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

NINE

His move to a sudden low crouch made me freeze with a berry halfway to my mouth. His predator eyes scanned the trees. I knew the moment he had spotted something because he froze, a silent snarl curling his lips.

His moves were precise and effortless as he slunk out of the home cave in the direction of danger. As he did, and everything went silent, I realised that this was my chance to try and find my way back home. Sure I was grateful that he had helped keep me alive, but I also did not want to spend the rest of my life out here in this wilderness where everyday was a day where you could die. I wanted my soft bed, I wanted to watch and cry over movies, I wanted ice cream and the comforts of home and an actual duvet rather than fur to keep me warm. I didn't want to sit here all day and worry with what this cave man wanted from me, why he was keeping me alive, why he was helping me and what did he want in return.

With my thoughts set, I dropped the fur blanket and crawled over to his sitting area, fumbling around, I found the sharp rock that he had used to skin the gazelle like creature that I refused to look at while I was searching.

If I ever came back – which I was not – I swore that I would tidy this place up. It took a moment, but I eventually found the sharp rock, and with it in hand, I looked out of the home cave and paused. How in the hell did he see out there?

When the sounds of a snarling fight hit my ears, I made my run, with the plan to loop around where he was fighting a creature, and find my way back to the cliff where he first found me, and then head back the way that I had ran when the wolf like creature had been chasing me.

But as the sound of a water hit my ears like a sirens call, I diverted and ran for the water, my throat feeling more sore than ever now that it knew I could have water. Reaching the water, I sighed in relief and dropped to my knees cupping my hands to scoop the water so that I could sip it. As the first drop hit my tongue, I flinched at how cold it was, but then thirst took over and I gulped it down, scooping up two, then three handfuls of water, before wetting my face. God I wanted a shower, but I knew that if I showered here, I would either die of hypothermia or he would find me.

Staggering to my feet, I turned away from the water and headed back to my path. But then I heard a branch crank under weight. My first thought was fear at being caught escaping by him. But it was worse, instead, a cat whiskered creature was scenting me from a tree above with sleek movements of preparing to pounce on it's prey. Unfortunately, it had decided that I would do as prey.

Spinning, I barely took a step when I was taken down by heave paws on my back. Apparently, I was so easy that it didn't even have it's claws out, and it was stupid, but I found myself feeling a little insulted.

On my stomach, I tried to kicked out as instinct took over, kicking back and up with my legs, hopping to kick it's belly area where I knew all, or at least most, animals were soft. The cat's yowl told me that I got it, but it didn't make too much difference, I felt one paw lift and saw it's dinner plate size as it landed in my line of sight next to me. A scream clawed it's way out of my throat as I felt the cat lean down for my neck with it's sharp teeth.

A pain in my hand reminded me of the sharp rock and instinct had me lifting it and slamming it into the cat's paw that was near my head. The pain filled yowl sliced through the air, silenced a moment later, followed by a thud.

Looking at the cat's fallen body to the side of me, I blinked at it confused, how had a strike in the paw killed it? But then I realised that it hadn't when I saw a long stick sticking out of it's chest.

Uh-oh. Spinning the other way, I saw him come out of the darkness with a look of absolute fury. He snarled when I went to open my mouth, making me slam it shut again. He was pissed. I knew he would be, his new toy running away, but I wanted to get home. Tears filled my eyes, but I knew that he wouldn't see them as he moved over to the cat to remove his stick and the sharp rock from the cats chest and paw. He looked impressed for a moment as he looked at the rock, though he did sent me another furious look.

Hoisting the cat onto his shoulder, he moved over to me and waved his hand in gesture for me to get up. The moment I was up with wobbly legs, his hand clamped tighter than a vice around my wrist and he dragged me all the way back to his home cave and not once did he look at me.