“It’s okay. Who needs food when I have you to eat?” Kayden said kissing my neck.
“Oh, you’re going to need your protein for what I’ve planned for you today, sweetie.”
“Don’t say another word. What are we waiting for?” Kayden said to me as he pushed me gently off his body and sat up.
“You’re too easy. Promise of sex and you’ll do anything,” I said to him while trying to sit up.
“Only when it comes to you.... I’m starving. I only ate junk food on the way here,” he said as he rose from the bed and gave me a full view of his body. He reached in his bag, pulling out a pair of shorts. He opened the door, walked out, and left me behind.
I could hear him and Suzy chatting in the kitchen. Even though Kayden and Suzy had only spent a short period of time together in person, they both knew a lot about each other. Our time on Skype had helped us all form a bond. We sat at the table and talked. The chatter didn’t stop during breakfast, and we all cleaned the kitchen together.
“What’s on tap for you two today?” Suzy asked placing the last plate in the dishwasher.
“Sophia said I needed my protein for whatever she has planned,” Kayden said with a grin on his face.
“I’m keeping him locked up in my room all day. We aren’t leaving the bed unless we need to eat. I want him to relax and I want him all to myself,” I said to Suzy while staring at Kayden.
“Well, have fun. I have a ton to do today,” she said walking into her room.
I had rented some movies before he left New Orleans. He worked seven days a week and needed a couple days to recuperate.
“What do you have up your sleeve?” he asked me with a look of intrigue in his eyes following me into the bedroom.
“I want to stay in bed and have you hold me all day. I rented some movies for us to watch. Oh, and make love, of course,” I said to him as I stripped off my clothes and climbed into bed.
“Anything you want, baby doll,” he said as he stripped off his shorts and crawled in next to me.
He made love to me, slowly grinding into me—face to face. I needed slow and sensual, it had been too long since I felt one with Kayden.
We both drifted in and out of sleep the rest of the day. He was like a tranquilizer… I couldn’t stay awake snuggled in his arms.
The day was going too fast for me, but it always did when Kayden and I were together.
“Want to go grab something to eat?” I asked Kayden as I checked the time on my phone.
“Sure, I’d love a good cheeseburger,” he said to me as he began to sit up.
“There’s a place a couple of minutes away… they make great burgers,” I said crawling off the bed.
On the way to the restaurant his phone began to ring.
“Shit, it’s work. Should I answer it?” he asked.
“You better see what they want,” I said, although I didn’t mean a word of it.
“Hello,” he said.
Kayden listened to the person on the other end before responding. “I just got here early this morning, can’t it wait a day?” His eyes darted to mine.
“Mother fucker,” I muttered to myself turning my head to look out the window.
“But I had this weekend off before the storm,” Kayden said.
“Fine,” he said. “I’ll leave in the morning.”
He threw his phone down on the seat between his legs.
“I’m sorry, baby doll.”
“You were supposed to have the whole weekend.” I pouted.
“My boss said the storm has passed and everyone is needed to make repairs.” He ran his palm across his face. “He said he would make it up to me.”
“It’s fucking unbelievable, you just got here.” Tears began to stream down my face.
“I don’t have a choice. He said I have to come back,” Kayden said. “At least we’ve had some time together.”
“I know, but it doesn’t make it any easier. I thought we had a couple more days together, at least. You drove so far to see me and now you have to make the drive back already. I wanted you to have time to rest,” I said to him while trying to get the tears to stop falling.
“Today has been great. It did more for me than you’ll ever know. I promise I will be back as soon as I can… It may be three weeks, though, but first chance I get I’ll be on a plane to you,” he said, trying to seem upbeat.
I couldn’t do anything but think about him leaving so soon. The mood had been ruined. We barely spoke at the restaurant; he tried to soothe me with loving touches. As soon as we returned home, I wrapped myself around his body and tried to crawl inside him. I could never be close enough, and this time tomorrow he would be back in NOLA. He made love to me that night, tears streaked down my cheeks the entire time.
I slept horribly that night. Every time I woke up, I cried. My night had been restless and tortured. My eyes were puffy from tears and I tried to prolong his departure. I didn’t want to say goodbye.
When he drove away I almost collapsed. When I knew he could no longer see me I hunched over and sobbed, my tears falling on to the cement. To have him ripped from me in a blink of an eye was excruciating.
It’s Bullshit… Absence Doesn’t Make the Heart Grow Fonder
I didn’t want to leave her so soon. I knew that I would not be able to make it back for at least thirty days, but I prayed I was wrong. It all depended on the amount of destruction the city sustained during the storm. I had driven over eighteen hours during the last couple days to see Sophia. Every moment of the drive was worth even the little time I was able to spend with her.
The journey home seemed so much longer. When I entered the city I was able to see some damage. Trees were knocked down, some neighborhoods had no electricity, street signs were blown away, and debris littered the roadways. It could have been so much worse. The city was breathing a sigh of relief. Many anticipated the storm to be so much worse, especially since it was on the exact anniversary of Hurricane Katrina. I sent pictures to Sophia of everything I saw when I returned. We tried to Skype before we went to bed, but the internet connection was too sketchy due to the storm damage.
I sent her a photo the next morning on my way to work. I snapped one of me exiting my apartment with a smile on my face. I wanted her to think I was all right even though I was a mess inside. I wanted to make her smile when she opened her eyes this morning. When my phone dinged I thought Sophia was awake and responding to my photo. I was wrong … dead wrong.
It was my ex-girlfriend—the woman that had me thrown in jail and discarded me like a piece of trash. Why couldn’t she just leave me alone? There was a no-contact order in place between us; she was able to contact me all she wanted, but I wasn’t supposed to respond. I ignored the message and went into my account and blocked her from sending further messages. I read her message before deleting it from my account.
What a fucking bitch. I didn’t have a type; I loved them all. She must be watching me. Not a good sign for Sophia or myself. She was destructive.
I wanted to reply to her, but I’d promised Sophia that I’d ignore any message she sent to me. When I stopped for gas I blocked her on my account.
Work kept me busy; I had to work the evening I returned home. The storm had damaged the city, but not in the way Katrina had years ago. Trees were down and roofing shingles blown about. The levies held and the city didn’t flood. I immersed myself in my work, trying to keep my mind off the time I missed with Sophia.
