Lost for Him [possessive billionaire romance updated Saturday and Sunday]

EIGHT

Shocked awake, I shivered as my focus zoomed to the light outside. Jumping again at the loud thunderous booming across the sky–

Great, David had left the blinds open again–

But there were no blinds to close. As a breeze drifted across my skin where my duvet had fallen down, I realised that my window was gone too. That was when I looked around, cave walls... it wasn't a dream. Looking down confirmed it, no snugly mattress, and no snugly duvet, instead I lay on leaves and was cover with a fur blanket and my hands hurt from where I had practised rock climbing on the cliff.

I held my breath as a sob broke out. David had cheated on me. After three years, he had cheated on me. Which also meant that my car had run out of fuel and that I had thrown my keys like an idiot and was now being looked after by a man that couldn't speak and dressed in fur shorts. Hiccuping instead of sobbing this time, I glared at myself, I hated hiccups. But they were startled out of me when a gazelle like creature suddenly flopped into the cave.

Staring wide eyed at the creature that had it's eyes open, though they were misting, I felt a strike of sympathy for the poor creature suddenly dying. But that was over the moment cave man entered, blood on his hands, anger tore though me, he had just killed Bambi's ancestor!

When he saw that I was awake, he looked pleased that I had not died in his bed, until he saw my glare, then he sent a glare back and returned to Bambi's ancestor with a sharp rock and started to skin it with practised hands.

He was half way through skinning it when my sneeze hit me with a shiver. He had finished skinning Bambi's ancestor when the urge to use whatever was classed as a bathroom hit me along with another sneeze which nearly made me wet myself. God I hated sneezing.

Standing on wobbly legs, his eyes tracked my every movement, then as I neared the "doorway", he growled in warning.

"I need to use the bathroom," I told him, glancing quickly outside to see that there was thunder and lightening, but no rain for the moment.

Cocking his head like a confused wolf, he jumped up the moment I took another step and growled again.

"Bath-room!" I snapped.

His glare, I decided, could make the bravest men cower. But I really, really needed a wee now, though I did step back.

"Toilet. Wee-wee," I followed the baby word with a glare as he only stood staring at me.

But then he shocked me by nodding as – he had a bad habit with this, I decided – he grabbed my arm and led me out of the home cave and down a track. On reaching a spot, he pointed and turned around. Glaring at his back, I moved to the point he had gestured, annoyed. He should know that I was not going to run, I knew that he could catch me with ease, plus, if I wanted to survive, I knew that he was my best chance at it.

Double checking that he would not turn around, I hid behind a tree and pulled my trousers and underwear down and did my business following it with a shake and grabbing the softest leaf I could find – which was not very soft, but it did it's job, and a moment later I was next to him with my trousers up and tapping him on the arm.

He didn't jump, which spoke volumes about how loud my walk was, especially compared to his. I probably sounded like an elephant to him.

I was surprised when he only turned, revealing handsome features I hadn't taken too much notice of until this point. But then, I had been too scared to take too much notice of anything other than his enormous height and well toned physic that women back home would drool over. He was the type of man that would not have been single, but instead he would have been snapped up by some lucky girl.

As he pushed me to walk ahead of him, heat coursed through me as his hand rested on the middle of my back like a hot brand, especially when I had been expecting the grab and pull method that he had used so far.

Half way up to the home cave, another sneeze made me stumble to a stop and I prayed that it was just something in the air, and that I wasn't coming down with something, not out here. But on entering home cave, I knew that I wasn't so lucky. The sniffles had started, and shivers racked me, even though I felt warm. He kept pushing until I was back onto the bed of leaves where he proceeded to point until I sat. Wrapping the fur around myself, his hand cupped my chin as his bright cat like eyes looked into mine with a frown. Grimacing, he left me sitting there and returned to the gazelle like creature as I sniffled. Just my luck, I sighed, getting ill where there is no medicine or doctors to give me medicine.

Laying down, I closed my eyes with the plan to just rest for five minutes but when I next woke, I found that the light outside was on the verge of dimming and that he was kneeling next to me, shaking me awake.

Sniffling and yawning, it took me a moment to see what he was offering me. Raw meat. I looked past him to see that he had eaten a lot of the gazelle already, and that he had saved some for me. The urge to hurl over the raw meat left a sour taste in my mouth.

Shaking my head, I pushed his hand offering the meat away. But at that moment, my stomach decided to let loose a loud rumble, yelling at me that the berries this morning had not been enough to satisfy it.

Frowning at me, he took a bite of the raw meat which made me gag, and he offered it again, and I realised that he was showing me that he had not poisoned it. Again, I shook my head and pushed his hand away.

Glaring at me, he moved away and left the home cave. I felt bad for refusing the meat but... no, I liked my meat well done, not... raw. He returned a few minutes later, and gave me more berries, accepting them seemed to calm him down a little, but his annoyance at my refusal still hung in the air. But as he ate the meat I refused, and I ate the berries, the air cleared between us, until a nearby snarl sounded.