She hesitates again, wanting to say something else, but she remains silent, so I assume the conversation is over.
I close my eyes for a moment trying to gather my thoughts.
“And um… how are things with your… um… lady friend?”
I laugh quietly. I am defeated and delirious from the past week’s events, lack of sleep, and jacking off, I think of a reasonable response. “Okay, I guess.” I don’t feel like elaborating, not when I’m thousands of miles in the air traveling in the opposite direction to where she is. So, I change the subject, needing a distraction. “Do you have friends in New York?”
“A few girls and guys I met on a Contiki tour a few years back. Other than that, I haven’t really had time for a social life. I did meet this one woman on my morning run, really nice and so beautiful, but wow, she has one hell of a screwed-up love life.”
“Don’t we all,” I mumble under my breath.
The flight attendant comes around offering us refreshments. We sit there quietly eating before Kate decides to bring up the latest development on the project for Preston Enterprises. We talk for a while on how it’s progressing and the new ideas that have been implemented.
“I notice that Ms. Preston sends all meeting requests directly to you rather than via her assistant to me. Is that how she normally works?” she asks, formally.
“Victoria is one of those women who likes to control every situation.”
Much like myself, I think, which is why we clash. That, and the fact she’s always trying to get her hands on my dick.
The seat belt sign comes on, and we prepare for landing. By the time we land, get out of the gate, and into the car, I decide to send Charlotte a text but am elated to find she has beat me to it.
Charlotte: I was at lunch today, and my client ordered the lobster. I couldn’t help but remember the time we ate at that restaurant in Los Angeles where you teased me with the lobster, and I threw up on the sidewalk.
P.S. Hope you had a safe flight back.
I laugh to myself, unable to hide my grin from the not-so-fond memory. Adriana, Elijah, Charlotte, and I were having dinner at a restaurant after going car shopping for Adriana. Charlotte told us she’d never had lobster because her mother had an allergic reaction to it. Well, of course, we persuaded her to try, it seemed harmless at the time. Mine and Adriana’s arrived first, and I recall grabbing our lobsters and playing a puppet show in front of Charlotte, teasing her, saying, ‘please don’t eat me.’ When hers finally arrived, we gave her instructions on how to eat it. She sat there silently watching the lobster. Adriana and I looked at each other wondering what she was waiting for. Eventually, she found the courage and snapped the lobster in half, but instantly, she ran outside and puked all over the sidewalk.
Me: I still remember your face, so pale waiting to crack that lobster. Look on the bright side. I actually got to play Dr. Edwards with you, and from what I recall, you were quite the naughty patient.
P.S. I don’t like leaving New York.
Charlotte: I believe the correct story is that you requested me to strip down to nothing so you could ‘examine’ me. Considering I was ill, it was very unprofessional of you to take advantage of a poor sick patient.
P.S. New York misses you too.
Me: Strictly doctor’s orders. I didn’t hear you complain once, but then again why would you when you had two orgasms in five minutes?
P.S. And you?
The rest of the day flies by, last-minute meetings and trying to acclimatize to being back in the London office again. When night falls, it hits me the hardest. Alone, in my apartment, everything feels so cold and lonely. To lay in this huge bed by myself isn’t the way I want to live my life anymore.
I need her in my arms every night, and I want to wake up with her every morning. In between, I desperately need to fuck her all night long in every way possible.
Every fantasy needing to be fulfilled involves only her.
My cock starts to ache, but what’s new? Jerking off does nothing but subside the ache for like ten minutes before it starts all over again.
It’s too late to text her. So, trying to restrain myself, I place my phone on the table beside me until the dark room lights up. Throwing my hand over, the phone slips out of my hand and onto the floor. Flicking the lamp on, I desperately search my surroundings to find it next to the foot of my bed.
Charlotte: I miss you too.
I hold onto my phone, rereading the text over and over again.
Until sleep becomes imminent, I drift off again dreaming about her.
***
The next few days are busy. The board meetings are mundane, nothing exciting is happening. My head clearly isn’t in the right place. I mean, how can it be? The girls in the office see a change in me, and I know office gossip is buzzing with talks of me having a girlfriend. It isn’t Kate who spilled the beans but some trashy tabloid that took a photograph of Charlotte and I dancing at the charity ball. When I start to see them look at me differently, I pull in the reins and revert back to Mr. Prick CEO. It seems to have worked and balance is restored.