Post by Shelby on Mar 14, 2016 20:18:48 GMT -5
"I think you should get to know him a little better. You two were classmates after all, and if I remember correctly you made pretty good grades on the projects that you two worked on together."
Chardonnay should have known that she wouldn't have been able to escape the questionable curious nature of her mother. She should have known that as soon as the of them stepped into her car--Olivia in the drivers seat, Chardonnay in the passenger's--while her father walked over to the rental car he and Olivia rented for the duration of their time over in California, that her mother was going to mention something about the dinner and the conversations that surrounded it. She wished that she hadn't, though. Chardonnay leaned against the leather cushion, listening to her dress as it crinkled against the seat as she shifted. "Mom," she stared, but was shortly after interrupted as Olivia pulled the car in reverse, looked behind her, and started pulling out of the parking spot.
"No, don't give me that tone," Olivia said, glancing as Chardonnay before she straightened the car and started out of the parking lot. "I'm being serious now." Chardonnay sighed loudly, purposefully no doubt, and she even crossed her arms over her chest like a pouting child being told that she couldn't do or have something. Already she was getting into that routine, Olivia thought as she looked back at the road, watching as cars idled by her and stopped at the red light just as she did. A young man in a red car next her looked over, raised his brows, and nodded his head in their direction. Olivia scoffed and turned to look back at Chardonnay. "He seems like a nice young man, and though you two had your disagreements at the end of dinner, I still think there could be something between you. You wouldn't have argued against him if you didn't feel like he was worth your time."
"He's not worth my time," Chardonnay answered gruffly, closing her eyes. She was getting a headache. The wine did nothing for her, unfortunately, and she had the undeniable urge to want to get home, get a stash of something from her wine freezer, and stay put in her room for the rest of the night. Or maybe she's go home, change out of this damn dress, and put on her work uniform so that she could head in. But she knew her parents weren't going to let her do that. They'd insist that she couldn't drive by herself, for one thing, and that she needed a break from work. She could already imagine the conversation now. She'd insist that she was fine but her parents would tell her no, and then her father would say that if she went in to the restaurant when she said she wouldn't after being there a little bit ago her employees would think that something was wrong, probably scaring them into a tizzy, and what would be the use in doing that to them? And then they'd go along with her needing a break with Chardonnay rebutting their claims that she got enough of a break from not working on Mondays, but they'd still not listen and probably force her to bed while standing at attention at her door to make sure that she wouldn't make a great escape. Her father would likely stay in the living room to make sure that she didn't try and sneak through the terrace to the living room and out the front door, and her mother would stand by her bedroom door and make sure she didn't escape. Great. Such worrisome and overprotective parents.
But she loved them still, so much and she loved them because they were protective of her. It showed that they actually cared about her and loved her just as much as she loved them. But God if it couldn't get annoying after a while. "I only argue with him because if I don't he'll think he's right. And that's how he's always thought, even back in school, and I'm not about to back down from him." She huffed out a snort. "Besides, you actually think someone calling me spoiled is a good match for me?"
"I like to think that it's more of a term of endearment." Yeah right, Chardonnay thought. What would her mother think if she heard Arthur calling her Princess then? "And it's not like he's wrong." Olivia pressed on the gas pedal, and Chardonnay opened her eyes to look up. "Well he's not. You are spoiled, but at least you know how to work for things. Just... Chardonnay, Sweetie, you need to open up to someone, anyone."
"So you want me to just talk to anyone? Like a serial killer or a sociopath who'll be out to kill me in a matter of months?" Despite the sarcasm in her tone, her skin still rose with goosebumps at the thought, of thoughts of Andrew and the fact that he could have been any one of those types of people, stalking her, waiting to get her in her weakest moment.
"You know I don't mean that. I just mean... Don't you want friends? People to talk to, people you have things in common with? Or what about a boyfriend, someone to really spend your time with, to be happy with and maybe even start a life with?"
"No." Chardonnay deadpanned, and after a moment of silence with nothing, Olivia sighed and started louder, causing Chardonnay actually flinch.
