Late Night Coffee – Part ll

She didn't say anything except to give him directions on the way to Ophelia's home. He sneaked glances at her from time to time, and despite the urge to strike up a discussion, he stayed silent.
He soon drove into Ophelia's apartment complex and parked.
"Thanks." She said she was getting out of the car, and Onyx followed her out. She began walking into the building, but when Onyx followed her, she came to a halt and turned around.
"Where are you going?" Onyx shrugged as she inquired curtly.
"I'm walking you to your home. Father told me to make sure you reach home safely." Onyx nodded like a wise sage, and Ophelia rolled her eyes.

Ophelia turned around to face Onyx after unlocking the apartment door with the spare key she had.
"Thank you for the ride home," she said curtly, and Onyx nodded. "You're welcome,"
"Good night." Ophelia attempted to turn around but was stopped when Onyx began to talk. "Are you not going to invite me inside?"
"Why would I?" She narrowed her eyes.
"I took you on a date and where you caught your boyfriend, er, 'ex-boyfriend,' cheating on you, and then I drove you home. At the very least, you could offer me a cup of coffee."
"We've run out of coffee." Ophelia attempted to close the door, but Onyx moved his leg forward, preventing the door from closing.
"What about a cup of tea?" He smirked. "I don't drink tea." Ophelia curtly said her eyes narrowed.
"All right, I'll have a glass of water," Onyx said, and Ophelia sighed as she let go of the door. Onyx's eyes were drawn to the contents of the little apartment as she walked to the kitchen. The design in the living area was simple and modest. The kitchen and small dining table were on the left, and the two doors on the other side, which he assumed were the bedrooms. Onyx's eyes lit up as he sat on the couch and Ophelia returned from the kitchen with a cup of coffee.
"I thought you'd run out of coffee." Ophelia rolled her eyes as he sipped his coffee.
"Thank you for today." She sighed as she sat down. "Finish your coffee and get going." She spoke quietly yet firmly.
"Are you going to kick me out of your house?" Onyx inquired while sipping his coffee, and Ophelia leaned back on the couch.
"I'm out of energy. See yourself out." Onyx chuckled as she looked tired.
"I'm guessing you spent all your energy yelling at that guy?" He inquired, and Ophelia nodded.
"What was his name again?" When he inquired, she shrugged and closed her eyes. "Mr. Cheating asshole."
"Where does he work?" Onyx chuckled and inquired, and Ophelia raised her head. "Why? "You're going to have him fired as well?"
"I haven't fired anyone for personal reasons, and I certainly haven't had you fired."
"Sure, sure."
"Tell me where that guy works now."
"Why do you want to know?"
"You said you'd make his life a living nightmare, so I thought I'd help."
"By what? Getting him fired?" Ophelia inquired, and he chuckled.
"No, but I can make his life at work miserable." Ophelia lifted her brows as Onyx offered with a smirk. She hummed, rubbing her jaw with her finger, pretending to contemplate, "I can actually take up that offer."
"You really should. Now, where does he work?" Onyx kept asking as he leaned forward and she narrowed her eyes in suspicion.
"Why are you being so nice? Did your father threaten to cut down your monthly allowance?" Onyx scoffed as Ophelia chuckled. "Or did he threaten to disown you?" Onyx rolled his eyes as Ophelia feigned a gasp.
"Even if he did, it won't leave a scratch on my bank account or me. I have a few businesses of my own. I am capable of maintaining my lavish lifestyle." Onyx said proudly, shrugging his shoulders. Ophelia nodded, her brow furrowed. "Well good for you."
"Are you going to tell me where he's working?" Onyx inquired, growing impatient, and Ophelia smirked faintly.
"No." Her response caused him to frown in confusion, so he inquired. "Why?"
"Because I don't trust you. Not even a little bit." Ophelia's voice became stern, and she said this while staring him in the eyes. Onyx sat there staring at her, as though her gaze had captured her. When she looked away, he was finally able to take his gaze away from her.
"You don't trust me, but you let me in your house alone at this hour?" Onyx inquired as he leaned back on the couch. "You know what I'm capable of," Ophelia said with a chuckle.
Onyx coughed as he relived the memories and pain of the kick. Ophelia chuckled, resting on the couch.
"Are you done with the coffee?" He shook his head when she asked.
"I'd like to have another one."
"I'm out of energy. Make one for yourself." He chuckled as she waved her hand away, brushing away his request. "Go home, Mr. Reighs. I'm tired and I need sleep." Ophelia closed her eyes and spoke in a drowsy tone.
Onyx couldn't take his gaze away from her as he stared at her face. Her brows were slightly furrowed, her long black eyelashes brushed against her cheekbones, and her luscious lips were sealed together. He should leave, but his body didn't seem to respond to his mind and persisted in sitting on that couch and being near to her.
"Feistesch fuuss." Onyx mumbled, and Ophelia asked groggily. "Did you say something?"
"Nothing." Onyx quietly replied shaking his head. He doesn't believe Ophelia heard him. He set the cup of coffee on the table and strolled around to where Ophelia was lying. (Feisty Vixen.)

He could tell she'd dozed off when he caught a glimpse of her face. Although the couch and position did not appear to be very comfortable, she is a retired Air Force officer and commercial pilot. Onyx frowned as he noticed her brows knotted together, and his hand lifted to caress the scowl formed on her brow. Her frown faded as her face relaxed. When Onyx realized he was touching her, his eyes widened! What if she wakes up! She'd definitely kick his sacks and not miss this time. He chuckled at the thought and sat next to her for a while. Ophelia didn't wake up; she was fast asleep. Onyx walked back to her after opening each bedroom door to see whose room it was. He softly picked up her into his arms and carried her to her bedroom. He removed her jacket and shoes before tucking her inside the comforter. Ophelia adjusted herself into a more comfortable position to sleep, while Onyx was kneeling by her bed, his gaze never left her face.
"Gutt Nuecht, klenge Fuuss." In a misty voice, he said with a smile surpassing the urge to touch her face and kiss her forehead. Onyx got to his feet and walked to her bedroom door. With one last look at her sleeping figure, he softly closed the door and exited the apartment, locking the main door. (Good night, little Vixen.)

The drive back to his penthouse was short. The city was slowly falling asleep, while the nightlife was only waking up. He was soon entering his penthouse through the private elevator. After taking a shower, he changed out of his suit. With a glass of scotch, Onyx stood by the window in his office overlooking the beautiful city. The sound of footsteps approached and after a knock on the door, the person walked into the dark office.
"So it was really you," Onyx stated, his voice deadly cold, and he could hear the woman trembling in dread.