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What the hell am I going to do?
All Or Nothing
Graham
I’m a very light sleeper. Whether it was sleeping with one eye open to stay one step ahead of my stepfather or listening out for my mother on the nights she was sicker than normal – life has required me to be one. . Now that I can sleep without any interruptions, the slightest sounds still wake me up.
I squint at my buzzing phone. The clock reads 3:30 a.m. and a text from a number I don’t recognize pops up on my phone.
“Hey, it’s Apollo. Are you free this afternoon? I thought maybe we could meet up.”
I sit up and wipe the sleep from my eyes and make sure they’re not playing tricks on me.
My second and third read of the text tells me they’re not.
It’s been a week, and I was starting to feel uneasy that Apollo hadn’t called me. I kicked myself for pulling that stupid “call me” shit. I thought it would only take a couple of days.
That whole evening was one big failure.
When I arrived at the gala, I felt like I was striding toward my future. I had come prepared. I’d run six miles that afternoon and pushed myself to the edge of exhaustion with my workout afterward. I was dressed to kill, head to toe Tom Ford—thanks to Dave and the last-minute hookup. Graham S. Davis, Master of the Universe, was in full effect. I was going to walk up to her and tell her exactly how I felt and what I wanted. Then, I was going to throw her over my shoulder and carry her out of the room. I’d fight anyone who tried to stop me. Including her.
When I saw Apollo at that table, my swagger vanished. I had stopped dead in my tracks and just stared at her. She was seated with her back to me, but I would have recognized the proud set of her shoulders anywhere. Her long black hair spilled like a sumptuous silk rope from its ponytailed perch on the back of her head.
The long curve of her neck was exposed, and I could see that small beauty mark right behind her ear. Her shoulders were bare. The back of the chair hid the rest of her body from sight and gave her the appearance of being topless. I’d walked up to her table, ignoring the gasps of the people who looked up as I passed by. And then she turned around. I almost had a heart attack when I saw her face. She was simply breathtaking. Her cheeks had lost all of the round
ness she had when I’d seen her last. And her already high cheekbones were even more prominent. She was wearing makeup, but not a lot. Save for lips. They were painted a bright red, as fat as fucking cherries and I imagined as sweet. Her soft, rounded cleavage was cupped by the black satin bodice of her dress. I forgot that I was a supposed plundering Viking who was coming to get his woman. I wanted to fall on my knees and beg her to love me again.
As annoying as her smarmy kiss-ass banker boyfriend was, his interruption broke my trance and saved me from embarrassing myself in a room full of people.
When I left, I was so fucking hard. I got into the back of my car and was tempted to ask my driver, John, to roll up the partition so I could jack off. But as soon as I got back into my car, he asked me how my mission went and where my girl was.
In the week since, he’s listened to me grow more and more panicked as each day came and went without her calling.
I start to respond to her text and then change my mind. The phone rings once before she picks it up.
“Hello?” She’s whispering and sounds breathless.
“Hello, yourself.”
“Why are you calling me at three-thirty in the morning?” she hisses.
“Uh, you just sent me a text. Clearly, I didn’t wake you,” I quip.
“Why aren’t you asleep?” she asks irritably. “I thought you’d see that when you got up at noon or whatever time you normally roll out bed,” she shoots back.
“Ouch. You certainly woke up on the wrong side of the bed. I hope there’s no trouble in paradise.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, if you were my woman and you were awake at three-thirty in the morning, it would be because I was eating your sweet little pussy … or fucking it. It wouldn’t be because you were texting another man.”
She doesn’t say a word. I have to stifle my snicker.
“Hello?”
“I’m here,” she croaks.
This time I can’t hold back my laughter, “Well, holy shit. I have rendered Apollo speechless. Let’s mark the date on the calendar. God only knows when we’ll see it again.”