"But why Chardonnay?" Chardonnay wasn't allowed to answer yet, as Olivia kept going. "Why are you so determined to end up alone in life? Why don't you want a good, healthy relationship. Why don't you want a family of your own? At the very least you should want some friends, people that you can talk to so that your father and I won't have to worry about you as much as we do now." She was beginning to shout, a very rare characteristic of Olivia that Chardonnay hadn't heard very often throughout her life. Out of the the two of her parents, Olivia was certainly the one who was more willing to deal out a punishment, not that she ever did with Chardonnay except on a few occasions and she had always hesitated to raise her voice at her daughter, but there were times when she had to. There were times when she heard her mother yelling at her brothers because they said something that upset her and she wanted to put them back in their places. Her father was the softer one of the relationship. That wasn't to say that Olivia wore the pants in the relationship because that statement would have been false. The two of them shared the pants in their relationship, not one person having more control over the other. But it had always been seen that Olivia was the more insistent of the two, that she was the slight edge to Thomas while he was the soft edge to her, evening each other out, completing one another.
But now Chardonnay was being berated like a child, like she remembered being talked to once before after flushing her great grandmother's pearls down the toilet that she had gotten out of her mother's jewelry box after she had been told time after time that she couldn't touch anything in there. But the temptation had been too much for her to handle, too strong for her to not grab a hold. It's not like she threw the pearls in the toilet on purpose; they slipped out her hands and fell into the toilet and when she tried to reach in there and grab them she lifted her other hand and flicked the lever down to flush it. Luckily they had been able to retrieve the pearls after calling the plumbing company, but her mother had been so irate and angry that she actually scared Chardonnay. Olivia had apologized afterward, told Chardonnay that her temper just gotten the better of her and that she didn't mean to yell. She had been hurt in that moment too, Chardonnay could tell. Even if she had been too young to really understand, she could see the hurt and regret forming in her mother's eyes as they sat on Chardonnay's bed together. She could see the tears well in her mother's eyes that she rapidly blinked back to keep herself from crying.
There were a lot of things she got from her mother, and the biggest part of all had probably been her resilience and strong insistence on things. Unfortunately, that tended to clash every once in a while, like now. because of that.
"I don't understand how you can live life like this, Chardonnay," Olivia continued, "how you can be so happy by yourself? You need people in your life other than us. What if something happens to you? What if something happens to you and we can't get here in time? Having people here to make sure that you're okay, to make sure that--"
"What makes you think anybody else would be able to get to where ever I am in time to help me?" Chardonnay snapped back, an instant mistake that she wanted to take back. She felt her throat constrict, and when her mother whipped her head to look at her, Chardonnay turned to look away.
"I don't know. But someone might be able to help you, a friend at least. Maybe not a boyfriend. Maybe you won't start your own family, but friends, a friend, are people that you need in life, Chardonnay! I know you hate when I talk bout this, I know you hate when I insist that you find someone to spend your life with, but I'm only doing this for your own good. I'm only doing this because I care about you and because I don't want you to end up alone when you don't have to. I just... I don't understand why you can't trust people and why you find yourself so unlovable." They stopped at another red light, five minutes down the road from Chardonnay's condo building. "You are not unlovable Chardonnay. You're just stubborn, but if you actually just opened yourself up to someone then maybe you can actually let someone love you. You can't continue to go through life like this..."
"No, Mom, no! Okay? I don't want friends! I don't want a boyfriend, or a husband, or a family of my own. I'm fine on my own whether you or dad like that or not! This is just how I am, this is just how I want my life to be!" Chardonnay didn't mean to yell, but when it came out there was no stopping it. She swallowed and bit the inside of her cheek, trying to calm herself. "I just.. I'm not like you or dad. I don't need friends. I only need you two, and I honestly don't think spending my life alone will be that bad. At least then I won't have to worry about people betraying me because people do that to each other all the time. I know you only want the best for me, but being close to people is not the best for me. You have the understand that. You and Dad."
Olivia didn't say anything else. She turned into the parking garage and parked the car in the spot that Chardonnay's car was designated. The two women sat in their seats for a moment, both of them looking at their laps at they listened to the hum of the engine rumbling from under the hood of the car. "I don't understand how you grew this fear of trusting people. You father and I always taught you that, yes, while there are people out there who want to hurt you, there are people out there who wanted to be there for you. You just had to find those people. Apparently we didn't teach that to you well enough."
