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

TWENTY-ONE

He had calmed down the moment I wasn't shouting at him and as we walked up to a round about, I saw that we weren't in the middle of nowhere, but instead in a large village or small town. As 'Tom' dug through the backpack that he now had, I looked up at the signs on the roundabout to see if any of the places jogged a memory, of course, none did.

Turning to look at him as he growled at the backpack like it was a wolf that wasn't giving him his prey, I felt an amused smile lift my lips as a sudden smile crossed his features as he pulled something out of the bag and gestured for me to take it. When I did, I saw that he had managed to grab a map of France, opening it, I studied the map with a glare until I saw a place on the map that matched a name on one of the signs. If I was right, we were in Brittany, the north-west of France.

"Look, we're somewhere around here," I gestured on the map. "There's an airport here. Or a port here."

"Fly," he said, twisting something on his wrist, which I saw was a watch that said the time was 4:40 A.M..

"Okay... Don't like boats, huh?"

He shook his head looking a little green which I found rather amusing considering how he had been living for the past ten years – fighting wolves and large cats, but the mention of a boat had him feeling ill. Poor man.

"Okay no boats," I agreed, looking back at the map again. "So if we head for Saint-Lormel first, as we have a sign here." I pointed at the sign on the roundabout that pointed in the direction we had originally come from. "Then we can stop halfway and turn for Trégon; followed by Ploubalay, and from there we should be able to get to Dinard airport. Sound good?"

At his nod, I put the map back in the backpack while repeating, "Saint-Lormel; Saint-Lormel; Saint-Lormel, then turn for Trégon..."

It took us thirty minutes to reach the point where we had to turn away from Saint-Lormel and head for Trégon, and it was as we were about halfway to Trégon that I suddenly remembered about phones in this modern time, and that I could phone my family for help in the next village. Stepping up the pace, 'Tom' didn't complain, just matched it and I figured that he at least, could have kept the pace all day if he wanted to.

But thirty minutes further in, he stopped us so we could have a drink and so I could sit down even though I knew I could still go on. But as we stopped, another realisation came to me, I was still calling him 'Tom'.

Staring at him, he caught my stare and raised a questioning brow at me. Looking away in embarrassment, I felt myself go red when he turned me back to look at him with his fingers on my chin.

"What?" he asked.

"It's nothing, I just feel bad."

Frowning at me, he let go of my chin and stood straight, his gaze telling me to continue.

"I feel bad because I still don't know your actual name, I just keep calling you 'Tom', which isn't fair, especially since you know my name... I just feel bad, okay?"

"Not okay," he said, crouching down to my level. "My name is Ethan."