Broken Together

Chapter 6: Shot at The Night

CHAPTER 6

AMELIA

It’s 4 am, and I hardly slept at all. Last night was a roller coaster but the reason why I can’t sleep is those rich blue eyes, lips soft but urgent against mine and those words with that hell of a sensual voice, “Let’s go on a date” echoing in my head. He drove me back to my apartment, listening to a song on his radio that I’m not familiar with, but it conveys something about peer pressure. I steal glances at him while his eyes are on the road, and when we turned up at my apartment building, he gave me a quick kiss on the hand and take off. I spun to my alarm clock on the table next to my bed and it’s 4:05 am. Why is it so slow? It’s Friday and I’ve chosen not to go to the bookstore. I got up from my bed, since I will not get any sleep, and decided to take a stroll outside and make myself a coffee. 

After doing everything I can think of to pastime, read a novel, stupid attempt to workout, listen to music, clean the apartment, I ended up back in my bed again. I had no problem spending time alone, but it would be nice to talk to someone. Like a friend. I never had a friend that I can share my stories with. I’m not a loner or anything, I suppose I just didn’t have time to socialize. I work two jobs and by the time I’m finished for the day, I travel back straight to my apartment.

It’s now 6 am, and the sunlight filled my apartment. I wonder what Vincent is doing. Not like me, that’s for certain. He’s probably still sleeping. I don’t think that he’s the type of guy who worries over a date.

I wriggled out of my bed and continued straight to my shower. I stared at myself in the mirror. The girl looking back at me looks like hell. My hair is all over the place, my eyes look so fatigued and stripped of sleep. I groaned in defeat and resolved to take a shower. 

It’s already time. After a few hours, idling on the sofa, watching TV and capturing a few naps, I peeked at the time and it’s 5 pm. Vincent said that he’ll pick me up at 6 o’clock and my tummy spins and my heart is thumping like crazy. I rose from my sofa and ran straight to my bath to take a shower, again.

I’m standing in front of my closet in my towel, I don’t know what to put on. I’ve never been on a date before. I don’t even know where we’re going so, I’m not sure what I require to wear. When I asked Vincent about that last night while we were in the car, he just gave me an enigmatic smile. I glance back, it’s 5:35 pm so I need to conclude what to wear already. I snatched my dark blue jeans that I just bought recently at Target and a crochet white sweater. After putting on my clothes, I put on a bit of eyeliner and mascara, secured my hair in a bun and looked at myself in the mirror. This is the best that I can do.

When I walked outside of my apartment building, I saw Vincent leaning against the wall right at the entrance. The same spot where I saw him a few days ago. Although he’s glaring at something on his phone, he looks magnificent. He’s wearing a white t-shirt inside his black leather jacket and black shoes. His blonde hair looked like he used his hands to comb it, to push it back, and it looks soft that I crave to run my hands on it. He spotted me staring at him when he glanced up from his phone. He flashed his sexy crooked smile and my heart stops for a few seconds. 

He sauntered towards me, looking at me up and down, and it’s making me fidget. 

“What were you glaring at on your phone?” I asked him as he paused in front of me. 

“Something that is not important anymore.” He stated, he tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “Let’s go.” He held my hand and lead me to his fancy-looking car. I’m not good at cars so I don’t recognize what car this is, but it looks like it costs a lot of money. When we arrived at his car, I noticed my reflection in its window. I look so plain next to Vincent, who looks like he came out straight from a magazine. 

Vincent opened the door for me and I climbed in. After closing my door, I stared at him as he glides to the other side of the car. My heart sink thinking how opposite we are. 

“Are you okay?” He inquired when he climbs at the driver’s seat, facing me. 

“Yeah.” I replied, offering him a modest smile. 

He doesn’t look assured, but he started the engine and the car purred to life. 

The sun is setting, and it’s making the sky turn into a beautiful lilac. That and the song that Vincent played on his car is making me sleepy. This is what I get for not getting any sleep last night. I looked at the monitor attached on his dashboard and read the title of the song that’s playing. It says Get You by Daniel Caesar. It sounds sensual, but the lyrics are romantic. I glimpsed at Vincent and his eyes are fixed on the road, one hand on the wheel and the other on the rod. I’m still puzzled as to why he would want to go out with me, and he’s not giving me a straight answer for what he wants with me. I stared back at the road and I remembered what transpired at the bookstore. Is that going to happen again? Is that what he wants from me? I chewed my bottom lip. 

“A penny for your thoughts?” Vincent spoke, startling me. He glanced at me, smirking. 

“Where are we going?” I inquired, wishing he won’t ask further. 

He chuckled, staring back on the road, I guess he understood that I will not tell him what I’m thinking. No way. 

“I’m not going to tell you, just like you don’t want to tell me what’s happening in that beautiful head of yours.” He said smirking. 

I rolled my eyes at him. “Where is Gustav? Isn’t he your bodyguard or something?” I asked, looking at him as he drive. 