Olivia's door clicked open as she pulled the handle, yet Chardonnay stayed put. She hurt her mother, not for not wanting to have friends or a family of her own, but just because she knew her mother felt like, at some point, she and Thomas had failed in raising their daughter the right way. Chardonnay had issues with trust, she knew she did, but she didn't think it had anything to do with their parents. It had everything to do with the world and people around her instead, but how could she make her mother understand that without making her feel even worse? Her parents, she knew, tried their best to teach their daughter the ways of the world as she grew, to teach her the positives that were there, yet she always looked at the negative. When her parents saw people that they could trust, Chardonnay say people that would betray her. When her parents talked about her getting married and being happy, she only saw herself standing at the alter alone, a complete contrast to how she used to think when she was six.
Gently, Olivia coaxed Chardonnay out the car and the two women walked to her condo and were greeted by Thomas' beaming smile. They both smiled, too, to not have him worry about the little squabble they had in the car. He didn't seem worried. He and Olivia were going to out again for a little bit longer, and they offered Chardonnay to come, but with a glance at her mom Chardonnay declined, said that she was tired, and told them to have a good time. Thomas joked that they wouldn't be out too late but to not wait up for them (he even winked after saying that to her) and the two left. And Chardonnay was left in the quiet of her apartment to wade through her stifling thoughts. Thinking about Arthur and what they were doing with each other, and thinking of her mother and all that she had said in the car, the way that she had looked after Chardonnay snapped. God, she hated herself for snapping at her mother. All the woman was doing was looking out for her daughter, and she had the audacity to get angry with her, to yell at her?
Was she a bad person?
Chardonnay kept herself out of the slump that she wanted to fall into until her parents finally left two days after. Staying true to their word, Olivia and Thomas had visited Jason's theater and watched a movie, leaving a generous donation in their wake. They offered for Chardonnay to come with them, but she used the excuse that she had to go to work. It wasn't a lie, but they went to the movies in the morning, when she didn't have to go in for a couple of hours. She and her mother never spoke about the incident in the car until Olivia and Thomas were walking out the door. Thomas held their suitcases in hand, having already given Chardonnay his customary bear hug and kiss before he walked out the door, and Olivia had pulled Chardonnay into a tight hug, holding there longer than normal but Chardonnay didn't object to the hold. She wrapped her arms around her mother, and when she heard Olivia whisper that she was sorry for upsetting her the other day, Chardonnay shook her head and told her mother that it wasn't her fault. She said that she'd think about what she said, and after that her parents were gone behind the silver doors of the elevator with Chardonnay's blurry reflection pointing back at her. She could be loved...
But she didn't want to be.
There had been more than a few occasions in which she thought about texting Arthur, but she always stopped herself from doing so. The first time he asked her if she was busy, she said that she was, even if she wasn't. On that particular night after getting home and sending that all too familiar text that she had made it back safely she had been surprised to see that he asked if she was busy but instantly answered back that she was. She just needed more time. Though he was always on her thoughts, she couldn't stand the thought of being around him right now. She was still pissed at him for his comments at the restaurant, and it pissed her off more that, just as she had thought, she watched her employees and tried to be... Nicer to them, or use better wording with them and to actually tell them that they were doing a good job. If anything, they seemed even more unnerved by her words and always gave each other odd glances--both the chefs and servers--so she quickly went back to her old ways. They probably thought she had been on her period and instead of being even more of a bitch she had been nicer. Whatever. When she went back to normal, no one gave each other those odd looks again.
That night she laid on her bed, though, looking at the text that Arthur sent her and thought about what her mother said. That Arthur was a nice young man. That they would probably go good together. Chardonnay rolled her eyes to that and curled herself into a ball on her side. No, they weren't a good match. They matched in sex, they were compatible in that aspect, but that was it. If they ever got in a relationship with each other, they likely would end up killing each other. But even more than that she thought about the fact that Arthur was going to be the owner of that theater one day, a theater that she had never stepped foot in and never hoped to. But he was actually doing it. With no loan, with no help, he was saving his own money to pay for it.
How the fuck did that make her look since she had to get a loan from her dad to start her restaurant?
She tried to not let it bother her, but it did. It made her feel incompetent, and it made his voice resound around her mind when he sneered at her and called her spoiled. She knew she was, but... She wasn't that bad, right? Not as bad as he made her out to be... Right? "Fuck," she grumbled to herself, turning her body over and flopping her face into the pillow as she groaned. This shouldn't bother her. She was better that Arthur... Right?
