Zachary
I roll over to my hotel bed again thinking of her. Her voice, her laugh, her smile, her smell, and her touch. I become wasted for years finding out everything on myself.
The day she left me; I didn't eat. I don't know how to eat after I had learned everything about her pain through me. I keep visiting her parents and her siblings and then unwind. When I get back to the city, I screw different women for me to sleep because I couldn't sleep without her. Fucking others doesn't make me hard. I always put a condom on and checked it if it's broken or something before throwing it.
Alyssa kept on bugging me as well, I just give her one fuck blow and leave her, never see her again.
Grandma arrived and tell me everything. Tell me that she wanted to give back my real estate and every cent of the money that she will give to her. The manor, the company, and everything that grandma owns that she put on her name were ignored by Maeve. She will give it all back to me. She loves me. That's what I know.
"You should fix yourself before going back to her. I am sure that you still want her, and you love her somewhere there in your heart, but your mind keeps on thinking about that stupid whore that only loves your money and your body." That's what grandma told me. "You are not your father so don't be your father. You started acting like him when you promise her to be faithful and loyal. I am so disappointed with you. But it doesn't mean that I didn't love you. You are my grandson."
Since I don't have much to do, all I do is working out and starve myself. I couldn't eat because I feel guilty about what I did. So, I stop screwing women and just work. Go around the world and until I finally need to go to New York.
It was already two years and a half. I can show up on her doorsteps. I can't show my face to her. Of course, I may look like a ghost or some crazy past because I never call or anything. She didn't forget about me. She sent me gifts during holidays and postcards. Even in every Valentine's and on my birthday. She always sent postcards and gifts. I keep all her gifts. It became my favorite shirt to use and a jacket to use.
Now, I am here in San Francisco and I keep stalking my wife and even have her number. I call her a few times just to hear her voice. I frown when I heard voices of kids. Is she with someone else now? I wait outside the building and found her car at almost the exact time she is coming. I plug my earphone and listen again to one of her songs. It was a beautiful song she loves listening to.
You turn, and I learned that the world comes falling down…
Not a word, only hurt when my friends can't tell me now
I feel loved when I see your face
But all these scars, I can't replace
Shook me high, hit me hard, and I don't know what you say-ay
When you knock on my door
And tell me you don't want to fight
Oh, baby, I'm sure that I'm not gonna fall this time
She parked her car and talk to the valet that probably grandma even hire on the publishing company for her. She smiled nicely at every people and everyone would fall in love with that smile.
You never brought me flowers
Never helped me in my darkest hours
And you left it so late that my heart feels nothing, nothing in towers,
Once were made like towers
Everything could've been ours
But you left it too late now my heart feels nothing, nothing at all
She visited the café just nearby and I follow her there and she even glanced around and I hide from her. Maybe she felt my presence watching her. She was even about to go to the direction where I am hiding but someone calls her. A tall man smiling down at her. She talked to him as they walk on the pedestrian lane and went inside the building. That jerk always had this thing on her.
It's a shame
You're to blame
Because once you owned my heart
I remember feeling so high
But I'm right back at the sta-art
Sorry hard, I'm sorry hard
But we'll have to start aga-ain
So, don't knock on my door
And tell me you don't want to fight
Cause I've heard it before and I'm not gonna let this time
Indeed, I never bought her flowers and I saw that man once giving her flower. I went to the flower shop and put the address to where it will be delivered. It was arranged in a beautiful vase. I didn't say anything on the card.
I went to the company and check every employee. I finally saw the man named Samuel Grayson that has sandy hair and blue eyes. Damn, he wasn't even well built and he's shorter than I am. I wouldn't let a man like him date my wife. And she is still my wife. I won't share her with anyone.
Grandma set me as the chairman of their company, yet I am still a mess when it comes to my wife. I'm still fixing myself for her. But I'll be ready. I don't want to make her wait too long. Since the building is just near and I can watch her on the 10th floor of my office. She will come out for lunch so I go downstairs and follow her where she will eat. She's talking to someone on the phone again, just like before.
Maybe she had received my flowers. I plug my earphones and hide somewhere there and order the same food as her, wishing that it was her cooking. I try eating while watching her. But she looked beautiful when she's laughing as she talks to someone over the video call.
She left after a few moments and goes back to her office. I should make a move right now. She goes out around six-thirty with a group of people. They have papers with them, and they left. I follow them in my car, and they stop at the bar. I take a few light drinks and watch her drink cocktail as they are discussing things. I ask for a one hard drink and told the barman that I'll pay for their drinks. They order again something and when that jerk named Samuel was about to pay, the barman pointed me.
I keep my eyes to Maeve, and she gapes. Damn, I wanted those mouth on mine. Or on my skin and around my cock. She stood excuses herself and walk toward me. She just stared at my eyes and I did as well. I try to remember if there are changes on her face. She gets thinner and sexier. Her breast is bigger than before. Two times bigger. But still, she's beautiful.
"Zachary," her voice is always sexy if not sweet.
"Maeve,"
"What are you doing here?" I wanted to touch her. If I did, I might not let her go and drag her to my hotel room or my car to make love to her.
"Stalking my wife." She exhales.
"Did you buy those flowers?"
"I did. I never give you one." She smiled at me and glance at her wristwatch. "Don't go." I started sinking in my mind about her voice and her face and everything. Those breasts get bigger, I wanted to have it in my hands and mouth.
"I have to. I got an important meeting."
"Meeting in the bar?"
"It makes us awake." I puff air and just stare at her more. "Don't stare too long, love. I have to leave." She turned back from me and I almost catch her, but she slipped off from my hand. "I'll talk to you in thirty minutes." So, I did wait and drank a lot and just wait and wait and stare at my wristwatch and back to her.