When night finally rolls around, I shower and get dressed before heading down the stairs. I hear my parents talking and let out a groan since I thought the two of them would be in bed already, but these people keep poking their noses in my shit. Now I know why they have a sitting room right next to the foyer. It’s for their spying shit.
“And where are you off to, my darling boy?” Ma asks, and I turn around to look at her. She has an innocent look, but she’snot fooling me one bit. Dad is sitting next to her with a stupid-ass grin on his face.
“I’m heading to the club like I told you earlier,” I tell them, rolling my eyes.
I was supposed to go over to the guesthouse after I was done in my office to avoid this, but I never did, and now I’m regretting that oversight. I usually stay there when I’m here and don’t want my parents in my shit. I forgot that memo today after I left them in their room. All I had on the brain this afternoon was Aria. This girl is making me act like a brainless idiot.
“Are you going on the prowl to look for our future daughter-in-law?”
“What? Who even says things like that? And if you two don’t quit it, I’m going to stop looking,” I threaten.
“Sheesh, talk about moody. We’re just trying to look out for you.” She pouts. “And if you stop, I’ll make it my mission to annoy you every single day for the rest of your life.” She smirks.
“Well, if you two want a baby so much, then why don’t you make one?”
“Boy, that ship has sailed,” Ma says, bursting out in laughter. “Do we look like spring chickens to you?”
“Bye!” I tell them both, shaking my head as I leave the room and walk out the front door.
I do head to the club for a little while because it’s too early to sneak into her room. I see a friend of mine, and we have a few drinks together. It feels weird to me that none of these girls in the club catches my attention or makes me feel anything at all. Normally, before Aria, I’d be in the thick of things, drinking and having a good time. She’s definitely fucked me over for all other women.
I’m excited as fuck by the time I’m finally ready to leave. I get to her house in record time and sneak my way in like I usually do. I’ve done it quite a few times now. It’s easy peasy.
The door to her balcony is locked tonight, so I quickly pick the lock. Thankfully, there’s no alarm. I’m guessing her father thinks he’s untouchable because of all the guards he has around the property, and that no one would be foolish enough to break in, but here I am.
Once the lock is picked, I step into her room to find it dark. Weird because she usually has a small nightlight on. There are slivers of light coming into her room from the outside, and when I look at her bed, I find it empty.
I check the bathroom and the closet, and they're both empty. I don’t think she’d be downstairs this late because she never is. I quickly pull out the small cameras I have in my pocket that I was going to install later tonight, after she was asleep, so that I could watch her whenever I’m away from her.
After I install them, I quickly sneak back out and head to all the regular spots downtown where one would be if they were out on a date. I don’t find her anywhere, and I’m kinda starting to get worried, but now I also feel like a damn stalker.
I obsessively watchthe camera feed of her room for a week and still don’t see any signs of her. That’s when I know that something is definitely up. An idea comes to me, and I pick up the phone.
“Bruno, come up to my office now,” I say into the phone when he picks up.
“I’ll be right there, boss,” he replies and then hangs up.
I’m in my office downtown today, and everyone has made a point of steering clear of me. With the mood I’m currently in, things would not go down too well with them. I swear it’s likesince I moved out, I spend more time at the family home now than when I actually lived there.
I’ve been like a grumpy bear this whole week because I have no idea where the hell my girl is. I intend to find her and then punish her ass for making me feel so much for her in such a short amount of time, and then fucking disappearing.
It literally feels like a limb or some shit has been missing this week. Well, also the couple of weeks before, when I didn’t get to see her after our last night of marathon sex. Being obsessed with someone freaking sucks. A knock on my door saves me from my thoughts.
“Come in.”
“Hey, boss, you wanted to see me?” Bruno asks as he steps into my office, and I motion for him to take a seat in front of my desk.
“Yes. You’re just the person I wanted to see. I need you to set up a meeting with your girlfriend. I need her here within the next hour because I have some questions for her,” I tell him, and his eyes widen.
I guess he didn’t know that I knew. Like I said, I keep on top of everything my men do, within reason, of course.
“Boss, I?—”
“Relax. I know all about that. But not to worry, I also know you haven’t betrayed me, so we’re good,” I tell him, and he relaxes.
“Okay, boss. I’ll get her here in an hour. Is this about your girl?” he asks cheekily, and I stare him down.
“Explain. What girl?”
