I feel a shudder run down my spine. This creep is really trying to chat me up right now. This was a mistake. A huge mistake. I try to dodge him and make a failed attempt to hail a cab, but he grabs me by my arm, stopping me in my tracks.
“Don’t ignore me,” the guy hisses in my ear.
His breath stinks like cigarettes and booze. I try to shrug him off, but he’s stronger than me. His grip on my arm is like a vice, his nails digging into my skin.
“Please, no, leave me alone.”
“I said don’t,” he snarls.
I try to scream, but nothing comes out.
I try to run, but my feet won’t move.
No one is here to save me. Everyone is just walking past like they don’t even see me. I’m invisible, even inside this big body that nobody seems to want.
I deserve this. I deserve to be alone…
CHAPTER TEN
Tate
I hate that I had to leave Macy behind this morning. I had no choice when I remembered I had a request from one of my customers, asking to pick up a piece of furniture from my workshop in the early hours of the morning. From there, the day just seemed to get away from me. I had endless tasks to deal with at work, and I had no way to get away and get back to my girl. It certainly doesn’t help that at some point last night, I lost my phone and haven’t been able to find it since.
Still, at least I left her a note.
I know she’s a little insecure, and I didn’t want her thinking I’d abandoned her. I put it right on her nightstand so that it would be there when she woke up. It explains everything. Part of me had wanted to wake her with a kiss, to say a proper goodbye to get me ready for the day, but she looked so peaceful and I didn’t want to disturb her.
But the end of the workday is nearing, and soon, I’ll be able to get back to her. I often work late because there don’t seem to be enough hours in the day to meet demands. It’s just me and my workshop against the world, so I have to be dedicated. And I guess since I’ve never had a family, it’s never mattered until now.
But the thought of getting back to Macy, picking up from where we left off…it’s been haunting me all day. My cock has been rock hard since the moment I woke up this morning, and I know I won’t be satisfied until I’m inside Macy. Last night was incredible, watching her body writhe beneath mine, having her suck me off…but I want more.
In fact, I want everything.
I need her body beneath mine while I pound my cock deep inside her tight little pussy. I need to reach new heights, explore new terrain, take actions I never have before. I’ve spent my whole life waiting for this opportunity, and now, I need it like I need to breathe.
I finally finish up at the workshop and wipe my brow. There’s no time to get changed or to freshen up. I need to get to her. I jump into my car, wishing I could call in advance, but at least I know she’ll be happy to see me. I just hope she saw the note.
I drive as fast as I’m able to without getting myself stopped, making some questionable driving choices along the way.
I know that I’m being reckless, but I don’t care.
I need to get to her and fast.
I’ve been away from her for far too long. She’s as addictive as any drug, and I need to get my dose of her. I feel myself growing angry as I get stuck in traffic, my knuckles turning bone white on the steering wheel.
I need her and I need her now.
I start moving again and this time, traffic is on my side. My heart is racing to keep up with the adrenaline in my veins as I speed my way to Macy’s apartment. I just hope she’s home so that I can simply sweep her up like I did last night and take her right away. I don’t want to be kept waiting. Not where she’s concerned.
I park outside her apartment building and buzz her apartment, but there’s no response. I bounce on the balls of my feet, impatient, and try again, but there’s no response. Either she’s ignoring me or there’s no one home…and I think the second scenario is more likely.
I frown to myself. Where is she?
We discussed last night the possibility of seeing each other again today. If she read my note then surely she knows to wait for me? I growl in frustration at the situation. If only I hadn’t lost my damn phone, I could call her.