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If I were to return to my original thoughts from ten minutes ago, about second guessing myself when it came to what my gut was telling me about Nicholas, it would tell me that this man was interested.
He was trying to makemultipleplans with me, far in the future.
Somewhat exclusive and expensive plans to boot.
And overnight.
I was in trouble.
Nicholas:
Say yes, honey.
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Say yes, honey.
She better fucking say yes - to all of it. Because I’d already booked it all. But more importantly, I needed her all to myself and I was running out of time.
This weekend would be a big one for us. She was coming to our house, to our farm, for the first time. She was going to step foot in her studio for the first time too.
Oh yeah, and she’d see me naked too.
Minor detail.
But back to the timeline. So! This weekend, we needed to make big strides. I had a lot of plans for us this weekend. I’d hopefully get her halfway moved in with me after it. Then the weekend after that we’d go to either The Clark or Lake George for our next “session”, whether it ended up being viewing art at museums or making our own art in the Adirondacks, it didn’t much matter to me.
Because if I deferred back to my schedule, the weekend after this was my last free weekend in quite a while because ourfirst game was just after that weekend. Plus, Scottie would start school again at around the same time.
I needed her under my roof by then.Ourroof.
Once I had her here, I could see her every day before and after practice and games, minus when I had to be away. But at least when she’d be here, I could watch her in absolutely every room due to the security system I had installed in the house. If you think I went overboard, well, multiply it by ten thousand.
I had cameras in the fucking toilet! … Well, not actually, but just about.
There wasn’t one blind corner where a camera wasn’t pointed.
So when I’d be away for a day or three for a game, IneededScottie inourbed.
But wait… shit! She hasn’t agreed to a weekend getaway yet.Come on honey, love of my life, just say yes, I mumbled to myself as I switched over to the security feed from her apartment.
Where the fuck was she?
I toggled between the living room that was directly open to her kitchen, then the bedroom, then the bathroom and she was nowhere to be found. I knew from the tracking app on her phone that she was home.
Or her phone was.
“Fuck! Scottie, honey! Did you leave your phone again before you went out?” I mumbled under my breath, trying not to draw anyone’s attention around me from where I was sitting on the plane.
We were flying back after nearly a full week away. We had to do some press, pre-season shit, and one “friendly” game that left me…lividis not strong enough of a word. Murderous might be better suited though.
And now Scottie wasn’t fucking answering me and I wasn’t sure where in the hell she was. I was about to switch over to the app where I could locate her car, when I caught movement by the couch.
