he was leaving. already. he had come over nearly an hour ago, unannounced— not that you minded. your fiancé was gone, out of town on some business trip, leaving you home alone with plenty of free time.

he had wasted no time in stuffing you against the sheets and making you forget everything but his name. and yet, he was leaving? leaning back against your headboard, watching him as he watched himself get ready in your mirror to head back out, you could only hope that someday you'd be able to understand what was going on in that head of his.

he was always so stoic, so professional. something you begrudgingly admired about him; which he knew. he would be perceived however he wanted you to perceive him. ignorance is bliss, as they say, and you were painstakingly ignorant as to what kind of man he really was behind his designer suits, expensive watches, new cars and his penthouse that certainly costed more than your life was worth.

he was better than you, and he knew it. maybe you did, somewhere in the depths of your mind. he would always be more presentable, more likeable and much more wealthy than you or that fiance of yours he hated so much.

"when will i see you again?"

your voice, soft, small and meek had snapped him out of his gluttonous thoughts.

"soon." he said simply, exhaling deeply through his nose as he finished buttoning his pants and adjusting his tie. of course, soon. it was always the same answer. that could mean he'd be back tomorrow, in a week, a month? he liked to keep you waiting.