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I’m frozen on the spot, I’m not sure I can breathe, what if it’s her… Emilie, Millie, it’s possible.Oh shit, what if she is hurt badly. She flinched when I bumped into her, was that from thebruises? Did I hurt her even more? Oh god!I stand up abruptly, and they both look at me.
“Just remembered, I need to check a few things out before tomorrow’s meeting. Meet you back here at eleven?” I nod to Dan, he nods back, looking a little confused. “See you later Em,” and I head out the door.
Why do I feel like this, this… almost primal instinct to find her and make sure she is okay? I walk for ages to try and settle this feeling I have, and find myself back at my hotel. I’ll wait till tomorrow and head over to her hotel, and see if she comes out. I’ve not seen this woman since before she left my apartment six years ago, what would I even say to her?
I can’t even voice it, this situation. Not even to Dan or Em, because I know how crazy it all sounds. How crazy I sound right now!
I’ve barely slept, and in what sleep I did have, I dreamt about her. When we were last together, the taste of her lips, her body, her sweet, sweet juices, the way she came in my mouth, it was the sexiest thing I have ever done and seen in my life. The first time we had sex, it was quick, but fuck me, it was… I take in a deep breath remembering the feeling, something I have never felt again since. Then she goes and blows me, sucks me, and I watch her do it. She was naked. I was naked, I felt like I had died and gone to heaven. Every time, every position was better and better. I watched her every time she came; it was beautiful, she was beautiful; and the hours we spent together, enjoying each other in any and every way possible – her silky smooth skin, the way it felt under my touch, her hard nipples in my mouth, and with each tug she would moan, and arch wanting more. Justthat sound alone would almost send me over the edge. When she climbed on top, and I slipped inside her tight walls, she rode me. I had the best view watching her move up and down on me. I held her breast in one hand and her ass in the other, filling her deeper and deeper with each movement. Hours passed in bliss, and we both eventually fell asleep, wrapped up in each other, but when I woke up, she was gone.
And the rest is history. I tried looking for her, but it was like she had disappeared. She must have flown home that day. The island isn’t that big, and when you know everyone like I do, it’s not hard to find someone. So I carried on, oh man, listen to me, I’m acting like I actually had a fucking relationship with her; this is ridiculous. What am I doing?
Stomping out of bed, after tossing and turning, and not getting the release I need, I’m already in a bad mood, so I head over to the bathroom to take a very, very long cold shower.
An hour later, after having to sort myself out in the shower, I’m walking up the hill towards the worst hotel in town, when I decide on a better plan than stalking and hanging out outside of the hotel, waiting to see if it’s the same girl. It has to be, I want it to be.
The main street hill is steep, with shops lined on both sides; it’s a great little town, seaside resort and country living all rolled into one. Even though I travel around the world a lot, and I’m not in the UK much anymore, I’ve always called this place home.
I head to Bruno’s coffee shop to grab a cup of coffee before I stalk a girl I once slept with, mentally shaking my head at myself. This place is a little odd, and Bruno is certainly a man of character. He’s in his 60s and has the most unique style you could ever see. He has always dressed like he is still in the ‘60s – smart, bold colours, tweed, everything tailor-made, brown leather jacket; he even rides a vintage Vespa in orange, it’s got all the mirrors, and it’s in pristine condition. I’m a little jealous,in all honesty, although with my six-foot-four frame, I think I would look a little out of place on a tiny Vespa. Anyway, the café is as vintage and ‘60s as its owner.
“I can’t stop this morning, I’ll have my usual and a latte for Em please, Bruno,” I say as I walk through the door.
“Black coffee and latte coming up, where are you off to in a rush, it’s only nine thirty?” he asks jokingly, smiling at me.
“I’ve been up for hours, just meeting a friend, or an old friend.” I’m not sure what I should call her…
“Well whatever you’re doing, and whoever you are meeting, have a good one. I’ve thrown in a treat for you both. Say hi to Em for me,” he says, passing me my coffees and a small bag. Straight to the point as always, he eyes me from the side while he serves the next customer, knowing I’m not telling him everything.
“Thanks, will do,” I say, lifting my cup and nodding to him as I turn and leave. Like I said, the whole town knows everyone, and everyone’s business, personal or not, and when you work in a café and have been here as long as Bruno has, well, he knows when something is up, or in my case when someone is not telling him everything. He is one of the biggest gossips in town.
I walk into Emma’s office a few minutes later and place our coffees on her desk. When she walks out from the back room, she rolls her eyes at me. “And what do I owe the pleasure of your company this morning?” she says while sitting down.
“I bailed last night, so I thought I would bring you coffee, and Bruno sent you a little something else, it’s in the bag,” I say, handing it to her. I know it’s a massive use of my sister, but I remembered what she said last night about meeting Millie, or Emilie, here today, so I thought what the hell, this way I don’t look like a creepy stalker and I get to spend some time with my sister too. I need to know if it’s her or not.
“Ahh, he knows me so well, pain au chocolate,” she pulls out two and hands one to me. I shake my head, this woman would eat chocolate all day if she could.
“Nothing worse than chocolate in the morning,” I say, frowning at her
“All the more for me, brilliant”. She smiles, popping the other one on her desk for later, and biting into the other.
There is one thing I know for sure that I can keep her talking about, and I won’t even have to speak after I ask her.
“How’s the wedding planning going?” I ask with a smirk on my face.
“You really want to know?” She frowns at me, like I’m joking with her.
“I’m here aren’t I?” I say. Although I have already heard everything I need to know from Dan, just the main details: time, date, dress code, I know she will tell me all the bits in between… and she does. Twenty minutes later, we are still on the invites and who has and hasn’t RSVP’d, when I hear the door ding open. It has to be her!
“You have a customer, I’ll grab another coffee for when you’re done,” I don’t even look behind me. I just walk out the back to the small kitchen, and flick the kettle on and just listen.
“Hi, it’s Emilie, I’m here to collect the keys to 29 Bench View?”
Bench fucking View? That’s not a great place to live, the landlord is a right dick. What is Em thinking, letting her that place?
“I remember who you are Emilie, come and sit and I’ll fetch the keys. We need to sign a few things, then you can be on your way.”
“Thanks,” Emilie says. She sounds tired so I sneak a look round the corner and my heart almost stops at the sight of her. She has changed so much, still just as beautiful, but so fragile. She’s lost so much weight, her clothes almost hang offher. The jumper she has on looks huge but the jeans, they fit well, hugging her legs, and her hair is still fiery red and curly. I remember running my fingers through it a few times when we were… um stopping that train of thought. I just watch her for a little while longer as they talk about the details of the apartment, she seems on edge, like she can’t settle. Looking up, I eye the clock.
“Shit,” I say out loud, I’m going to be late. I go to grab my keys and realise they’re still on Em’s desk, sitting right in front of Emilie. I contemplate for a moment on different ways to get them, but end up with nothing serious, so I opt for just walking out…