As another week went by where Chardonnay still let Arthur know that she made it home safely every night, she eventually got over herself. She stopped thinking about what her mother said despite how they and Thomas talked everyday. She stopped thinking about Arthur as anything other than a fuckbuddy, and she convinced herself that she was better than him again. She got back on her routine of jogging every morning before she came back up to her condo, took a shower and got herself together, and then cooked breakfast for herself. She looked over paperwork, furrowed her brows at emails, and then... That was it. That was her life. But she missed having sex with Arthur, a staple that had been inserted in her life. By the end of the week she started to crave it more; she needed his hands back on her. She wasn't pissed at him any longer for what he said--well no, that was a lie because it still, somewhat, bothered her but she always pushed it aside and said that it didn't matter--and she just needed him back. She needed him to come back to her condo so that she could push him onto the bed, if she would have the strength and will to not just jump his bones in the foyer.
Luckily Arthur ended up texting her before she could text him, and she almost breathed out a sigh to that. Now she wouldn't have to seem like the desperate one, even if she had answered his text back a little too quickly. She changed out of her white button down and black slacks and fluffed her hair while running her hands through it to smooth it back out. She changed into a comfortable pair of pants that would be easy to slide right off of her, and with a black lace bra on, she covered her torso with a soft cotton black v-neck shirt. She looked at herself in the mirror of her bathroom, touched up her makeup, and then walked into her bedroom where she looked at herself in the full length mirror, making sure to keep it flicked off so that it didn't talk. She looked good. Comfortable, but not as if she had just been woken up. Her makeup was good, her hair wasn't a mess, and her clothes weren't winkled on her.
She was ready just in time to hear the knock on the door. She breathed out a breath, told herself to calm down, and finally walked to the door where she opened it and saw Arthur on the other side. She gave him a once over, rolled her eyes and scoffed at his plaid, but grabbed him by the collar of the shirt before he could say anything and pulled him into a hungry kiss. He seemed nervous, she thought, before she pulled him in, but she figured she'd make him not nervous. This is what they normally did. This had almost been three weeks in the making, and she needed him. "If you're worried that I'm upset about dinner, I'm not. You said what you had to say, I said what I had to say, and I'm over it. I'm over the embarrassment that my parents brought to me and you better be too." She pulled back when she spoke and gave him a raised brow look. "Now you just need to get this plaid off so that I don't have to look at it anymore." And with that she pulled him into another kiss and already started to unbutton his shirt.
Chardonnay should have known that she wouldn't have been able to escape the questionable curious nature of her mother. She should have known that as soon as the of them stepped into her car--Olivia in the drivers seat, Chardonnay in the passenger's--while her father walked over to the rental car he and Olivia rented for the duration of their time over in California, that her mother was going to mention something about the dinner and the conversations that surrounded it. She wished that she hadn't, though. Chardonnay leaned against the leather cushion, listening to her dress as it crinkled against the seat as she shifted. "Mom," she stared, but was shortly after interrupted as Olivia pulled the car in reverse, looked behind her, and started pulling out of the parking spot.
"No, don't give me that tone," Olivia said, glancing as Chardonnay before she straightened the car and started out of the parking lot. "I'm being serious now." Chardonnay sighed loudly, purposefully no doubt, and she even crossed her arms over her chest like a pouting child being told that she couldn't do or have something. Already she was getting into that routine, Olivia thought as she looked back at the road, watching as cars idled by her and stopped at the red light just as she did. A young man in a red car next her looked over, raised his brows, and nodded his head in their direction. Olivia scoffed and turned to look back at Chardonnay. "He seems like a nice young man, and though you two had your disagreements at the end of dinner, I still think there could be something between you. You wouldn't have argued against him if you didn't feel like he was worth your time."
"He's not worth my time," Chardonnay answered gruffly, closing her eyes. She was getting a headache. The wine did nothing for her, unfortunately, and she had the undeniable urge to want to get home, get a stash of something from her wine freezer, and stay put in her room for the rest of the night. Or maybe she's go home, change out of this damn dress, and put on her work uniform so that she could head in. But she knew her parents weren't going to let her do that. They'd insist that she couldn't drive by herself, for one thing, and that she needed a break from work. She could already imagine the conversation now. She'd insist that she was fine but her parents would tell her no, and then her father would say that if she went in to the restaurant when she said she wouldn't after being there a little bit ago her employees would think that something was wrong, probably scaring them into a tizzy, and what would be the use in doing that to them? And then they'd go along with her needing a break with Chardonnay rebutting their claims that she got enough of a break from not working on Mondays, but they'd still not listen and probably force her to bed while standing at attention at her door to make sure that she wouldn't make a great escape. Her father would likely stay in the living room to make sure that she didn't try and sneak through the terrace to the living room and out the front door, and her mother would stand by her bedroom door and make sure she didn't escape. Great. Such worrisome and overprotective parents.
