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

TWENTY-TWO

"Ethan..." his name rolled across my tongue and looking at it, the name fit: strong; sturdy; and not as common as the name Tom. "Suits you."

As he raised a brow at my compliment, I avoided further conversation by standing. "Ready?"

At his nod, we continued until we finally reached Trégon which had a straight road that appeared to run straight through it. Checking the time said that it was nearly six in the morning, which was too early to start knocking on doors to try and see if some one would let us borrow a phone for a few minutes.

Pulling 'Tom'–– Ethan to a stop with a hand on his arm, I explained my idea. "We need to get a phone, then I can call home and they can help us with transport." I didn't mention money again, that seemed to spark us both off.

He looked insulted that I felt the need to call my family, but after a moment, he nodded with a reluctant sigh. "Where?"

"I don't know," I confessed. "We could try a bar? But I don't think they will be open until later. And it's too early to start knocking on peoples doors."

"Then sit, wait, and eat," he said as though it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Or," I started, "We could walk to Ploubalay? Then we could try there? It would save sitting around for a few hours."

But he shook his head. "Stay here."

With that he moved over to a curb and sat down to open the bag and start pulling out food. He put some down for me, then set himself up. Moving over with a rumbling stomach, I sat next to him and ate. I didn't scoff it this time, instead, I took my time as I no longer felt like I hadn't eaten in years, in fact, I was still feeling full from the last meal. But then that wasn't really a surprise considering that my diet for the last month had consisted of berries and raw meat.

When I had finished what I could eat, Ethan polished off the rest, clearly glad to no longer have a limited supply of food that he had to hunt for. Of course, my worry was that he was eating it all too fast and that it would come back up, but then I decided that we would face that bridge if it came to it, and I hoped to God that it wouldn't come.

Pulling his wrist with the watch on it towards me, which he allowed, I saw that it was nearing twenty past six. Still too early–

The sound of a door closing made me perk up and for Ethan to crowd over me in caution. Seeing an old lady wave off a young girl who was now driving away had me pushing Ethan's crowding body away so I could go and speak to her. But Ethan had other ideas as his hand clamped down on my arm.

Twisting to look up at him, I saw his face as a conflict of emotions and it took me a moment to remember that these were his first – other than me – non savage human beings. I could feel the war in his body as he crouched over me with the urge to run with me or to fight.

"Hey easy," I attempted to soothe. "We can ask her for a phone, but you need to calm down."

His nod was slow and his grip was tight on my arm, so tight I knew that I would gain a bruise, but I would live, I was more worried about him. Is this what he had been when he had first found me in the other place? Confused, conflicted? Or had it been easier as it had been on his turf?

Standing, I gently pulled him with me, and he came like a ball of tension behind me. Pushing at his hand that had gripped me made him look down at me.

"I need you to wait here," I quickly carried on when I saw the refusal. "I need to go alone so I won't scare her. I'll scream if anything goes wrong. I'll try and stay where you can see me. Please? We need this phone call, Ethan."

Releasing my arm was an effort, I could see it in the way his arm shook, and by the death glare he sent at the old Lady's house.

"Wait here, I'll be back in a few."

His nod was more of a jerk and growl, but I took it as a 'Be quick, else I'm coming in.'

Jogging over to the old Lady's house, I knocked on the door and heard a pause from inside. The Lady that opened the door had a massive smile on her face until she saw me. I felt guilty with the fact that she had been expecting the other girl, and not me.

"Sorry!" I exclaimed in honesty. "Could I borrow your phone for a moment?"

At the old Lady's blank look, I suddenly remembered a key fact, I was in France where they spoke French, not English.

"Umm... Phone? Telephone?" I used my hand to make a hand phone near my ear, following it with a pleading look. "My car," I pretended I had a car wheel in my hands. "Had a fire," I made a noise and gesture of an explosion – figured it would get her attention. "I have no money and no phone, could I borrow yours?" I mimed the phone again near my ear.

"You no phone, car bang?" she asked in broken English.

Relief rushed through me like a wild fire. "Yes! Yes! Could I borrow yours please?"

"You want phone?" her broken English had me nodding with a smile.

"Please!"

"You stay, I get phone," she said as she closed the door.

Quickly turning around, I saw Ethan looking ready to pounce at the first sight of danger, so I sent him a grin and thumbs up, turning back to the opening door with a jump.

The old Lady held out a brick mobile, and I quickly used it to phone home. No one answered... until the last ring.

"Hello? Who is this? Do you know what time it is?"

"Dad?"

A pause. "Morgan!? Morgan is that you? Where are you!? Jane! Jane, wake up, it's Morgan! My god girl, don't you know who worried we were. Where are you? I'll come get you right now."

"Dad, don't be mad, but I'm in France – and no, before you ask, I don't know how I got here, but please, please help!"

"France? How'd you get there?" he sounded so confused it made me chuckle hysterically.

"I don't know, but I'll explain everything when I get home! Please, could you book us some flights from Dinard airport?"

"Us? What do you mean us?"

"Dad, please, I'll explain when I get home, please, book two seats at Dinard airport! Please, I love you! I've got to go, I'm on this lady's phone. God, it's good you hear your voice!"

"I feel the same, Morgan, I'll book the flights now, I love you! Come home safe!"

"I will, love you dad!" the phone cut off and I realised that I had probably just spent all this old Lady's credit.

Looking at her, I felt tears of joy rise. "Thank you, thank you so much! I'll send some money to you when I get home."

The old Lady nodded as she took her phone back, I don't think she really understood what I said, but the moment her face disappeared behind the closed door, I turned and ran to Ethan whose arms opened to wrap me close in a protective bubble.

"My family will get us tickets to fly," I cried in joy.

"Good," he said, hugging me closer. "Good."