Insatiable Habits

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💋Cecily💋

I fell asleep obviously or I wouldn't be waking up right now with that sickly feeling in my gut, nauseated and dizzy. I lay flat on my back, unmoving and praying for the waves of queasiness to pass. I can't do this with him around, he hears everything. Fuck. I spring from the bed and make a mad dash to the toilet, barely making it before I spew everything in my stomach.

I recover, quickly clean up and get dressed for the morning. Another black sweatshirt with a v-neck, I push my stomach flat and frown; I've gained weight, sitting around eating cookies with nothing to do, God if he hated me then, he's going to hate the way I look now. I grumble to myself as I fight on a pair of skinny jeans and boot socks, then a pair of calf height light brown leather boots. All in all, a cute outfit.

I take one last look at myself in the mirror, fixing my curls. I never do makeup anymore because I never go anywhere, but 'he' is here so I put on a little natural looking foundation, some light eyeshadow and mascara, just so I didn't look like a slob.

Hesitating again at my door, I step out, carefully and quietly stepping down the stairs to the main floor. It's quiet as usual as I round the staircase that basically shoots you out into the living room which is void of Teseo, I make a left by the foyer and front doors to the entertainment room which is also empty, along with the kitchen and library. Which leaves his office and bedroom, both rooms I have not been inside of.

I knock on his office door first, not allowing myself to be intimidated. "Yeah?" He calls from within, then I hear him approaching the door, unlocking it and standing before me, once more; looking glorious. "Hey, you're here!" Stupid, stupid, that was so stupid.

He raises an amused eyebrow at that, making a face. "Clearly, need your eyes checked, too?" He jokes, very dryly and I need to tread lightly if I don't want to suffer his brutality. I clear my throat "Yes, I mean." shit "No, I don't need my eyes checked, I'm just surprised that you're here." he sighs, looks me up and down then looks bored. Great, I am nothing. "Yes, this is my home, last I checked. Did you need something?" He asks, staring at my lips I swear, then looks at his watch as if he hasn't got a moment to waste on the likes of me.

"You said we would talk, is this a bad time?" I make stupid gestures with my hands like maybe I should just leave and we could talk later but he just turns away from me and hold the door open, glancing over his should at me expectantly. I quickly enter his office, taking in its regal look then take a seat at his desk. Nostalgia slaps me in the face, this isn't the same office as the home off the coast where I was intimidated and threatened in a chair, signing NDA's. I realize that he's been gone nearly as long as I've known him.

He leaves the door open, circles around his desk, keeping distance from me, then takes his seat, folds his hands and rest his forearms on the desk in front of him, propped over them and looking down at me. "How are my grandparents?" My turn to scoff. "How about you go see for yourself? They are a walk away." He sucks in a sharp breath and leans back. "I'm asking you." I cross my arms and look away. "Your grandfather isn't doing well, you should really go spend some time with him." I say, crossing my arms and staring at the wall, unable to meet his scrutiny. "I will, I just need a day to decompress. How is Diana, Hmm?" I know why he's asking about mom, because he needs her but he's still mad that she called him out about me. "She's fine, still does everything and takes care of everyone." He barks an unamused laugh, "Yes, that is her job and what she is employed to do, she is a caregiver." I turn my eyes to him then, narrowing them at him, not that I could intimidate him. "She has no life, we just repeat the same day over and over again!"