Page 2 of David's Chase

But what if he’s gone?

What if he only needed to take a sip of me and dull out the pain lingering in him before going back to his fancy world?

The question is…Am I alone in this?

With my eyes fully open, I take in the room. The space is quiet, and no one moves in the bathroom.

Yes, he’s gone.

Maybe I wasn’t the refuge, the safe haven, the break he needed in his life.The secret meant to fix his chaos.

Maybe I’m just a cute redhead who likes to play this game with him, which, by the way, has been the setup from the beginning.

No biggie.

Sex is good.

What am I saying?

I roll to my back and spread my legs against the cold sheets.

Sex is out of this world.

I lost count of how many times I moaned out his name, coming like a wildling.

He ate me out like a pro and hammered me until my deepest depths rebelled and sent powerful spikes of pleasure through my frame.

I breathed raggedly and fast for him, more than grateful for the pleasure he had given me.

Too bad he’s gone, and I’m still in the middle of nowhere, longing for his touch and still having a riddle to solve.

Who is the real David Moore?

Time drips away in figments of silence. No one will answer this question for me.

‘You’ve got that right,’the voice in my head mutters, rolling her eyes, and if there were a bar behind her, she’d probably turn her back to me and reach for a bottle of scotch and a clean glass––still rolling her eyes.

“Fuck off, will you?” I say quietly, a slow smile tugging at my lips. “You can blabber all you want. Nothing will ruin my mood.”

She whistles dismissively, driving me nuts, yet I still manage to laugh.

Chuckling, I roll to my side, hug a pillow, and look out the window.

A splash of light grows over the horizon.

“No way…” I murmur, realizing it’s still early.

I push up a little and look for my phone.

‘You’d need to get off your butt, princess. If you want to find that little bugger.’

“Shut up,” I rasp, waving her off.

She turns up her nose at me in defiance. No surprise there.

Clutching the sheet against my chest, I push upright.

The room spins, and I wait for a few good moments before trusting my legs again to carry me to where I left my phone.

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