“I don’t bring him with me all the time.” He answered casually. “Plus, I don’t think I’ll be needing him, anyway.” He smiled, that secretive smile. 

I wasn’t able to say anything else because I was distracted at the huge stadium that Vincent parked in front of. 

“Why are we here?” I asked, scanning the place while Vincent held the car door open for me. 

“Come.” With one word, he took my hand and lead me to the Stadium’s entrance. 

The whole place was bright up, but there’s no one here, aside from us. There’s a stage at the middle of the field and it bears a black piano sitting on top of it and beside it is a candle light dinner. 

“Did you rent this place?” I asked Vincent as he lead me towards the stage. I can hear the astonishment in my voice.

“Yes.” He simply answered like it’s the most common thing in this world. 

“That’s enough.” Vincent spoke to the man who poured him wine. The man bent lightly. He later shifted to me, smiling. He signaled to pour me some wine when Vincent declared, “I’ll do that.” We both looked at him and he’s glaring. The man handed him the wine bottle and turned to leave.

“Thank you.” I expressed to him before he took off, and he showed me a modest smile. I looked back at Vincent and he’s pouring wine in my glass without even acknowledging the man.

He caught my eye, “What?” He inquired. 

“You certainly like to order people a lot without even thanking them.” I replied. 

“I thank them by paying them.” He claimed, eyebrows furrowed. He looked down on his plate and begins to cut his steak. 

I exhaled and did the same thing. I feel for the man earlier because I do the same thing at the restaurant and whenever someone thanks me, it makes me happy, and it makes all my hard work worth it. But Vincent doesn’t know that, because I’m sure he never once served anyone anything in his entire life. 

“I’m sorry.” I looked up from my plate when Vincent spoke. “I guess, I got so used to it, I forgot my manners.” He declared. He stares at me earnestly as he waits for my response.

“Okay.” I said, biting my lip as I try to hide the smile creeping out of my face, but when he smirked at me, I can’t help it anymore and I smirked back. 

“That’s not a positive start on our first date, huh?” He declared.

“Nope. You’re not good at these things.” I bantered. 

He chortled, “Apparently not with you.”

“How many did you bring here?” I asked, pretending like I just asked that for talk when I’ve been itching to find out since we got here.

“Just one.” He replied. 

I don’t know if the disappointment I felt is that visible on my face because Vincent added almost instantly, “Just you.” 

 I peeked up at him and he’s staring at me. “Why were you crying at the park last night?” He inquired. Serious and waiting for my answer. 

I blinked a few times, thinking of what to answer. “Can I explain some other time?” I asked as I stare down on my plate. 

“Why do you keep doing that?” 

“Doing what?” I asked without glancing at him. Playing with the fresh olives on my plate with my fork.

“You keep looking down, Amelia. Look at me.” He stated with a hint of authority on his tone.

I look up and when I did, he looked at me keenly. “Stop hiding yourself like that.” 

For some reason, that I don’t know why, he can be rude to other people and unsympathetic, but he can be gentle and attentive towards me. And that elicit a giggle from me. 

 His eyebrows furrowed. But he’s smirking. “What’s funny?” He inquired. 

“You’re weird.” I claimed, grinning. 

His eyes widen and later he chortled, taken aback by my reply, “Well, that’s a first. But you know what they say, being weird is never boring.” 

We smirked at each other for a few minutes before the breeze slapped and I got a shiver up and down my spine. Vincent rose up from his chair to remove his jacket. He proceeded towards me, “Here.” He suggested setting his jacket on my shoulders. I held on to it and I’m immediately consumed by his perfume. I like this scent. Vincent went back on his chair and I gawked at his broad shoulders and his lean body underneath that white t-shirt. 

“You like what you see?” He asked, smirking. 

I rolled my eyes at him, but deep inside I want to slap myself for checking him out. I can’t help it though. 

“So you mentioned that you’re a pianist.” I responded. 

He answered after drinking a few sips of wine, “Yes.” 

“How long have you been playing the piano?” I inquired, leaning forward, gripping the sides of his jacket with each hand. 

“Since I was 10. I picked up because of stepmom.” 

“Where’s your biological mom?” I asked softly. 

“She died.” He said indifferently, pouring himself another bottle of wine.

“I’m sorry.” I whispered. He looked at me for a few seconds later, he smirked. 

“It’s not your fault, Amelia.” He stated.

“Where’s your father? Do you have brothers or sisters?” 

“Still alive. Yes.” He said. 

“What?” I asked, confused. 

He chuckled, “My father is still alive and I do have a step sister.” 

“What do your parents do?” I asked.

“My stepmom is Claire Page; a violinist and my dad manage the business.”

“What business?” I inquired

“We manufacture musical instruments all over the world. And some other businesses.” He replied.

“I see.” I said. He is rich. Then why me? shouldn’t he be going out on a date with people like him.

Vincent rose from his chair and he strides towards the piano. He sat down on the chair without looking at me and he started playing. As I sat on my chair, watching him produce this beautiful yet sad melody with his fingers. Something about him as he played makes my heart ache and maybe that’s the power of music or maybe it’s what he wants to tell me through the melody.

