What the hell is that buzzing noise? Slowly untangling my body from Livvy, I slide off the bed and fish through my pants to get to my cell phone. Shit! Tag. I forgot we had plans to go boating this morning. Grabbing my clothes, I move into the bathroom and get dressed.
“Hey, Tag. Sorry, I just woke up.”
“It’s 8:00 a.m., Dude. What the hell happened to you last night? I only played one round of pool, found me some arm candy, and came back to the booth to join you, only to find you missing. Did you end up at her place last night?”
“Sorry man, the club was too noisy and crowded, so we bailed. She didn’t offer to go to her place so we went to a hotel.”
“Shit, Dude, you got a live one and all I got was a hand job under the table. You suck. Or did she?”
“Hey, Tag. Don’t talk about her that way, okay. I’m pretty sure she’s the one I’ve been waiting for.”
“Holy shit, Dude. Sorry, no problem. Do you want to bring her boating today?”
“Ya, I’ll ask her, but no comments from you today if she comes with me. I’m going to grab her some coffee and breakfast and wake her the proper way. I’ll call you in an hour and let you know.”
I sneak out of the room, so I don’t wake her before heading down to the hotel restaurant. The place is crowded, and there is a line waiting to get in. I move past the people to ask the hostess for a take out order, and she blushes and nods her head quickly.
“The kitchen is a little behind, but I will ask them to hurry for you.”
I order a thermos of coffee and two omelets with hash browns then sit down to wait. It still takes forty-five minutes, and I hope I still get to wake Livvy with breakfast in bed.
Chapter Six
Enigma:
*a person or thing that is mysterious or difficult to understand.
~Livvy~
The soft click of the door wakes me up. That is one particular sound that is familiar to me. My paranoid mother would check on me at all hours of the night to make sure I didn’t sneak out or have someone sneak in. She would try to be quiet, but that telling click always woke me up. I used to laugh to myself that she didn’t seem to know me that well as she snuck in and out, but now my heart sinks that Alexander just snuck out.
I will wait fifteen minutes, but if he doesn’t return I will go to my hotel and gather my things to fly home at noon. Facing John after last night will be weird, even though he did dump me first. Maybe I’ll get lucky and he will have already left. I think I’ll still have to see him on the plane. Hopefully, I can get a seat change.
While waiting and praying for his return, I decide to clean up and make the bed. Daydreaming of strong, calloused hands caressing my body has me growing warm. I glance at my phone and fifteen minutes have already passed. How much humiliation can I take? I would probably sit here all day if I thought he might return, then sink further into despair when he doesn’t. I am dressed in my sundress and swimsuit bottoms, holding my broken top as I walk out the door. Is this what the walk of shame feels like? I don’t regret what we did together, but I wish he had cared enough to wake me before he left. The elevator ride is long and as I step out, the smell of food assails me. Looking to my left, I see a small line gathered to get into the restaurant, so I walk the other way out the side door. I will eat later if my appetite ever returns. I have to gather my things from the hotel I shared with John and find a way to the airport.
~Savage~
I am fuming as I make my way to the room. She is probably awake and my surprise breakfast will not be as impressive. I slide in the key and walk into an empty room. The bed is made, and the bathroom door is open, showing me I’m here alone. “What the hell!” I set the tray on the bistro style table and check the bathroom just to make sure. “Livvy. Where are you?” My heart sinks, knowing I will not get an answer, but my brain has still not registered that she has left. I search every surface for a note but find nothing. Maybe she thinks I’m the one who left. Goddammit! I didn’t even get her last name, where she lives, where she works or goes to school. I was so caught up in being with her that everything else that comes with normal dating protocol went out the window. I told her I wasn’t letting her go so she shouldn’t think I would just take her virginity and leave. “SHIT!” What if she does?
Storming out of the room, I make my way to the stairs. I don’t have the patience to wait for the elevator and I need to work off some steam. At the check-in counter, I turn over my keys to a perky little brunette. “Did a blonde woman leave a message for me?” Inside I cross my fingers that this is just a misunderstanding and maybe she left me a message.
“Sorry no, but she would have to be stupid to let you get away.”
Her flirting is cute, but I have no interest in anyone except for Livvy. I must have a grief-stricken look on my face for her to assume someone left me. Dammit, Livvy, where are you? I thank the girl and walk out into the morning sun. I can’t help but glance around hoping to see her, but nothing.
