Chapter 2: To be needed
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Lana’s pov
I looked at Lucien, whose cold eyes were on me.
“Yes, I knew this day would come,” I answered, and watched as he frowned as he looked at me.
“Don’t get me wrong, it hurts, but I always knew this day would come. An orphan like me can’t even dream of being with someone like you,” I said, and he didn’t say anything.
I looked at Mrs Jane, whose eyes were on me.
The pity in her eyes as she looked at me broke my heart.
But is it the pity in her eyes or the cold look on Lucien’s face that’s breaking my heart?
The tears I have been holding back started flowing down my face.
“I am really hurt, but you are right. You never promised me the world, you never told me that you loved me. I walked into this with both eyes open,” I said, and then wiped away my tears.
Lucien handed me a handkerchief but I shook my head.
I can’t have anything that belongs to him with me.
“We can drive to work together, you don’t seem like you are in a state to drive,” he said, and I shook my head.
“No need,” I said and then gave him my best smile.
“Don’t worry about me, just do what you need to do. Mrs Jane, seems like this is the last time we are seeing each other,” I said and the old woman nodded.
“Take care of yourself,” she said, and I smiled and then turned around.
I got into my car and started driving, but he was right.
I wasn’t in a state to drive, let alone in a state to even go to work.
So I drove straight home and called in sick, it’s the first time in 2 years, so it was approved.
The last thing I want is to see the same person who broke my heart.
Yes, I work for the Langford Corporation.
I have been sleeping with my boss.
In my defence, I started sleeping with him before he was even my boss.
I stayed in my room the whole weekend and cried myself to sleep most of it.
I made sure to avoid the newspaper, social media, or even TV because I didn’t want to see their wedding.
And just as I guessed, Lucien didn’t even care enough to call and ask how I was doing.
They got married yesterday, which means that today is their honeymoon.
I looked at myself in the mirror and smiled a bit.
Sometimes you just need a good cry, nothing a night of crying can’t fix.
I feel a little better now, and it helps that he won’t be there.
Today, I will hand in my resignation letter, and then that’s it.
Rich people's honeymoons usually last for about a month, so by the time he comes back, I will be gone.
This city has never loved me; all it has done is give me suffering and pain.
Can you believe it?
I have lived here for about 26 years, actually all my life, and I don’t even have a single friend.
I have never really connected with people.
A woman at the orphanage once called me a curse, and she wasn’t wrong at all.
What do you call someone who has never had a friend?
I brushed off all the negativity and then drove to work.
I handed in my two-week notice and then went to my office to finish up my work.
I went to the marketing meeting and frowned when I walked in, and Lucien was there.
“Good morning,” I said as I sat down, and everyone greeted me back.
During the entire meeting, Lucien’s gaze was on me the whole time.
The people around us didn’t seem to notice, or they acted like they didn’t notice.
People are usually even too scared to look in the direction he is in.
So maybe they didn’t notice.
Why is he even looking at me like that?
I didn’t say anything but just continued with my work.
After the meeting, I went to my office and started working.
The door opened, and Lucien stood there looking at me.
“Can I help you, sir?” I asked him and he nodded.
“I would like to look at the revised marketing plan for the smart watch,” he said, and I nodded.
“I have sent it to your email,” I answered and he shook his head.
“Open it on yours, I want to give you a few pointers,” he said, and I nodded.
I opened it on my laptop, and as I was about to hand him the laptop.
I felt him standing behind me.
He buried his head on my neck and wrapped his hands around me.
“I love your scent,” he said and tried to get out of his hold.
“Please, can you stop doing that?” I said and he didn’t listen at all.
“This isn’t the first time I've held you like this? Why do you have a problem with it now?” he asked me.
“Because you are a married man, sir, this is wrong,” I said and pushed myself out of his hands.
I looked at him.
“Please don’t ever touch me again,” I said firmly.
“What? You don’t like it when I touch you? A few days ago, you were moaning my name like your life depended on it,” he said, and I sighed at this.
“Why are you acting like this? This isn’t like you; you are usually someone who stands by their decision. You always have a clear resolve, then what is wrong with you?” I asked him.
He has always been someone who says what they thinks.
But looking at him now, it feels like there is something he isn’t saying.
Flashback
“Are you done with the work, Lana?” Professor Sterling asked me, and I nodded.
I handed him the files, and he smiled as he looked at them.
“Good work, everyone. You should go to Lana so she can teach you about the topic. It’s clear some of you didn’t understand it,” he said, and I sighed. Is he trying to get me killed?
These rich kids don’t like me already, and the last thing I want is them to be provoked.
I walked out and went to the library, and I made sure to hide in a faraway corner.
“Let me read your paper,” a cold voice suddenly said, and I turned around to find Lucien standing there looking at me.
Trousers and blazers, that is mostly what he wears ever since I met him.
If there is anyone whose entire personality and looks scream rich, it’s him.
I heard that he and Celeste are a thing, and I think I get why.
“Of course,” I said and then turned around to take the paper out of my back.
Suddenly, someone hugged me from behind, and I froze in my tracks.
“You smell good,” Lucien said and I didn’t move at all.
“What are you doing?” I asked him, but didn’t want to turn my head.
I have seen enough movies to know that it is how accidental kisses happen.
“I want to hold you,” he answered.
“I told you that day, didn’t I? Did you forget what I said?” he asked me, and I shook my head.
“What did I say, Lana?” he asked me.
“That you wanted me,” I whispered, and he nodded.
“Yes, and I am Lucien Langford. I always get what I want. Are you uncomfortable? If you are, then I can give you space,” he said.
I was about to nod that I was uncomfortable, but he interrupted.
“Don’t forget your own words, lies pollute the soul,” he suddenly said.
If I said I was uncomfortable, I would be lying. I do feel kind of funny, but I like the way I feel.
I like his scent, and I feel safe in his arms.
I have never been held, and I don’t remember the last time I was hugged.
He stayed like that, and he looked at the paper that was on the desk.
End of flashback
“Nothing is wrong with me, stop acting like you know,” he said and then stormed out of the office.
Whatever is wrong with him, it’s honestly none of my business anymore.
I just need to get through these two weeks, and I will be just fine at the end.
Surprisingly, I already got a solid job offer, and I will be out of here in no time.
Plus, I have money saved up, so I can start afresh in any part of the world now.
Will I be able to make friends there?
Will I find someone who won’t just want me but will also need me?
What’s more important, to be needed or to be wanted?
- Writer
