He’s right, this is primal.
I’m thirsty, so I climb out of bed and throw on his robe and make my way out to the kitchen in search of water. We left the lamps on, so the rooms are partially lit. I don’t even remember getting to the bedroom.
I find a glass and pour myself some water from the fridge, and as I look around, my heart drops. What the hell kind of kitchen is this? It’s like a restaurant.
I walk back out to the living room and stare out over the city way down below.
My eyes roam over the apartment, and my heart flutters. This is real money.
Stupid money.
My entire apartment would fit into his bedroom alone. What does a place like this cost? Our clothes are strewn all over the floor, and I pick them up and fold them and put them onto the coffee table. I see something light up on the floor.
I frown and bend to pick up Jameson’s phone. It must have fallen out of his pocket as we were undressing. The screen lights up as a message comes through, and the name Chloe flashes on the screen.
Where are you?
Did your meeting go late?
I stare at the phone. What the fuck?
Who’s Chloe?
Jameson
I wake to the sound of my alarm, and I smile as I stretch; I’m sated and sleepy.
Relaxed for the first time in a long time.
What a night . . . what a woman.
I reach for Emily and frown when I realize she’s not in bed with me. She must be in the bathroom. I doze for another twenty minutes, and eventually when she doesn’t return, I get up. “Emily?” I call as I walk into the bathroom.
It’s empty.
I walk out into the living area. “Emily?” I call.
Silence.
“Where is she?” I look around to see my clothes folded on the coffee table and notice that hers . . . are gone.
“Emily?” I call as I do a 360 of my apartment. “Emily?”
I clench my jaw as my anger begins to escalate. I dial her number as a shade of red clouds my vision. I hear my furious heartbeat in my ears as adrenaline fills my bloodstream.
“Hello,” she answers.
“Where the fuck are you?” I sneer.
Chapter 8
Jameson
“I had to go,” she stammers.
“Why?”
“I needed to be at work early.”