{Chapter Sixteen}
"I miss you so much," I whine at David who sighs and looks away from the camera.
"I know, I miss you too," he replies then looks to the camera again with a small smile. "But it's only another three months, we've survived this long we can survive a little longer."
I sigh but nod in agreement. The last nine months have been absolute hell. Between not being able to talk to David more than a few hours a day because of the large time difference, and barely getting any relief from my work that's been busy as hell since the stock market is getting busier these past few months. And now Christian has finally relented his parents' pleas to visit for the weekend.
"And Christian is gone," I state glumly. He nods, seeming to get just as upset, if not more, as I am.
"I know. But he'll be back Sunday, you just need to get through today, then you get to pick him up. And just a few months and you'll see me again, too." He offers brightly. I nod, biting my tongue against more words that will just be a repeat of what I've already said.
"I love you," I state, for probably the thousandth time since the first time I told him right before he went into the terminal to leave the country. His lips upturn in a huge smile that crinkles the corner of his eyes and makes them sparkle.
"I love you, too Jay." He returns. That only makes my heart clench in my chest though, because although I feel so close to him through the computer, it isn't the same as being in person. I can't hug him, or kiss him. I can't even touch him. I can't have him come over to taste the food I've been attempting to learn to cook. I can't do anything. All I can do is stare at him through a screen and wish I could feel his slightly rough skin under my finger tips.
"I have to go, but I'll call you in the morning. I mean, you're evening but still," I lie. Dave's jaw twitches but he nods, smiling though I can tell it's not genuine, it doesn't reach his eyes. We both know I'm lying, I don't need to leave, I just can't stand to be on the phone with him this long when I know I can't be close to him.
"I'll talk to you later, Jay. "Without another word he disconnects the call and I sigh. I close my laptop and put it on the end table. Then I look around my room, trying to figure out what to do. I finally decide to stop having a pity party for one in my bed and get up.
I pull off my loose pajama pants and pull on a clean pair of tight black jeans followed with a white t-shirt that has the Metallica logo in black on the front. I grab my keys, wallet, and phone before I head down the stairs. I pull on my boots at the door and leave the house after arming it.
I get in my truck and drive towards a night club I haven't been to in years, way back when before I met Christian. Back when I wasn't tied down in a long distance relationship and instead had a different guy in bed every night without fail. Meeting Christian made that nearly stop, I couldn'texactly have one night stands when he was asleep down the hall.
I park at the night club and get out, locking my car before I head to the door. The security guard looks me up and down before nodding and letting me in. I sigh at that, wondering if I'm starting to look old. I enter the club, the sporadic music shaking the walls while girting bodies fill the dance floor, dancing with whoever they can.
I make my way to the bar first though and order two shots and a beer. I down the shots and take my bottle with me towards the dance floor, doing exactly what everyone else is doing; dancing with whatever body I come in contact with. I grind my ass against someone's crotch behind me, while a man with white contacts and pitch black dyed hair does a very sexually suggestive dance in front of me.
I watch the man in interest, my mind becoming fogged from the liquor as I continue to watch him. He smirks and moves a bit closer to me while the man behind me seems to disappear, leaving the two of us alone, to dance. He licks his lips seductively before pulling me out of the dance floor.
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