The Bad Boy: #WATTYS2019

Chapter Six

Mason

Well, fuck. I blew that. When I return to the hotel, after clearing my head from our fight, Kyla is gone. Checked out. Gone.

Once it's certain she isn't coming back, the emptiness that consumes me is powerful. Like a silence that deafens you to the point of insanity.

But...

I know where she lives.

I know where she sleeps.

And I'm not letting her go.

I come from a long line of deserters. My father left my mother, my grandfather left my grandmother, so it's in my DNA. I was destined to be a deserter. But I'm not. I won't ever be.

I decide it's time to head home and pack my things. I'll be back in Miami in less than two hours.

Back to my own reality.

I board the plane like a zombie, taking my seat in first class, not noticing my surroundings, just going with the flow.

The plane takes off, and the engines roar, but I no longer hear them, trapped in my own little world. Once we've leveled off, I hook up my micro printer to my laptop and print out the pictures from the ruins.

Kyla was so full of life. Full of this unforeseen energy I couldn't escape from. It mesmerized me. And I. Can't. Stop. Thinking. About. Her.

The feel of my fingers wrapped around her fragile neck. The feel of her pussy coating my tongue with her essence. The feel of my cock deep inside her.

I just can't get her out of my head.

And I don't want to.

When the plane lands, I walk to my BMW in the long-term parking and throw my bag in the back. This feels like it's been the longest trip of my life, and it's only been about twenty-four hours.

I hop on I-95, merging with the traffic, and head home to my place in Miramar. No one's here when I pull into the driveway. But, of course I wasn't expecting her to be here.

When I step inside, the low hum of the air conditioning, cools my heated body.

Everything is the exact same as when I left, except, the note on the fridge. I cross the kitchen tile.

'It didn't work, Colin. I'll be staying with my sister until after the divorce. -Ava,' the note reads.

I close my eyes, letting the stillness of the house calm me. Letting the fact she's really gone consume me. I know I can't fix things in her head for her. God, do I want to. It eats me up inside the way she's closed herself off. That she feels she's failed me. Never.

I thought I could give her space, let her work it out, but I know she still loves me. In Cozumel, the therapist said to forget everything, and I did.

Well, fuck it. I'll fight the biggest battle of my life for her. I'll wage war, and storm the trenches if it means keeping her in my life. I'll slay every dragon to keep her as my wife. Because I can't lose her.

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