He looks up, emotionless, as soon as the melody ended. I stared at him, not knowing what I should say. He closed his eyes and rose to his feet.

“Well, do you like it?” He asked when he opened his eyes.

I wonder what’s behind that sad melody. “It’s beautiful.” I answered, smiling.

He smiled back as he walks towards me, “Thank you.” He extends his hand to me to help me stand up from my chair. I normally would decline it and say that I can stand on my own but he’s been nice to me so I don’t want to be difficult. I placed my hand on his and he gave me a charming smile.

“Let’s go.” He said.

We’re sitting silently in his car. He started the engine and he looked over to me and smiled. Man, that smile makes me feel things inside my body and it’s making me squirm on my seat. He pulled out to the road and the music playing on his car set on low.

“What music do you listen to?” I asked, turning to face him and he drove.

He handed me his phone after unlocking it. As I scan through his playlist which consists of The Weeknd, 1975 and other bands I’m not familiar with, but after scrolling down further, I saw a band that I like too. I peeked at Vincent and his eyes are still on the road. He saw me looking at him, “You can choose a song.” He said, smiling.

I smiled back and selected a song from one of my favourite bands, and I’m glad that he likes The Killers too. One thing in common. Shot at The Night by The Killers starts playing and I placed his phone on the centre console.

Vincent didn’t comment on the song I’ve chosen, but when I glanced at him, he’s smirking and I made me smile too.

After a few songs, we’ve arrived at my apartment building.

“Thank you for tonight,” I announced, smiling.

“You’re welcome.” He replied, watching me. I spun to my door and to let myself out when he added, “Wait.” He opened his door, stepped outside and walked towards my door to open it.

I climb out of his car. “I’ll walk with you inside.” He suggested closing the door behind me. I nodded, and we continued to the entrance of my apartment building. I keep stealing glances at Vincent, I still have his jacket so I can see how his shirt clings to his skin and how he moves fluidly. He turned to look at me when we walked inside the lobby.

He doesn’t say anything, he’s just staring at me. I’m starting to fidget because I don’t know what to say or do. If I’m being honest, I don’t want this day to end yet because that will mean that I have to go back to my reality. He moved closer to me and I felt that familiar pull again. He stopped a few inches from me, staring down at me with a mysterious smile. My heart is beating faster and my throat is dry.

He took my hand and lead me to the stairs where there’s no light on. He pushed my body with his body against the railing. I’m panting already with his body against mine and his face leaning closer to my face. His pupils are dilated and his jaw clenches, his mouth partly open, and it’s a heavenly sight with him being this close to me. My breath hitched in my throat and I want to do what I wanted to do when I saw him this morning and before I knew it, my hand was on his hair. Running my hands on it like he always does when I defy him.

He made a slight grunt before pressing his lips against mine. His kisses differ each time, now it’s more carnal and intense as his tongue enters my mouth. He tastes so good that I don’t know if I have the strength to push him away. His hand slowly glides down on my body to the inside of my jeans while his lips trailed kisses down to my neck. I gasp when he entered one finger between my legs and I held on to his arms as his fingers slowly go in and out of me.

“You’re so tight, baby,” Vincent whispered so sensually on my neck. I moaned in response, savoring the pleasure.

He added another finger inside me and I wince as it gradually entered me. Vincent turned to read my face with worry in his eyes. “Are you okay?” he inquired.

I struggle to find my voice for a few minutes, then responded in a whisper, “I just…” I don’t know how to say it. I’ve never had a chance to point out this before to anyone.

His eyebrows furrowed as he stared at me. I chewed my lip, thinking of how to say it without embarrassing myself. Vincent slowly pulled out his fingers inside me and he removed himself from my body. His fierce expression from a while ago transformed into an impassive expression, and it’s making me uneasy.

“You’re a virgin.” He finally declared. I’m not sure if he’s asking me or if he’s expressing it, I nodded anyway.

He clenched his jaw again, and he ran his hand on his hair, and by now, I know that it’s a sign of frustration.

“I’m sorry.” The words rolled out of my mouth. It’s not like being a virgin is something I should be ashamed about, but I just feel sorry and I’m not exactly sure why. “Don’t be.” He stated calmly, then he cupped my cheeks and looked down on me with a warm smile. “We can always fix that.” He whispered before pressing his forehead against mine. Fix it? I can feel my cheeks heating.

He’s still smirking when he pulled away from me and he took my hand to press it on his lips, kissing my knuckles and it sends a feeling deep down where his fingers were.

“I need to go. You need to rest.” He said, and I’m not sure if I should invite him in my apartment. “I’ll text you.” He continued with a smirk. I nodded and went ahead to the elevator while he followed.

When the elevator door opened, I walked inside and turned to look at him. He has that mysterious smile again with his arms crossed and his hair tousled, making him look so sexy.

“Good night, Amelia.” He said before the elevator door closed.