Chapter 97
I no longer wanted the music, and it obviously didn't want me. No one from the music business had come to see me at all, not even my friends.
My mother and father kept talking to me about running for office, jumping into the political arena in some way. After my physical therapy came to an end, I started working out in an effort to regain my strength.
At first, I ran for City Counsel and, to my surprise, I won. That was when I started to feel like I could make a difference in the world, or at least in my little corner of it. After two years, I ran for President of City Counsel and won again. I held that office for two years and liked the difference I was able to make in the city. I ran for State Representative and won again. I started attracting attention and one thing led to another. Now, I was running for Senator.
I looked down at the bottle that I was holding and took another swig.
Why would Alyssa lead me to believe that she was dead all these years? Maybe she didn't want to be stuck with an invalid. Heaven knows I didn't want to be one. Then again, she had never seemed to be that type while we were together. But people change.
After I was fully recovered, I had thought of moving out, but years had gone by and my parents and I had fallen into a routine. Also, I dreaded the thought of living alone. I thought back to the days when I had lived with my friends in the apartment in Nashville, but those days were long gone.
I pulled off my shirt, revealing my heavily muscled chest, and threw it into the laundry hamper in the closet. Then, I slipped off my shoes, socks, and pants, and did fifty pushups, trying to work off my excess energy. When I was finished, I turned over and did a hundred sit ups, too. I still had energy to burn so I walked over to the pull-up bar in the closet door facing and did fifty pull ups.
I didn't know if it was the effects of the alcohol or the exercise, but I finally started to feel tired. I turned off the lights, but left the fireplace on and slid into bed. As I watched the flames dance in the fireplace, I thought of Alyssa. Maybe she didn't see me. But if she did, why didn't she at least have the decency to face me?
I tried to force the thought from my mind, but images of Alyssa as a grown woman and as the eighteen-year-old girl I once knew ran alternately through my mind. Somehow, she had become more beautiful over the years.
Over the past week, this had become my ritual, thinking of Alyssa until I went to sleep, and then my dreams were filled with her, too. I let out a deep breath and made the decision to go to Nashville. I told myself that it was to confront her, but deep down, I just wanted an excuse to see her again.
"My God!" I said aloud as I sat up and scrubbed my hands over my face. "You've finally lost it, Logan." But this time when I laid my head against the pillow, I started to relax. As I drifted off to sleep, I felt better, knowing that I would see Alyssa soon.
***
The flickering lights from the fire woke me early the next morning. I looked up, and the dark curtains were drawn to block out the sunshine. I reached up and pulled them back, but it was still dark out. I grabbed my cell phone lying on the side table and dialed the airport.
Usually, I would have had my secretary make the travel arrangements for me, but I didn't want anyone to know where I was going.
They answered on the first ring. "American Airlines reservation department. How may I help you?"
"Yes," I said into the phone, and quickly pulled a notepad from the side table drawer and a pen. "I'd like to book a flight to Nashville for this morning."
"Yes, sir," she said on the other end. "Will that be first class or coach?"
"First class." I sat up on the edge of the bed, ready.
"Please hold for a moment while I check our availability."
I let out a deep breath. "I'll take whatever you have."
"Yes, sir," she said. "Please hold." I did as she asked and waited. A moment later, she came back on the phone. "Sir, I have an opening in first class at twelve noon."
"Is that the earliest flight?" I asked, suddenly eager to see Alyssa again.
"Yes, sir," she said. "In fact, it's our only opening. We just had a cancellation."
"Thank you," I replied. "I'll take it."
I looked over at the side table, and the clock read six o'clock in the morning. I got up and let the water run over my body, aching from the strenuous workout before bed. I poured body wash into my hand and then ran it over my body, thinking of Alyssa, and my dick responded. I hadn't been able to bring myself to be with anyone since Alyssa. It was as if my body knew that she was mine; that she belonged to me.
I closed my eyes as images of Alyssa in the shower with me ran through my mind, the water pouring over her luscious curves as I reached down and slid my soapy hand up and down my shaft. I remembered pushing into her for the first time and the look of ecstasy on her face as I waited and then pumped into her, moving my hard dick in and out of her until her walls tightened and her cum poured over me. Suddenly, my dick swelled in my hand and cum rushed out as my body jerked in orgasm. It wasn't one of the best, but it would do. The best orgasms I ever had were with Alyssa. Ten years had passed since Alyssa's death and I hadn't even looked at another woman.
After I cleaned up and finished my shower, I wrapped a towel around me, hitching it at my waist, and then pulled a dark gray suit from the closet, a medium blue shirt, and a matching tie. I quickly dressed, grabbed my suitcase and briefcase, and hurried down the elegant stairs and out the door. I rushed to my Porche and sped to the office, knowing I was on a time crunch in order to be on time for my flight.
For the first time in a while, I felt free after having made the decision to go.
