Page 89 of David's Chase

“I missed that too. We’ll take care of that later,” he says, his eyes narrowed with a lustful smile.

“All right,” I murmur softly, unable to peel my eyes away from him.

“You look beautiful, Elizabeth. As beautiful as you were that night.”

That night.

The night he made me come in that rooftop bar, and then he took me to––

“Send me a picture of you,” he says as if living in my head and knowing what I have been thinking.

“I will,” I say curtly, and the voice in my head finally gives me a thumbs up.

“All right. I’ll see you later.”

We finally end our call, and it’s like my heart has been disconnected from his.

Man, that hurts.

I fall to my back, my phone clutched against my chest, my mind traveling back in time.

Not long ago––last Saturday––I left that bar with him. The memory puts a smile on my face.

He was so worked up that I thought he’d fuck me in the hallway or a storage room behind a wall of mops and towels.

Our trip was short.

I quickly learned he had a suite ready for us in that hotel. It wasn’t ready for me in particular.

That’s where he stays when he’s in New York.

That is his home.

We took the stairs down a couple of floors before entering a quiet corridor that reminded me of a museum.

A digital code granted us access to his place, and wow… What a place it was.

A huge space encased in glass with minimalist furniture. And when I say minimalist, I mean a large platform bed, a few floor pillows, a state–of–the–art kitchen with steel appliances, and no proof it had ever been used, except for the occasionalcoffee brewing in the morning or the chilled glass of wine in the evening.

I entered his space in awe.

Do you know how it feels to look at Manhattan from that vantage point and wonder if you’ll ever be the same when you go down?

It felt amazing and troubling at the same time.

That’s how it felt.

Like he had used some magic and morphed a pumpkin into a princess.I was dressed like one, and he had catered to my needs like I was one.

The voice inside my head became frantic at that point, had a complete nervous breakdown, and screamed at the top of her lungs to watch out.

Alarms went off in my head.

She wanted to put a billboard up in warning, so I knew I was in danger.

The danger being that I might fall for him.

That ship had sailed, the voice inside my head––Mindy when we aren’t on good terms––would've said had she not been busy pulling her hair out.

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