Chapter 12
Daniel POV
I got back to the hotel and went straight for my room, housekeeping had already changed the sheets, negating the need for me to interact with them. Andre had done a good job, my hair was a little shorter than I usually kept it, but it still looked good, same with the beard. I grabbed what I needed and headed back out for my run. My mind was still consumed by her, I had little doubt it would change, but I needed to try something. I found a running route through a park and started my playlist of Classic Rock. I walked to the park and did some stretches before I started my run, the route was pleasant, with lots of trees, and not too many people, despite it being a Saturday. I turned a corner onto an almost deserted path, there was a woman up ahead with long blonde hair. I wasn’t thinking, I sped up, I got to within five feet of her before I realised, she wasn’t my mate, I cleared my throat and ran around her, keeping my distance so she wouldn’t think I was following her or attempting an attack. I kept running until I couldn’t breathe, anything to distract myself from what felt like the gaping wound in my chest. And not being able to breathe because I was running felt better than not being able to breathe because I couldn’t talk to her, couldn’t hold her. Goddess what I wouldn’t do to be able to feel her skin against mine, to be able to kiss her, I thought. My lungs were still burning, I was sweating profusely, and I still couldn’t think of anything but her, so I decided to head back to my hotel, it only took me ten minutes to get back. I shed my sweat-soaked clothing in the bathroom, and put my head under the stream, just letting it flow down me, unknotting my tense muscles, and easing my stress. Her face popped into my head again, her body in my shower, the water dripping down her tits, her stomach, her thighs, my cock got stiff for the umpteenth time. I started pleasuring myself, thinking about her mouth around my dick, I could hear her moans, in my head. My mind kept flashing between her bouncing breasts, her mouth around my shaft, and her perfect pink pussy, all to the soundtrack of her screams. My release came quickly, but it wasn’t the same or anywhere near as good as being with her. I finished in the shower and headed straight for the minibar. A drink was a poor substitute when what I really needed was her, but it would have to do. I downed a mini bottle of whiskey and took three more over to the bed. I had just got my underwear on when there was a knock at the door. I threw on my robe and answered it still clutching one of the whiskey bottles. A terrified-looking bell boy was holding my dry cleaning in one hand and my laundry in the other. I took it all off him and grabbed my wallet. I handed him a twenty and sent him on his way. I glanced at the clock it was only 5pm. I decided to get my laptop out and call my brother, maybe focusing on work would help distract me until I could order some room service and go to sleep. I spent hours working my way through my emails, that’s what happens when you ignore everything for three months, they pile up until they overwhelm you. It was close to eight before I finished and looked at the room service menu. I put my order in and got a few more bottles out of the minibar. I flicked through the TV channels until I found an old action film, anything to distract me. Thirty minutes in and I could barely follow what was happening, I just couldn’t focus on anything. The knock on my door was a welcome diversion, maybe some food would help. My mother always had the staff make fried chicken to cheer me up as a kid, it was my comfort food. I mostly ate red meat, being part animal, but whenever I was depressed, I would have fried chicken and apple pie or peach cobbler for dessert. Lycans have large appetites usually, we use a lot of energy shifting, but the last couple of weeks, everything tasted like cardboard. Nothing interested me, I just wanted to sleep and be with her. The room service attendant rolled the cart with my food in, they had put the bottle of whiskey I asked for on there too, and two beers. I tipped and thanked him, he left closing the door behind him. I drank half of one of the beers before looking at the food. I tried to eat but I just couldn’t find the energy. I drank the beers and took the bottle of whiskey to the bed, switching the lights out on the way. I just wanted to drink until I passed out until I could be with her. The problem was Lycan metabolism made it a bitch to get drunk. I started downing the bottle, about halfway through my stomach growled, I stumbled over to the cart and pulled it over to the bed. I ate the chicken, but I didn’t really taste it, and the biscuits and gravy, with a little hot sauce, hoping the spice would wake up my taste buds or something, but it didn’t. I took a few bites out of the apple pie, but it reminded me of sand, I glanced at my phone, it was 9:30pm. I took my robe off and got into bed with the rest of the bottle of whiskey, by ten my eyelids finally felt heavy, and I welcomed sleep, I just wanted to see her. I needed her.
Charlie POV
Maybe I hadn’t fallen asleep at all, maybe I just thought I did, and that’s why he wasn’t here. Or why I wasn’t there with him, maybe if I closed my eyes, I would really fall asleep and I could go to our meadow? I thought after I had cried myself out. I rolled over and closed my eyes, fully intending to go to sleep when I heard a noise coming from my living room. I pulled the baseball bat out from under the bed, and tip-toed to my bedroom door. I wanted to put some clothes on, but it would make too much noise, so I took a deep breath and yanked the door open, I charged through ready to swing. I played softball in high school so I knew if it was an intruder, I could do some damage. But nothing prepared me for him standing in my kitchen looking out of my window and looking completely confused, then a wide smile spread across his face when he saw me. I burst into tears, dropped the bat with a loud clang and ran into his arms.
“Hey, shh, shh, it's okay, I’m here now. Not completely sure where here is, but I’m here and that’s all that matters.” He tried to soothe me as I sobbed into his chest. He stroked my hair and wrapped his arms tighter as I gripped his shirt, my tears created a large wet patch in the middle of his chest. He lifted my chin, so he could look at me, kissed me gently, and swept me up into his arms. He carried me bridal style into the bedroom, he gently lay me down on the bed. He stripped off quickly and got into the bed next to me and pulled the sheets up around us. He held me tightly, his right hand stroked my face and hair, his left draped around me drew circles on my hip and back. We stayed like that, with him just holding me until I calmed down. “Are you okay now?” He asked, softly. I sniffed, and wiped my face, why did he have to be so beautiful? I nodded, afraid if I spoke, I was going to start crying again. “Words kitten.” He scolded. I shook my head and stifled a sob. “Okay, okay, it’s alright, you don’t have to use your words tonight. Just don’t start crying again please? I hate seeing you so upset.” He stroked my hair again and pulled me closer. “Please tell me what upset you so much? And tell me where the hell I am because it’s starting to freak me out a little.” He laughed and kissed my forehead. I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself down.
“I didn’t think you were coming, and we are in my apartment,” I explained, slightly exasperated.
“I’m always going to be here for- we’re in your apartment?” He jumped out of the bed and started looking out of the windows.
“Yes, this is my apartment, what’s the big deal?” I asked, getting a little upset when he didn’t come back to bed but instead ran to the other window looking out.
“What city are we in?” He asked ignoring my questions completely.
“What does it matter, come back to bed, we need to talk.” That caught his attention, he finally stopped looking out the window and got back into bed with me, worry written all over his face.
“What’s wrong? Are you okay?” He asked as I laced our fingers together with one hand and smoothed out the frown on his face with the other.
“I got a prescription today for sleeping pills because I can’t do this anymore. I’m miserable without you, I can’t eat, I can’t concentrate, and I’m starting a new job on Monday I need to be able to focus on doing well and I can’t do that if all I can think about is going to sleep so I can see you.” I couldn’t look him in the eye, I was afraid of seeing the pain there. I didn’t want to hurt him, but I needed him to see how much I needed this. His hand lifted my chin again.
“I understand, but you need to tell me where we are so I can find you. Please? I need to find you because it’s killing me too. I missed you all day today, I haven’t been able to focus for months either. Just tell me where you are, tell me your name, please? Before you take those pills, just tell me how I can find you?” He looked desperate, but I didn’t see how it could help, what good would it do to tell him anything? He was still imaginary.
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