‘There is and never will be any wedding, Laurie. I don’t know what my mother has told you, but she does not run my life and she sure as fuck isn’t going to tell me who the hell I can and can’t marry. Now, I’d appreciate it if you would leave and not come back. I have found my forever, and you are not it.” I turned my back to her emphasizing the point. She stands there for a few seconds, I’m sure waiting to see if I am going to acknowledge she is still in the room. When I fail to do so, I hear her huff and leave. No doubt to let my mother know. Like I give a shit.
I have no clue how much longer I pace my office before grabbing my shit and leaving. By the time I make it home, I am a crazy fucking lunatic. Have you ever seen a lion when it knows its target is near and it is done waiting? Yea, that’s me. I grab my phone and decide texting Cord is not going to be enough. I need to call him. I need to know how to find her. He has his fucking soulmate. I need mine. I’m going to kill his ass if he doesn’t answer his fucking phone. I need my air back.Chapter ThreeDunCord and his wife are pushing me to the limit. No matter how many times I have asked for the information, she has refused to give it to me. She keeps feeding me some bullshit about not knowing where she is, which, come on, do I look like a complete moron? That is her best friend. How in the hell wouldn’t she know where she is? Don’t know my ass. To top it all off, she tries to lecture me, like a fucking child, some bullshit about being ready and being sure she is what I want. Talking about proving to her that she is what I want. How the hell am I supposed to do that when I can’t fucking find her? I swear, if it weren't for the fact that I love my friend and Phillipa like my sister, I would lose my damn mind on her. In the end, what would that solve?
I don’t know how many times I have had to have the cleaners come in here and clean up shit I have broken because I let my temper get the best of me. “The fuck am I paying this dipshit for?” grabbing my phone off of the counter, I dial the number for my P.I. “Mr. Louis, Sir.” This dipshit.
“Don’t sir me. Why haven’t I gotten any information from you? You sure as hell don’t take that long to cash my check.” I find myself screaming into the phone.
“Sir, I am working on it. Every time the trail heats up, it gets cold. The last place I tracked her was in Columbus, Indiana. Not sure where she went after Mr. Louis.” SON OF A BITCH!!! I scream throwing my phone across the phone. Watching it shatter against the wall, I can’t help but see the irony in it. Watching it fall to the floor, I can feel the inside of me doing the same. My mind keeps running through everything I could have done, said, anything to prevent this torture. For the life of me, I wish I could. I would do anything so she knows that for me, there is no more than her. She is everything.
Knowing there is nothing I can do right now, I change clothes and hit the gym on my second floor. The pull-up bar helps to center me, giving me a second to focus on anything other than my mind. Deep breathing is key. It isn’t until I am hitting the punching bag that everything comes back and hits me. My arms begin to ache as I punch it over and over, the chain holding it up rattling, the beam shaking, warning me that if I don’t take it easy, it will fall much like my hope. Phillipa’s words, raining down on me, pissing me off since I don't know how I can do any of the shit she is saying.
Walking out of the gym, I go straight to the bathroom, turning on the shower. Walking in, I can't help but lean against the wall, letting my mind wander to the memory of her in my arms. The way our bodies molded perfectly together. The way her pussy squeezed mine, begging me not to leave it unsatisfied, as if I could pull out of the hot, wet sea she has between her legs. I love the way our mouths danced with one another, a perfect rhythm. When she screamed in my ear as her release slid down my cock, dripping off my balls, her cries sunk into me filling me with the missing piece. The thing I have been longing for, waiting for her to come into my life and take any and everything she needs and wants. I just didn’t count on it being my heart, trailing behind her, waiting on her to bring it back home. My hand creeps down, stroking my cock up and down, squeezing off and on, bringing myself to the brink but not taking that final plunge. I take a deep breath, calming myself, refusing to spray this fertilizer anywhere but in her. I pet him one more time, before washing up and getting out.