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“Ilovedoing that with you too!”

“Good, you have me forever, so get used to it.” I laugh and sit up, realising the time.

“We need to go, we have our sample menu to eat, Marco has made it specially for us.”

“Nice, no need to cook then, even better. Oh just going back to our conversation, does Jack know about what happened to Millie? Has she told him?”

“No, she’s only told me, I did ask her to tell him, but she feels humiliated and she’s ashamed of herself for letting it happen I think.”

“Oh man, that’s awful, I know you would have told her not to be so silly.” I love how he knows me; I nod in agreement, and try to stand up, but my legs feel like jelly still. I laugh and look at him, lay there, his tanned toned body, naked beside me.

“Need a moment, even after all this time, you still make my legs turn to jelly.”

Chapter sixteen

She's Gone

Jack

I woke up this morning and she was gone. I can’t get what happened last night out of my head. She asked me to lay with her so I wrapped my arms around her and held her. That’s all I could do. I wanted to comfort her better, but I didn’t know how.How can I?

I can’t get over what she said. What did he do that almost killed her? Did he almost kill her? I mean fuck, I’m not questioning what she said, it’s just so hard to take in. Who could do that?

I need to talk to her but she has been avoiding my calls and messages all day. I haven’t seen her in the office at all this morning. Mary keeps saying she has popped out, which annoys me more. I know something is up but I have no idea what.

Just before lunch, I head out to the gym, to try and work out some of this pent-upness I feel. Whatever that is. Frustration maybe, because I am definitely sexually frustrated. Having her so close to me over the past few weeks and seeing her naked while helping her recover has been so hard, in more ways than one. That body is just to die for. Last night as she moved againstme and snuggled in, all I could do was wrap my arms around her. There was nothing I could do about my erection. It was instant, pressing into her back most of the night, throbbing and painful; it was heaven and hell at the same time. I’m a sick bastard for even thinking about it. I know she needs time to recover, but my body wants her close and my mind dreams up all the wonderful things it wants to do to her…and my mind likes to play games.

I work hard at the gym, doing extra rounds on the weights and running machine. I even stay longer than usual, but nothing works. I can’t get rid of this feeling that something’s not right.

She should be getting lunch now; I’ve had it sent to her every day from Marco, the chef. I know for a fact that if the food was not placed in front of her, she would only eat cake and drink coffee all day. The woman lives on sugar and caffeine. I’ll head over and check the office again when I’m done.

Heading off to the shower, I strip off and run the shower cold for a few moments to see if that helps get rid of the frustration. It takes the edge off but I have to take matters into my own hands, literally. Again, I hate and love that she makes this happen, I just wish she could be here to help me. Having these thoughts about her doesn’t help my current situation.

Feeling a little more refreshed after my shower, I dress and head to her office to see if she is enjoying her lunch, except when I walk in, she is still not there.

“Mary, where is she?” I yell as she walks past. She stops dead and looks down, a little nervous.

“She is around somewhere, why? Can I help you with something Mr Lucas?” She’s turned very professional this morning, she’s hiding something.

“No, has she been in this morning? I’ve not seen her and she is avoiding all my calls and messages.” When she looks away again, I know she’s definitely hiding something from me.

“Spill, now,” I tell her, moving in front of her so she can’t get away.

“She left this morning, then rang in saying there was a problem she had to deal with and she would be there for a few hours. That was just before she was meant to start at eight, I’ve not seen or heard from her since, sorry,” she says, a little defeated. I know there’s more to the story, but I don’t dig any deeper.

“But it’s almost one pm, what was the problem? Did she tell you?”What could she need to deal with that would take over five hours?

“No, just said she would make up her hours and work late tonight instead.”

“Hmm, alright, sorry I barked at you Mary. It’s been a stressful few days.” I wasn’t lying, they have been, just not work-related this time.

“That’s okay, we have all been there,” she says as she walks off.

What does that mean?

I don’t see Millie at all for the rest of the day. She is definitely avoiding me. My mood has been shitty, even Dan couldn’t stand to be around me this morning. He left early and went home. Too bad for him because we are all having dinner together later.

I don’t even want to be around me today. I have to force myself to stop working; if I let myself, I would work sixteen-hour-plus days. There is always a lot to do, but tonight, there is nothing that can’t wait until tomorrow, closing my laptop. I grab my phone and walk out.

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