Morning, baby,” said Ruben, a fingertip drawing circles on my thigh.

Opening my eyes I turned to find him smiling at me. His blonde hair was messy and his green eyes were shining. I gazed at Ruben unable to believe that last night hadn’t been a dream. He really was back.

“What?” he asked grinning.

Reaching out a hand I caressed his smooth cheek. “I thought I’d dreamed it, you wanting me.”

Ruben took my hand and kissed my fingertips. “Of course I want you, baby.”

“Ruben.” I sighed knowing that I was about to ruin his good mood. “We really need to talk.”

“I know. Do you have work today?”

He was trying to change the subject and I let him. “No but I’m seeing my dad later.”

Getting out of bed I covered myself with a sheet, much to Ruben’s amusement. Going to the bathroom I caught my reflection in the mirror. After looking miserable for so long it was a shock to see myself smiling. I ran a hand through my short hair. I still hadn’t gotten used to it. Did Ruben really think it was sexy? I had liked it long but after . . . after he had left I’d needed a change.

Ruben appeared behind me and slid an arm around my waist, his hand going to my hair. My head only came up to his shoulder. “It must feel weird.” I nodded and he nuzzled my neck. “Come on, baby, let’s have a shower.”

He tugged me towards the shower and yanked the sheet off me.

 

 

“We should go out for dinner tonight to celebrate,” Ruben told me, tearing off a chunk of toast with his teeth.

Trying not to think about what his teeth had been doing not long ago, I said, “That would be nice. Shall I book a table somewhere?”

“I’ll do it, baby.” He smiled draining his coffee. “I gotta go to work. I’ll call you later.” Ruben kissed me on the lips. “Can I borrow the Merc?”

“What? Oh sure,”

He picked the keys up off the breakfast bar. “Thanks, baby. See ya.”

The door slammed shut behind Ruben and I gazed down at my breakfast. We really needed to talk but Ruben didn’t seem to want to. I needed to know what I meant to him. Did he love me? What kind of relationship did he want?

Running a hand through my hair I stood up and gathered the dishes. After brushing my teeth I decided to walk to my dad’s office. Ruben had the keys to my Mercedes and I had other cars, but a walk would give me time to think and clear my head.

 

 

“Good morning, Ursula.”

She glanced up at me from where she was sat at her desk. Ursula’s blue eyes widened at me from behind her glasses. “Elyse . . . what did you do to your hair?”

Blushing, I bit my lip uncomfortably. “You don’t like it?”

“It’s just so . . . different. What do they call it? A pixie crop?” At my nod she said, “It suits you. I was just a bit shocked that’s all. I heard some of the girls downstairs talking but I didn’t realise that you’d changed your hair so much.”

Ursula was my dad’s secretary. She had to be in her late fifties but she only looked about forty. She had shoulder length brown hair and always wore stylish clothes. Ursula was probably the only person apart from Ruben that I would call my friend. I was definitely not like other billionaire’s daughters.

“Are you working today?” asked Ursula sipping from her mug of tea.

“No, I’m just here to see Dad.”

I had studied law at university but after graduating I had decided that I didn’t like law anymore, so now I did odd jobs at my dad’s company. It wasn’t like I needed the money or anything but I enjoyed working. It gave me something to do.

“I’ll just let him know that you’re here,” said Ursula, picking up the phone. “Sir, Elyse is here . . . Yes sir.” Returning her attention to me she smiled. “You can go in.”

My dad’s office was big with a large glass desk that had neat piles of work on it. Colourful paintings hung on one wall and the others were made of glass. Dad was sat at his desk absorbed in his work. Staring out of the window I could see the hustle and bustle of the world below.

“Elyse?” said Dad demanding my attention.

I focused on him. “Hi Dad.”

He was of average height for a man and had a slight belly. Dad’s once black hair was now peppered with grey and his face was lined with wrinkles.

“Why are you here?” he asked, straight to the point as usual.

Sitting in the chair in front of the desk I replied, “I thought we were having lunch together?”

“Was that today?” Dad rubbed his temple. “I’m swamped can we rearrange?”

I resisted the urge to sigh. “Dad that will make it the third time you’ve rearranged having lunch with me.”

“I’m sorry Elyse but today won’t work. Make another appointment with Ursula.” His attention was already back on the work in front of him.

“Fine.” Blinking back tears I rose from my seat and left the room. I didn’t stop when I walked passed Ursula. I was fed up of Dad treating me like I was one of his employees, a low down one at that, maybe a cleaner. He had never shown me any affection. He hadn’t even noticed that I’d changed my hair.

“Elyse, wait!” called Ursula as I pressed the button for the lift. Running over to me she handed me a thick envelope. “I forgot to give you this.” Then seeing my face she gave me a sad smile. “Did he say that he’s too busy?”

“Yes.”

“Shall I make a new appointment?”

“Is it me?” I asked sniffing. “All my life I’ve tried to make him proud but . . . it’s like he doesn’t see me. I’m nothing to him.”

Ursula looked alarmed. “Oh, sweetheart, that’s not true.”

“Yes it is.” I sobbed unable to stop the tears streaming down my face. “He’s never told me that he loves me. Is there something wrong with me?”

“No Elyse, there’s nothing wrong with you. Come on.” She took me to the bathroom and hugged me. “Your father just doesn’t express his feelings, you know that.”

Wiping my cheeks I said, “But he’s never there. He always misses my birthday and Christmas... he wasn’t even at my graduation.”

Ursula squeezed my arms. “I know and I’m sorry.”

“It’s him that should be apologising.”

“Have you told him how you feel?”

I gave a harsh laugh. “I did once but he didn’t do or say anything. It’s like talking to a brick wall except that a wall would be more responsive than he is.”

Ursula glanced at her watch. “I’m due for a lunch break soon. Shall we have lunch together?”

“Are you sure?” I asked hopeful.

She nodded. “I’ll meet you at the café across the road in five minutes.”

 

 

I sat down on a leather sofa in the café. The smells of coffee and food hung in the air making my mouth water. I felt better after my cry. I was still annoyed at Dad though. Focusing on the present I picked up a menu.

“Hi Elyse,” said Ursula sitting down opposite me. “Are you okay now?”

Giving her a small smile I replied, “Thanks for comforting me. I appreciate it.”

“Don’t mention it. I’m glad I could help.”

A young waiter came over for our orders. I asked for a cappuccino and a chicken salad.

Ursula’s eyes were on the waiter’s back as he walked away. “He was totally checking you out.” She grinned.

“What?” Blushing I said, “No he wasn’t.”

Ursula looked at me knowingly. “He barely even glanced at me.”

“So?”

“I heard about Ruben.” She reached across the table and took my hand. “I’m sorry. You’re better off without him. He wasn’t good enough for you.”

“About that . . . he appeared last night saying that he wanted me back.”

Ursula arched an eyebrow. “I hope that you said no.”

My cheeks felt like they were burning as I stared down at my knees.

“Oh Elyse.” Ursula sighed releasing my hand and sitting up. “Even after what he said to you?”

“How do you know about that?” I asked alarmed.

“You know how the girls downstairs like to gossip.”

Groaning I dropped my head into my hands. Everyone in the building probably knew about my love life now. How mortifying. 

The waiter returned with our orders and he smiled at me before going back to the till. He was quite handsome but I wasn’t interested.

Ursula gave me a look as if to say ‘see I was right’. “What’s in the envelope?”

I picked the thick envelope up from where I had placed it on the table. “I don’t know.” Opening it I withdrew the enclosed letter, my eyes widening as I read it. “Holy shit!”

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