never been so sure of anything in my
life. She was the woman I was going to marry and have a family with one day.
Maybe three kids. They’d be cute as hell, great looking with both of our genes,
of course. Yes three sounded good, but definitely two at minimum. The thought
of owning her, possessing her from here on out, had all the blood flow to my
cock. Where the hell was she? If she thought she was spending anytime
out of my bed today, she’d need to change her plans. I quickly lay back on my
side of the bed, propped up against my pillows, with my hands behind my head,
striking a far more manly pose, one befitting of the macho Lucas Steel, than
the one who sniffed his girlfriend’s pillow and had girly romantic thoughts. I
smiled to myself at the term. Girlfriend. It had been six and a bit
years since I’d used the phrase. I hadn’t realised how much I’d missed normal
things. Holding hands in daylight, watching TV together, going on dates in
public, dates that didn’t involve the planning of sex, not having to leave or
kick them out the next morning. I could be spontaneous again. Use my romantic
and sexual skills that I’d learned over the years, to make sure she never
lacked for anything. Sexual skills I’d very much like to put to use now. Where
the hell was she?
‘Summer?’ I called. I frowned as I didn’t get a
response, flung the duvet back and went to knock on the bathroom door. ‘Angel,
you’d better let me know now if you’re on the toilet, as I know that’s not the
sort of thing you’d want me to see, but I’m worried about you, so I’m going to
be coming in.’ I waited a while before poking my head around the door, but she
wasn’t there. I grabbed a towel and tucked it around my waist, my erect cock
making it a hell of a lot shorter than it was supposed to be. I started growing
more anxious when I didn’t find her in my large open plan kitchen, lounge and
dining area. ‘Summer?’ I yelled, as my muscles started to tense. Where the
fuck was she? I checked that the door to the balcony overhanging the canal
was locked, breathing a sigh of relief to find it was. At least that ruled out
some freak accident, though I couldn’t seem to rid myself of this nagging
feeling that something was horribly wrong.
I cocked my head to see if I could hear the
washing machine going, maybe she was doing her knickers, I had made them rather
damp last night. When she wasn’t to be found in the utility, I flung the door
to my spare room open, the one we’d spent most of the night in. My heart sank
to see that her shoes, bra and knickers were gone. I raced back to the lounge
to look for her coat, which she’d thrown on the sofa at the beginning of the
night, but that was gone too.
I sank down onto the sofa in disbelief, as a sharp
pain invaded my chest. She’d left me? She’d really left without saying a
damn word? I’d just told her I loved her for God’s sake. I’d never said those
words to anyone, well not since I was a child to my mother, and she’d run from
me? I pinched the top of my nose, salt stinging my eyes. This couldn’t be
happening. She may not love me yet, but she cared for me, I knew she did. Right
now Logan Steele would have a tantrum, thrown his rattle out of the pram, or done
something stupid to make himself feel better, to get over his shattered ego and
wounded pride. But I was Lucas Steel now. I’d changed. She’d changed
me . There had to be a reasonable explanation and I was going to get it. I’d
break down her fucking door to get it if I had to, no way was I giving up on
us, not after everything we’d been through. I wiped my eyes and strode back to
my bedroom with determination, checking the pillows, the bed and the bedside
tables to see if she’d left a note, disappointed to find there wasn’t one.
I quickly dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, grabbing
my leather jacket as I headed to double check the kitchen island in case she’d
left one there. Nothing. And my note,
life. She was the woman I was going to marry and have a family with one day.
Maybe three kids. They’d be cute as hell, great looking with both of our genes,
of course. Yes three sounded good, but definitely two at minimum. The thought
of owning her, possessing her from here on out, had all the blood flow to my
cock. Where the hell was she? If she thought she was spending anytime
out of my bed today, she’d need to change her plans. I quickly lay back on my
side of the bed, propped up against my pillows, with my hands behind my head,
striking a far more manly pose, one befitting of the macho Lucas Steel, than
the one who sniffed his girlfriend’s pillow and had girly romantic thoughts. I
smiled to myself at the term. Girlfriend. It had been six and a bit
years since I’d used the phrase. I hadn’t realised how much I’d missed normal
things. Holding hands in daylight, watching TV together, going on dates in
public, dates that didn’t involve the planning of sex, not having to leave or
kick them out the next morning. I could be spontaneous again. Use my romantic
and sexual skills that I’d learned over the years, to make sure she never
lacked for anything. Sexual skills I’d very much like to put to use now. Where
the hell was she?
‘Summer?’ I called. I frowned as I didn’t get a
response, flung the duvet back and went to knock on the bathroom door. ‘Angel,
you’d better let me know now if you’re on the toilet, as I know that’s not the
sort of thing you’d want me to see, but I’m worried about you, so I’m going to
be coming in.’ I waited a while before poking my head around the door, but she
wasn’t there. I grabbed a towel and tucked it around my waist, my erect cock
making it a hell of a lot shorter than it was supposed to be. I started growing
more anxious when I didn’t find her in my large open plan kitchen, lounge and
dining area. ‘Summer?’ I yelled, as my muscles started to tense. Where the
fuck was she? I checked that the door to the balcony overhanging the canal
was locked, breathing a sigh of relief to find it was. At least that ruled out
some freak accident, though I couldn’t seem to rid myself of this nagging
feeling that something was horribly wrong.
I cocked my head to see if I could hear the
washing machine going, maybe she was doing her knickers, I had made them rather
damp last night. When she wasn’t to be found in the utility, I flung the door
to my spare room open, the one we’d spent most of the night in. My heart sank
to see that her shoes, bra and knickers were gone. I raced back to the lounge
to look for her coat, which she’d thrown on the sofa at the beginning of the
night, but that was gone too.
I sank down onto the sofa in disbelief, as a sharp
pain invaded my chest. She’d left me? She’d really left without saying a
damn word? I’d just told her I loved her for God’s sake. I’d never said those
words to anyone, well not since I was a child to my mother, and she’d run from
me? I pinched the top of my nose, salt stinging my eyes. This couldn’t be
happening. She may not love me yet, but she cared for me, I knew she did. Right
now Logan Steele would have a tantrum, thrown his rattle out of the pram, or done
something stupid to make himself feel better, to get over his shattered ego and
wounded pride. But I was Lucas Steel now. I’d changed. She’d changed
me . There had to be a reasonable explanation and I was going to get it. I’d
break down her fucking door to get it if I had to, no way was I giving up on
us, not after everything we’d been through. I wiped my eyes and strode back to
my bedroom with determination, checking the pillows, the bed and the bedside
tables to see if she’d left a note, disappointed to find there wasn’t one.
I quickly dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, grabbing
my leather jacket as I headed to double check the kitchen island in case she’d
left one there. Nothing. And my note,
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