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Mist
All this time, I thought I lost you, but maybe I lost myself, too.
A week passesand I sit on the edge of myself.
As if the withdrawal isn’t enough, Hawk doesn’t leave my side. Whenever he suspects I’m getting stronger, he ties me back to the bed, so I’m splayed for his hungry gaze.
I try to ignore the anticipation coiling through me.
I try to pretend that his touch isn’t resurrecting my dead soul back to life.
But no matter how much I lie to myself, the feeling continue to twist inside me like a hungry predator.
However, aside from the teasing orgasms and the occasional spankings, Hawk never took me after that day at the table.
It can’t be because he doesn’t want me. I feel his desire right under my skin, almost rivalling mine. Short from begging him to take me, I don’t know what I’ll do.
If I have to be fed by him as he fingers me with his other hand one more time, I might just break down and beg.
Today, he didn’t bother with tying me up. I can barely stand and even when I do, I’m shaking all over as if I’m coming down with a cold.
Since he didn’t come to find me, I stroll down the stairs, clutching the wall for balance. My hair falls to the middle of my back, all brushed and pretty thanks to Hawk. Yesterday, after my shower, he dried my hair and I fell asleep while he brushed it. Maybe that’s why I didn’t tie it today.
I’m wearing yet another one of his T-shirts that almost reaches my knees. I’ve become so accustomed to his clean, head-turning ocean scent that I don’t want to wear anything but his clothes anymore.
Once I’m in the entrance area, I search for a phone or something but come up with nothing.
After I threatened him to sneak out and call for help behind his back, Hawk let me call Molly while he was present. She assured me that Jessica and Sarah are in a safe house and that she visits them. I told her to keep them away from any of her male contacts. They’re a little traumatised after the incident with that politician and they don’t need any male presence.
I can trust Molly to keep them safe and watch over the other girls in Le Salon. However, I couldn’t broach Ink’s subject with her. Not only Hawk remained at my side like a grim reaper the entire time, but I also don’t doubt that someone is eavesdropping on hers.
When I’m strong enough, I’ll find an opening and leave this place or everything I’ve been building will fall apart.
Paracetamol pills lie on the table with a bottle of water. I pop two pills inside my mouth and swallow gulps of water.
This caring side of Hawk always puts me in a knot. Sometimes, I don’t know if he really cares or he’s doing this to torment me. It’s probably the second, but a stupid part of me still hopes that something inside him still beats for me.
Outside, I crouch on a swing on the small, wooden porch. I’m so used to Le Salon’s fake grandiose or the empty hotel rooms that being in such a cosy place squeezes my chest until it’s painful.
The bright, early morning sky contains no ounce of clouds. The ocean’s salty breeze blows my hair across my face as if inviting me for a swim in the twinkling sea. In the distance, I spot a large frame running along the beach. Although I’m a bit dizzy, I plop my elbows on my thighs and lean forward to get a better view of him.
There’s nothing, absolutely nothing, more beautiful than Hawk running half-naked on the beach. He must’ve taken a swim because strands of his damp hair stick to his forehead. The wet black shorts cling to his strong thighs while his cut chest and tattoos glisten with droplets of water.
My nipples pucker against the T-shirt and it’s not because of the air. It’s becoming crazy and ridiculous how much my body is aware of him. How I unknowingly turn in his direction whenever he’s in sight.
He picks up the pace and throws punches in the air while running. My gaze zeroes on the strength of his punches and I attempt throwing my own, but with less intensity and more tremors.
Left. Right.
Left. Left. Right.
Left. Right.
Left. Left. Left.
Right is my dominant hand so when I hit left, he hits right. He’s definitely lying low on his dominant hand which doesn’t make sense unless his injury is much worse than I predicted.
My chest constricts at the thought that Hawk won’t be able to protect himself. He’s always been a rock, but what if he’s crumbling now?