Page 18 of David's Chase

If I was supposed to go to my hotel suite, why am I here? What am I doing here?

His stare lingers on me for a moment before he pivots to move away.

“All right. Call me if you need me,” he says, and with that, he turns his back to me and walks away.

What the fuck am I doing, still standing here?

Not moving.

My eyes are trained on him until he vanishes inside the private garage and later rolls out a black Bentley before heading home.

He must go home.

The question still is… What am I doing?

I slide my hand into my pocket and retrieve my phone.

She hasn’t called back. I call her, but she doesn’t answer.

I’m not surprised.

Although, I am.

No, I’m not.

If I expect this girl to slobber over me, I’m in for a nasty surprise.

Yes, I see how she looks at me. I know how she feels when I bury myself in her. I know how lustful she is and full of needs and how easily I can give her pleasure.

But let’s not forget what this is, and more importantly, that my reputation has become a deterrent for anyone wanting to get close to me.

What the fuck am I saying?

I stall for a few more seconds before I push my phone into my pocket, aggravated yet finally knowing what I want to do.

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What was that?

I lower my hand and check my phone.

I heard someone’s voice just before he hung up on me.

Where was he?

I think it was a man’s voice.

Again… Where was he?

Sunk in thought, I stare at my phone before tucking it into my pocket and picking up the pace.

I’m cold.

A shiver zips down my spine as I enter my place.

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