Page 39 of David's Chase

She was right.

My mother was right.

When all was said and done, there wasn’t any pain left, only a persistent longing that hasn’t quite abandoned me yet and the inability to want more than I already have.

Once I did the things I’ve done, I couldn’t believe I had anything valuable to offer.

I still don’t and can’t fathom anything that could make me change my beliefs.

The cars keep pulling up in front of the hotel, the sight familiar to a fault.

I’ve gotten so used to living in luxury hotels that I don’t know if I will ever entertain the idea of spending my time in a different kind of place.

I empty my glass and lean back into the darkness, where I sit and watch the world go by when a limousine slowly rolls to the entrance.

My heart beats faster, throwing me for a loop.

What the hell is that?

I straighten up and check my phone.

This must be her. There can’t be anyone else.

I’ll be damn.

No one has affected me the way she does.

I rise from my seat and slowly walk to the glass wall, a pang of excitement and anticipation spinning in my chest.

It’s like I am about to witness the arrival of a royal.

Frankly, I don’t know what to expect.

We only talked a couple of times. Brief, pragmatic, soulless conversations.

No emotions.

No fluff.

She told me she’d come to visit me. I hadn’t expected to hear anything different, to be honest.

And then I gave her the travel information.

The driver stops the car, exits it quickly, and opens an umbrella.

And that’s my cue.

I’m taking it from here, but before doing that, I stall for a moment as the door opens and sexy red heels connect to the pavement.

The woman wearing a beautiful white trench and a classy black dress, her red hair brushed back and rolling down in rings the size of my fist, straightens out of her seat.

“What happened to her?” I murmur to myself, not denying myself the pleasure to take her in.

I’ve never seen something so beautiful in my life. Everything works for her this evening, but this is more than her physical appearance. There is freedom in her looks, a warm, calm smile on her lips, and confidence I’ve never seen in a woman.

She looks like someone with nothing to lose, while I feel like everything is on the line for me.

Finally, I clear my throat and head in that direction, my pulse racing, my shoulders pulled back, my frame hosting delicious tension I can’t wait to put into her.

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