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Ijust wanted to see her again, that was all.
It wasn’t even about the music anymore. We’d been flat-out recording and filming, trying to keep the promise I’d made to the execs. New songs were flowing, the album was coming together, and everyone was happy. Mostly.
I’d arrived at Cat’s floor in the Harris, Walsh & Sons building ready to tear shit up. I’d completely pumped myself up, imagining the music swelling as I burst into her office, fell to my knees, and told her I would rather die than live without her. I’d even brought flowers like a total mug, ready to convince her to leave Dom and run away with me.
The elevator doors opened, and I strode forward. Lucy’s mouth dropped as I valiantly stood before her desk, chest out, proud of myself for making a stand.
I graced her with one of my classic sexy smiles. “Is Catherine Fischer available?” I sounded like hot shit.
Her assistant’s eyes popped as she gasped. “You’re… You’re the one who’s been calling!”
I graced her with one of my trademark smiles. “Maybe I am. Is she in?”
Lucy shook her head and cheerily replied, “Oh, no! Cat’s been off sick for two weeks. Would you like to leave a message?”
Thankfully, all it took was a bouquet of red roses to bribe Cat’s address out of her. Lucy scribbled down the address, adding her number before tearing the page out of her notepad and handing it to me.
“I’d definitely call first. Cat hates unexpected visitors.”
Sod calling. I wasn’t giving her a reason to run. If she knew I was coming, she could escape again, and I’d lose my chance.
No, I needed the element of surprise, even if it pissed her off. I had a dramatic speech lined up, and she was going to sit there and take it before she dumped me.
I only had the morning free, and then I had to get back to the studio to finish recording. So, it was now or never.
I’d lost some of my edge by the time I pulled up to her building. The nerves were setting in. Descending on her office was mostly unplanned, but this had more of a purpose. I was actually going to do it. I was really going to storm in there and tell her I loved her, again, and if she didn’t want me back, she could fuck off.
Wait, no.
If she didn’t love me, I would wait for her until the end of time. Even if it killed me. Even if she kept running away, I would stay as long as I knew she loved me. And she did. You couldn’t look at someone like that while rubbing cum off their chest while calling them a good boy, and say you didn’t love them.
She could deny it to herself all she wanted, but she needed to hear the truth.
I entered the foyer, muttering/rehearsing as I reached the oval desk. I came face to face with a bored-looking security guard knitting a bright-pink jumper. He eyed me with interest through the clear plastic safety barrier but said nothing. I assumed he didn’t recognise me, which I hoped was a good thing. Or maybe he was just so used to celebrities that he was over it.
“I’m here to see Catherine Fischer.”
He blinked. “Ms Fischer usually rings down if she has guests.”
“I’m her boyfriend. I’m here to surprise her.” I’d honestly say anything to this guy to get past him. I needed to see her. I needed to know she was okay. ‘Ill’ could mean so many things, and in the twenty-minute drive over, my mind had gone to the worst places.
“How come I’ve never seen you ‘round here before?” He blinked again.
“Because we’ve been keeping it a secret.” I was wound up before I’d even left her office. This wasn’t helping. “Look, mate, I’m really worried about her. I haven’t heard from her in days, and I’m scared something has happened. Can you phone up to her flat or something? Just see if she’s there?”
He looked at me sceptically but shrugged, abandoning the knitting to pick up the phone. He pressed a single button. “It’s ringing.”
He stared at me. I could have kissed him.
“Hi, yeah, it’s Jeff. From the security desk. Got an emo-looking guy here asking about Ms Fischer.” He paused, listening for what felt like an eternity, until he suddenly straightened. “Yes. Right, right, ’kay, thanks.” He put the phone down and looked at me. “Max?”
I nodded quickly, hating the pressure that had built up inside me. I could still push past him if he didn’t let me through, but there was a taser on his belt, and I bet he’d love the chance to use it.
“Okay, sure. Top floor, door on the right.”
I really could have been anyone. It wasn’t like he asked for ID, but I wasn’t pointing that out right now. I had places to be.
I shot him a quick thanks before running to the elevators. I bounced about in the small box, trying to figure out how to start.
