Noah

I won’t deny it I was amused at how pissed Alexis was at the waitress. I watched as Alexis squirmed and I saw the smoke coming from her ears as she sat across from me. I had no interest in the waitress, but I was entertained by them both.

When Alexis asked if she was getting in the way, I didn’t even reply. I didn’t think a comment was needed. I have been spending a lot of time with Alexis. I have never spent this much time with any woman without fucking her. Alexis is different, and I have no idea why. She is fragile and frustrating at the same time. I want to hold her, fuck her, and scream at her all at once. I have been holding back with her and she doesn’t like it one bit.

The night I took her back to my room, I wanted to fuck her so badly that I could barely breathe. I had her right where I wanted her; when she put her hands on her chest, it broke me. She was in my bed and still hiding from me? If that wasn’t bad enough, I looked into her eyes and saw fear. She wasn’t over her ex and he still held a piece of her that she wasn’t going to turn loose. I am a selfish man and I wasn’t going to fuck her if she was thinking of any other man. I still won’t do it, and we are both suffering because of it. I am dying to put my cock inside her and I know it’s what she wants too. I just want to make sure it’s my cock she wants and no one else’s.

I nod when Alexis excuses herself to go to the ladies’ room and I watch as the waitress walks to her side of the table. I glance towards her name tag and realize that her long blond hair is covering it. I never even bothered to get the girl’s name because I was never interested and I’m still not. She finally leaves the table and I turn to look back towards the ladies’ room wondering what the hell is taking Alexis so long?

When the waitress again returns to the table, I ask if she would check on Alexis. She goes in and returns advising that the ladies’ room is empty. I pay the bill and walk outside to see if her truck is still here and not surprisingly, it’s gone. I call Alexis and she doesn’t fucking answer. I wait a few minutes and call her again and she still doesn’t answer. When I call a third time, I hear the message that the caller is not available. She turned off her fucking phone to avoid me and I am now pissed off.

The next morning, I call Ted, to let him know his information was useless. Why am I paying him if he can’t do the fucking job? I have been to all the places that he put in his report and I haven’t found Nick. Ted advises that he still has his people looking into things and he will report back. I am not paying him to consider anything. I paid him to find Nick and he is about to get his ass fired. I have been in Chicago for too long and I am about to snap.

Nick was constantly in Chicago, but despite his frequent trips, he didn’t have a home here. There is no property listed with his name on it. Where the hell was he staying? Based on his credit card information, he wasn’t staying in hotels. I hop out of bed and start looking at the hotel listings in the area. There are too many for me to even consider going to each one. Was he staying with someone while in Chicago? I shake my head wondering if somehow could he have been living two separate lives. I have my work cut out for me, but I made Sam a promise that I intend to keep.

I am not going to get distracted. Alexis did me a favor by walking out. She gave me a reason to end things with her. She was only getting in the way and I am here to find Nick. She wasn’t ready for me anyway. She was too hung up on her ex, and I don’t have time for that. I should have just fucked her and moved on. I just don’t know why things felt different with her.

Two weeks later, I still don’t have anything new on Nick. I have been avoiding all of Sam’s calls and have made sure to give Ted a few angry calls of my own. I have been walking the streets and staring at every face that walks past that even remotely looks like Nick.

I start to wonder if I should just file another missing person report. We filed one last year and we haven’t heard anything. We assumed that it was just moved over to some cold case file. Maybe I should visit the station and ask them if they are still looking?

The police station is full of chaos. A cop walks over to me and asks if I need help. I tell him I am checking on a missing person report. He asks for the name and when I tell him he has me take a seat. A few minutes later, a detective comes over and takes me to his desk.

I listen to the detective for almost five minutes until I can no longer hear him. I stopped listening after his first few sentences. I can’t believe what I am hearing. I am beyond pissed off. When the detective stands up and holds out his hand, I do the same. I walk out of the station feeling like I was just suckered punched and have no idea what I’ll tell Sam or my parents.