But she loved them still, so much and she loved them because they were protective of her. It showed that they actually cared about her and loved her just as much as she loved them. But God if it couldn't get annoying after a while. "I only argue with him because if I don't he'll think he's right. And that's how he's always thought, even back in school, and I'm not about to back down from him." She huffed out a snort. "Besides, you actually think someone calling me spoiled is a good match for me?"
"I like to think that it's more of a term of endearment." Yeah right, Chardonnay thought. What would her mother think if she heard Arthur calling her Princess then? "And it's not like he's wrong." Olivia pressed on the gas pedal, and Chardonnay opened her eyes to look up. "Well he's not. You are spoiled, but at least you know how to work for things. Just... Chardonnay, Sweetie, you need to open up to someone, anyone."
"So you want me to just talk to anyone? Like a serial killer or a sociopath who'll be out to kill me in a matter of months?" Despite the sarcasm in her tone, her skin still rose with goosebumps at the thought, of thoughts of Andrew and the fact that he could have been any one of those types of people, stalking her, waiting to get her in her weakest moment.
"You know I don't mean that. I just mean... Don't you want friends? People to talk to, people you have things in common with? Or what about a boyfriend, someone to really spend your time with, to be happy with and maybe even start a life with?"
"No." Chardonnay deadpanned, and after a moment of silence with nothing, Olivia sighed and started louder, causing Chardonnay actually flinch.
"But why Chardonnay?" Chardonnay wasn't allowed to answer yet, as Olivia kept going. "Why are you so determined to end up alone in life? Why don't you want a good, healthy relationship. Why don't you want a family of your own? At the very least you should want some friends, people that you can talk to so that your father and I won't have to worry about you as much as we do now." She was beginning to shout, a very rare characteristic of Olivia that Chardonnay hadn't heard very often throughout her life. Out of the the two of her parents, Olivia was certainly the one who was more willing to deal out a punishment, not that she ever did with Chardonnay except on a few occasions and she had always hesitated to raise her voice at her daughter, but there were times when she had to. There were times when she heard her mother yelling at her brothers because they said something that upset her and she wanted to put them back in their places. Her father was the softer one of the relationship. That wasn't to say that Olivia wore the pants in the relationship because that statement would have been false. The two of them shared the pants in their relationship, not one person having more control over the other. But it had always been seen that Olivia was the more insistent of the two, that she was the slight edge to Thomas while he was the soft edge to her, evening each other out, completing one another.
But now Chardonnay was being berated like a child, like she remembered being talked to once before after flushing her great grandmother's pearls down the toilet that she had gotten out of her mother's jewelry box after she had been told time after time that she couldn't touch anything in there. But the temptation had been too much for her to handle, too strong for her to not grab a hold. It's not like she threw the pearls in the toilet on purpose; they slipped out her hands and fell into the toilet and when she tried to reach in there and grab them she lifted her other hand and flicked the lever down to flush it. Luckily they had been able to retrieve the pearls after calling the plumbing company, but her mother had been so irate and angry that she actually scared Chardonnay. Olivia had apologized afterward, told Chardonnay that her temper just gotten the better of her and that she didn't mean to yell. She had been hurt in that moment too, Chardonnay could tell. Even if she had been too young to really understand, she could see the hurt and regret forming in her mother's eyes as they sat on Chardonnay's bed together. She could see the tears well in her mother's eyes that she rapidly blinked back to keep herself from crying.
There were a lot of things she got from her mother, and the biggest part of all had probably been her resilience and strong insistence on things. Unfortunately, that tended to clash every once in a while, like now. because of that.
"I don't understand how you can live life like this, Chardonnay," Olivia continued, "how you can be so happy by yourself? You need people in your life other than us. What if something happens to you? What if something happens to you and we can't get here in time? Having people here to make sure that you're okay, to make sure that--"
"What makes you think anybody else would be able to get to where ever I am in time to help me?" Chardonnay snapped back, an instant mistake that she wanted to take back. She felt her throat constrict, and when her mother whipped her head to look at her, Chardonnay turned to look away.
