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I saw the confusion written in the lines on his forehead, creases of worry visible that showed he had questions to ask. I hoped he wouldn’t. I didn't want to lie but I couldn't exactly explain this fucked up mess. Freddie’s normal upbeat self had drifted into an unknown territory of wondering what he could do to support me. I don't think he realized just being here with me was enough. It was all I needed until I had my man back.
I wasn’t stupid enough to delve into the world of Stone and Dawson’s life and add Freddie as an accessory to Stone’s evil planned ways, whatever they may be. But it couldn’t stop my panicked thoughts of having left Dawson alone up there with Stone. I just needed to remember Dawson had me promise to trust him, and I did. It was Stone I didn’t trust.
“Freddie, thank you,” I said quietly, wrapping my arms around my stomach, hugging myself tightly. I dropped my head down. “Just…”
“It’s okay…” He leant forward. “I just thought you needed to be away from out there.”
“I did,” I said, giving a slight nod in thanks.
My eyes flitted around as I heard a fuss starting to kick off. I felt the sweat start to pour from my pores as my muscles tensed. I hoped I could control my facial muscles and remain in a neutral form, not showing a single ounce of fear and anger. Security dropped Stone in front of the opaque glass structure that separated the two of us.
“Freddie, could you grab me some water from the machine?” I asked. I knew the machine in the far corner was broken, which meant he’d have to venture to the one at reception. “I’m parched.”
“You sure you’ll be okay?” he asked, concerned.
“Of course. You’re only two minutes away,” I said, plastering a huge fake smile across my face. I hoped I hadn't missed my moment.Why was Stone still here?
“Two minutes.”
The moment Freddie was out of sight, I sneaked to the edge of the statue. Inching forward, I cast my eyes around the side and breathed a sigh of relief when I saw Stone was faced away from me. He was very much deeply involved in a conversation. I had to be careful not to be seen but I knew this was important. I needed as much information as I could gather together. I could only hear Stone’s side of the conversation, but I knew something was better than nothing. Anything could help at the moment.
Okay Tye, we can meet later, same place. Okay. Got to go. Bye.
I felt my world crashing around me. How the fuck do Stone and Tye know each other? I didn’t know what to think. Did Tye know about Dawson and me, that he was the one who broke me? Had he been using me all this time? Was Tye working for Stone, against Dawson?
Fuck, my head. I snook back to my seat and slumped down deep in the chair before rubbing my temples in a circular motion, deep in thought.
Shit, shit, shit. I had to get answers for Dawson and for me. I didn’t hesitate as I pulled out my cell and prayed Dawson would understand.
I know you’re in New York, we need to talk. Tonight.
Almost instantly I received a reply.
241 92nd Street, 7pm.
I couldn't help the panic shooting through my veins at having to confront him, but I had to do this for Dawson and I. Freddie took a seat beside me with my water and smiled.
“Sorry I was so long.”
“It’s okay,” I replied as I took the plastic cup and had a small sip before Freddie indicated to look over my shoulder.
I swivelled my head around, flicking my hair quickly over my shoulder in the process and my heart settled the moment I saw him. His face, perfect with no marks or bruising, allowed all those scared thoughts to drift away as he stood in front of me in one piece. That's before I caught sight of his grazed, bloody knuckles. I couldn't hold the gasp escaping from the depths of my throat, panic bubbling away at what he had done. “Look at your knuckles. What happened, what did you do Dawson?”
Dawson rushed towards me, devouring me with his eyes as if I was his last meal, before he grabbed my hand and pulled me from my seat into his arms.
“Come with me now,” he said, nodding at Freddie before he dragged me quickly from behind the wall across the hotel floor. His hands laced in my fingers tightly, unable to let go, not caring about the public display of affection he was showing.
“Dawson, what happened?” I asked in bursts of spurted breaths as my feet struggled to match his pace. “Just…”
The shocked faces and whispering from staff around the main floor didn't faze Dawson in the slightest. He held his head high until he slowed down at the closed elevator doors and pulled his lip between his teeth, lost in thought. He pressed the button on the wall as it illuminated before watching the numbered dial count down in front of him, bouncing on his toes until he flipped his head to gaze at me.
I opened my mouth to plead for some answers, something, maybe even a snippet into anything that happened while they were alone, but he placed his fingertips onto my lips to silence me. My mind churned as I questioned why, but accepted he wouldn't do this unless he needed to. I had to accept Dawson needed time to process as we stepped into the elevator hand in hand and traveled up to the executive meeting floor.
His focus was determined, nothing could deter from whatever thoughts he had as he saw a group of gentlemen start to leave the conference room we first reconciled in.
“Finished for the day, gentlemen?” he asked the last man, placing his hand on the heavy door and stopping it from slamming shut. “Or… is this about to reconvene?”
“No, Mr. Parker. Everything’s wrapped up much earlier than expected,” he said, turning on his heel. “I was just going to inform Cerys of the new availability.”
