In Love with the Wrong Twin? The CEO Reve Twins

Chapter 19

Chapter 19

Rebeccas POV

We arrived at a tall building that was in the centre of the city, I looked at it in awe. The large glass windows made it seem larger than it was. I stared up, wondering where we were. Michael opened my door for me, and I got out, making sure I had everything I needed. He actually grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the building.

“Hello Mr Reve.” The doorman greeted.

“Hello Stan. This is Miss Harper. If you ever see her, she’s allowed access without me.” He answered in his serious tone. Stan the doorman merely nodded and greeted me. I smiled and nodded back.

“Where are we?” I asked, curiously. He looked at me shocked.

“My house.” My jaw dropped open. I knew he lived close to me but not in one of the largest and nicest buildings. I always assumed he just lived in one of the houses like Chris did.

“You live here?” I asked as he pulled me into the elevator. Before he could answer I realised something. “Wait, why are we here?”

“I’m not a party animal Becks, you know that. Sure, I like a drink and to spend time with you guys, but the night life isn’t for me. I feel the most comfortable in a space that I know. A space that’s mine and where I know whose sat on my seats, whose cleaned my tables and glasses. Somewhere safe.”

“Oh.” Was all I could answer. All the times he had followed us out and seemed miserable, now I knew why. He liked being with us but not being out.

“We can have just as much fun at my place. Come on.”

We arrived at one of the floors, around 20 floors up but not quite at the top and he pulled out a card. When the elevator opened there were only two doors. Neither were numbered but Michael pulled me towards the left one and opened it with the card. When he opened the door, I was taken aback by how large it was. The kitchen area was open plan to the dining and front room. There was a large oak table in the dining area which was set apart due to its laminated flooring. The living area was carpeted in a white carpet and had a large screen TV hanging on the wall and a large corner sofa in grey was surrounding it. A glass coffee table and glass shelves were decorating it. There were various books, ornaments and awards on the shelves. In one of the corners there was also a large area that seemed like a second kitchen but then I noticed it was full of wines and spirits. A bar?

Michael took off his shoes, so I did the same and hung up my bag and jacket. He walked to the dining area and pushed the table and chairs to the wall, so the laminated floor was clear. He then grabbed a remote from the kitchen side, dimmed the lights and pressed another button so a few lights began dancing across the laminate floor. It looked just like a dance floor from most clubs. He walked over to the bar area, and I was so in awe that I just casually followed him over. He pulled off his jacket and tie and undid his top button before pulling two glasses off one of the shelves.

“Welcome to Che Reve, What can I get for you?” He asked and laughed. A proper laugh. He was obviously a lot more comfortable here and I couldn’t help but join in with his laughter.

“What have you got?”

“Well, I had to buy some new bottles of wine seeing as I found out my best friend liked this gross sparkling sugar drink.” And he pulled a bottle of sparkling white wine from out of the mini fridge.

“Well, your… wait best friend?” I questioned. He didn’t answer but simply nodded, not taking his eyes off me. “W… well your best friend has taste that’s for sure.” He smiled again and my stomach fluttered. He popped the cork on the bottle and poured me a glass before opening a bottle of red for himself. He smiled and led me over to the kitchen table, so we were sat under the flashing lights.

“Music?” He asked, I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. He pressed another button, and some pop music came on, but it was only distant. Loud enough to dance to but we could also still talk.

“This is amazing Michael, how are you still single.” I asked, looking around in awe. When he didn’t answer me, I looked at him and found him staring at me. He looked away and drank his wine.

“I’m not the most sociable person Becks, you know that. People… baffle me.” He answered honestly. “I might seem like a grouchy, boring person but I just don’t get people. A lot of them lie to each other and others are just horrible. I see people, every day, scheme and pretend for the sake of their morals or to get people to like them or to extend business relationships. That’s not me.” He took another sip on wine. “I’m sorry if I seem annoyed today. I was just mad at being let down by someone.” I raised an eyebrow.

“Not me I hope?” I asked, cautiously.

“Never.” He said, looking at me with his cloudy grey eyes. There it was again, the smoke, drawing me in. Like a fog machine wanting me to dance in it. I licked my lips and looked back at him.

“Well, I’m glad. Want to talk about it?” He shook his head.

“No, were here for you to gossip and get stuff off your chest remember? Also, I believe there was the order of getting me tipsy?” I knew I had gone red. I don’t know why but him saying it made it sound way seedier than I had intended. I attempted to tell him off but could only mumble and splutter words. He laughed again and I couldn’t help but look at him again. His laughing made him seem so much softer, more approachable and more like… Chris. I mentally slapped myself. Stop comparing them.

“I think I have already moaned to you enough. I think its blatantly obvious that I don’t like Kira and no its not because I’m jealous. Even if Chris wasn’t with her, I wouldn’t like her. Sure, she’s clever and pretty but Jesus she’s spoiled, everything that she says is a scheme or some way to get information out of people. I think she hates me because of Chris but also because she knows I wont fall for her stupid games.” I took a deep breath; glad I had finally said what I had been thinking all week. I quickly downed my glass of wine. Michael looked at me concerned but didn’t interrupt. He got up to fetch the bottle of white wine over to the table and filled my glass whilst I continued to rant. “And Chris, hes… eurgh!” I got up and headed to the bar, not even asking permission and began looking through the spirits. I grabbed a bottle of what looked like vodka and was about to open it when Michael grabbed it off me. I was literally about to growl at him in anger when he said.

“Ill pour them, grab a stool” He motioned to the kitchen breakfast area, and I dragged a stool over to the bar. I noticed he had put back the vodka and instead pulled some fruit flavoured drink from under the bar. I didn’t know or even care what they were as long as they dulled the betrayal I felt. “Carry on.” He said as he handed me the shot. I downed it, an orange flavoured drink.

“I feel betrayed Michael. He always promised than no matter what we would remain best friends. I know…” I trailed off, feeling stupid. “I know I always said I would marry him, and I loved him, and I do. But when he met Kira, I knew how stupid those dreams were. I still long to be with him but I know that’s not realistic. Regardless, he took off Friday to Kira and even when he explained there had been an emergency i…”

“What?” Michael asked, looking for the first time, shocked.

“He had a family emergency with Kira Friday. That’s why he left. He didn’t tell you?” I saw him tilt his head. Intrigue?