"I don't know. But someone might be able to help you, a friend at least. Maybe not a boyfriend. Maybe you won't start your own family, but friends, a friend, are people that you need in life, Chardonnay! I know you hate when I talk bout this, I know you hate when I insist that you find someone to spend your life with, but I'm only doing this for your own good. I'm only doing this because I care about you and because I don't want you to end up alone when you don't have to. I just... I don't understand why you can't trust people and why you find yourself so unlovable." They stopped at another red light, five minutes down the road from Chardonnay's condo building. "You are not unlovable Chardonnay. You're just stubborn, but if you actually just opened yourself up to someone then maybe you can actually let someone love you. You can't continue to go through life like this..."
"No, Mom, no! Okay? I don't want friends! I don't want a boyfriend, or a husband, or a family of my own. I'm fine on my own whether you or dad like that or not! This is just how I am, this is just how I want my life to be!" Chardonnay didn't mean to yell, but when it came out there was no stopping it. She swallowed and bit the inside of her cheek, trying to calm herself. "I just.. I'm not like you or dad. I don't need friends. I only need you two, and I honestly don't think spending my life alone will be that bad. At least then I won't have to worry about people betraying me because people do that to each other all the time. I know you only want the best for me, but being close to people is not the best for me. You have the understand that. You and Dad."
Olivia didn't say anything else. She turned into the parking garage and parked the car in the spot that Chardonnay's car was designated. The two women sat in their seats for a moment, both of them looking at their laps at they listened to the hum of the engine rumbling from under the hood of the car. "I don't understand how you grew this fear of trusting people. You father and I always taught you that, yes, while there are people out there who want to hurt you, there are people out there who wanted to be there for you. You just had to find those people. Apparently we didn't teach that to you well enough."
Olivia's door clicked open as she pulled the handle, yet Chardonnay stayed put. She hurt her mother, not for not wanting to have friends or a family of her own, but just because she knew her mother felt like, at some point, she and Thomas had failed in raising their daughter the right way. Chardonnay had issues with trust, she knew she did, but she didn't think it had anything to do with their parents. It had everything to do with the world and people around her instead, but how could she make her mother understand that without making her feel even worse? Her parents, she knew, tried their best to teach their daughter the ways of the world as she grew, to teach her the positives that were there, yet she always looked at the negative. When her parents saw people that they could trust, Chardonnay say people that would betray her. When her parents talked about her getting married and being happy, she only saw herself standing at the alter alone, a complete contrast to how she used to think when she was six.
Gently, Olivia coaxed Chardonnay out the car and the two women walked to her condo and were greeted by Thomas' beaming smile. They both smiled, too, to not have him worry about the little squabble they had in the car. He didn't seem worried. He and Olivia were going to out again for a little bit longer, and they offered Chardonnay to come, but with a glance at her mom Chardonnay declined, said that she was tired, and told them to have a good time. Thomas joked that they wouldn't be out too late but to not wait up for them (he even winked after saying that to her) and the two left. And Chardonnay was left in the quiet of her apartment to wade through her stifling thoughts. Thinking about Arthur and what they were doing with each other, and thinking of her mother and all that she had said in the car, the way that she had looked after Chardonnay snapped. God, she hated herself for snapping at her mother. All the woman was doing was looking out for her daughter, and she had the audacity to get angry with her, to yell at her?
Was she a bad person?
Chardonnay kept herself out of the slump that she wanted to fall into until her parents finally left two days after. Staying true to their word, Olivia and Thomas had visited Jason's theater and watched a movie, leaving a generous donation in their wake. They offered for Chardonnay to come with them, but she used the excuse that she had to go to work. It wasn't a lie, but they went to the movies in the morning, when she didn't have to go in for a couple of hours. She and her mother never spoke about the incident in the car until Olivia and Thomas were walking out the door. Thomas held their suitcases in hand, having already given Chardonnay his customary bear hug and kiss before he walked out the door, and Olivia had pulled Chardonnay into a tight hug, holding there longer than normal but Chardonnay didn't object to the hold. She wrapped her arms around her mother, and when she heard Olivia whisper that she was sorry for upsetting her the other day, Chardonnay shook her head and told her mother that it wasn't her fault. She said that she'd think about what she said, and after that her parents were gone behind the silver doors of the elevator with Chardonnay's blurry reflection pointing back at her. She could be loved...
