8 Chapter 8 :

Luke drives me home and I get into the elevator and wait, until I hear a ping and the double doors open to reveal the foyer. I spot Mrs. Reed cooking something. I'm famished. Running a hand through my unruly hair, I walk towards the kitchen, trying to peek in, to see what he's cooking.

"Chicken sandwich along with mayonnaise, Mr. Godfrey?"

I beam. It's my favourite.

"Sure, Mrs. Reed. Place the food on the plate, and I'll be right back."

She nods and starts working on the food again. I loosen my tie and stride towards my room. My room's empty. Am I really lonely?

Fuck. What's gotten into me? I remember what my ex told me just before he left me.

"You're a manwhore, Godfrey." Mark hissed through his gritted teeth. I let out a laugh. Devoid of humour. It's just an empty laugh. "Ah, what a keen and accurate observation."

I smirk at him. I barely care what he thinks about me. "All you cared about, was the sex!" He narrowed his eyes as he shouted. Well, that's true.

"I'm not denying that." I grin. He shakes his head.

"You have no heart, man." I frown, scratching my chin, "Am I supposed to?" Mark scoffs at my comment.

"That's why you're lonely. Don't you see it?" I sit on the bed, as I grab a glass and pour myself some Brandy. "No, I'm not. And I don't see it that way." I confess, sipping the drink. "How can you be this unfeeling? I love you."

I raise my glass, pretending to make a toast, "Good luck with that. Here's a cheque of $25,000. Stop making a scene here, and go." He gapes at me. "It's not about the money!"

I throw my glass across the room, breaking it as I say, "What did you think, I don't know? I don't have a fucking heart, that's it. I don't do the love thing. I don't have feelings. I never had. Now, go, Mark. Take the money, and forget about me." I massage my temples.

"Fine." His voice is a breathless whisper, as he grabs the cheque and runs out of my room.

It's been about 2 weeks, since that night. When have I wanted someone to complete me? Yeah, a quarter to never. I shake my head as I get in the shower. After a while, I dry myself, a drape a silk robe over my naked skin, as the silk glides over my body as smooth caramel. Life brings fucking responsibilities. And living for about 258 years, seems to be a curse, than a boon. When I get back to the kitchen, Mrs. Reed has already served in my dinner. I eat the meal with pleasure.

I rummage out a few blood bags out of the fridge and drink two of them. I pay the blood bank a small fortune for their kindness. I have to check my emails.

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From: Stefan Bailey

Subject: Shipment

Date: 9th June, 2018. 21:43

To: Damian Godfrey

Mr. Godfrey,

I've figured out the details of the shipment. Our team has managed to get the best out of it without losing much money. We've done it.

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I beam. The news is worth a vacation and a glass of champagne. I'm glad that the shipment was worth the fucking risk I took. It was no less than a gamble. I decide to reply.

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From: Damian Godfrey

Subject: Good news

Date: 9th June, 2018. 21:57

To: Stefan Bailey

Stefan,

I admire you for your dedication and hardwork. Great job, Stefan. Good night.

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Finally, I could heave a sigh of relief. I hate to admit it, but the shipment almost made me lose my shit. I'm glad that Stefan could figure it out, before it was too late. I was in deep thought, when a ping from my laptop brings me down to the earth. It's from Lucas.

Yes! Why am I behaving like a child who has been offered candy? I should get a grip, before this kind of attitude gets me in trouble.

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From: Lucas Carter

Subject: Tomorrow's schedule

Date: 9th June, 2018. 22:02

To: Damian Godfrey

Damian,

The schedule for tomorrow is packed. You have two conference calls. One with Max Matthews and the other with Ronald Braunt. By the way, thanks for the ride.

X

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Was that a kiss at the end? I'm flattered. But his tone if friendly....to friendly. Maybe he's not into guys. He's too young and deserves better than me. I should try to get him out of my brain. I sigh. The shouldn't mess with the staff.

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From: Damian Godfrey

Subject: Busy schedule

Date: 9th June, 2018. 22:08

To: Lucas Carter

Lucas,

Thanks for asking me this. Yes, please postpone the conference with Ronald to day after tomorrow. Can you join me for a drink, perhaps tomorrow? If you're free?

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Maybe like a date? For a drink? Would he accept?