But she didn't want to be.
There had been more than a few occasions in which she thought about texting Arthur, but she always stopped herself from doing so. The first time he asked her if she was busy, she said that she was, even if she wasn't. On that particular night after getting home and sending that all too familiar text that she had made it back safely she had been surprised to see that he asked if she was busy but instantly answered back that she was. She just needed more time. Though he was always on her thoughts, she couldn't stand the thought of being around him right now. She was still pissed at him for his comments at the restaurant, and it pissed her off more that, just as she had thought, she watched her employees and tried to be... Nicer to them, or use better wording with them and to actually tell them that they were doing a good job. If anything, they seemed even more unnerved by her words and always gave each other odd glances--both the chefs and servers--so she quickly went back to her old ways. They probably thought she had been on her period and instead of being even more of a bitch she had been nicer. Whatever. When she went back to normal, no one gave each other those odd looks again.
That night she laid on her bed, though, looking at the text that Arthur sent her and thought about what her mother said. That Arthur was a nice young man. That they would probably go good together. Chardonnay rolled her eyes to that and curled herself into a ball on her side. No, they weren't a good match. They matched in sex, they were compatible in that aspect, but that was it. If they ever got in a relationship with each other, they likely would end up killing each other. But even more than that she thought about the fact that Arthur was going to be the owner of that theater one day, a theater that she had never stepped foot in and never hoped to. But he was actually doing it. With no loan, with no help, he was saving his own money to pay for it.
How the fuck did that make her look since she had to get a loan from her dad to start her restaurant?
She tried to not let it bother her, but it did. It made her feel incompetent, and it made his voice resound around her mind when he sneered at her and called her spoiled. She knew she was, but... She wasn't that bad, right? Not as bad as he made her out to be... Right? "Fuck," she grumbled to herself, turning her body over and flopping her face into the pillow as she groaned. This shouldn't bother her. She was better that Arthur... Right?
As another week went by where Chardonnay still let Arthur know that she made it home safely every night, she eventually got over herself. She stopped thinking about what her mother said despite how they and Thomas talked everyday. She stopped thinking about Arthur as anything other than a fuckbuddy, and she convinced herself that she was better than him again. She got back on her routine of jogging every morning before she came back up to her condo, took a shower and got herself together, and then cooked breakfast for herself. She looked over paperwork, furrowed her brows at emails, and then... That was it. That was her life. But she missed having sex with Arthur, a staple that had been inserted in her life. By the end of the week she started to crave it more; she needed his hands back on her. She wasn't pissed at him any longer for what he said--well no, that was a lie because it still, somewhat, bothered her but she always pushed it aside and said that it didn't matter--and she just needed him back. She needed him to come back to her condo so that she could push him onto the bed, if she would have the strength and will to not just jump his bones in the foyer.
Luckily Arthur ended up texting her before she could text him, and she almost breathed out a sigh to that. Now she wouldn't have to seem like the desperate one, even if she had answered his text back a little too quickly. She changed out of her white button down and black slacks and fluffed her hair while running her hands through it to smooth it back out. She changed into a comfortable pair of pants that would be easy to slide right off of her, and with a black lace bra on, she covered her torso with a soft cotton black v-neck shirt. She looked at herself in the mirror of her bathroom, touched up her makeup, and then walked into her bedroom where she looked at herself in the full length mirror, making sure to keep it flicked off so that it didn't talk. She looked good. Comfortable, but not as if she had just been woken up. Her makeup was good, her hair wasn't a mess, and her clothes weren't winkled on her.
She was ready just in time to hear the knock on the door. She breathed out a breath, told herself to calm down, and finally walked to the door where she opened it and saw Arthur on the other side. She gave him a once over, rolled her eyes and scoffed at his plaid, but grabbed him by the collar of the shirt before he could say anything and pulled him into a hungry kiss. He seemed nervous, she thought, before she pulled him in, but she figured she'd make him not nervous. This is what they normally did. This had almost been three weeks in the making, and she needed him. "If you're worried that I'm upset about dinner, I'm not. You said what you had to say, I said what I had to say, and I'm over it. I'm over the embarrassment that my parents brought to me and you better be too." She pulled back when she spoke and gave him a raised brow look. "Now you just need to get this plaid off so that I don't have to look at it anymore." And with that she pulled him into another kiss and already started to unbutton his shirt.