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

THIRTY-FOUR

It hadn't changed one bit. I can't tell you how many hours we had travelled to get here, but as I looked at my childhood home, I found it strange that after everything Ethan and I had gone through, only we had changed, my childhood home still remained on the corner of the street, painted pale with white net curtains and a small green garden out front with a plot of flowers set along the border. I knew that my parents were home because their old car was parked on the driveway and the main light for the living room was one.

Ethan said nothing as I stared at my childhood home, too afraid that I was dreaming to go inside only to wake up and realise that I was still in that jungle, sleeping in the cave on a pile of leaves.

"Excuse me," the voice made me jump, which caused Ethan to come closer. "I need to get going."

"Of course," I said. "I'll get the money."

Taking that step forward, terror filled me, terror that this was only a dream. But that terror threw me forward and up to the front door where I then paused before knocking. Don't be a dream, don't be a dream, please don't be a dream... The door was thrown open and a woman stood before me with hair and eyes that matched the colour of my own. She only just caught me as I threw myself at her, inhaling her scent that I would forever remember as the scent of safety and unconditional love.

"Oh, Morgan!" my mum's arms wrapped around me and it was the best feeling I had ever felt.

"Morgan!" my dad's voice mad my head shoot over to him and I pulled away from mum a little to include my father in the hug.

I hadn't realised that I was crying, no, that was too light, sobbing, I hadn't realised that I was sobbing my heart onto their shoulders until I tried to talk, tried to tell them everything that had happened, that I loved them so much, that I was so glad I was seeing them again. But they seemed to understand as they just held me close, I could feel and hear my own mother crying, and while my dad didn't cry, I saw the relief, felt the relief as his arms shook as they held mum and I tight like it would stop either of us from disappearing.

"Morgan," came Ethan's voice, it was low and apologetic, but it made the three of us pull apart to look at him, when he had our attention, he looked at the man next to him and we followed suit.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry, I'll get your money!" I had completely forgotten about the taxi driver.

As I abandoned everyone in the hallway to quickly find the spare money that I knew my parents hid away in the high cabinet of the kitchen, I promised to pay them back as I took what I thought would be enough and rushed back in time to hear my dad glare at Ethan, demanding who he was.

Handing the money to the taxi driver, Ethan said nothing as I closed the door behind me, sealing Ethan and I in my parents home. "Mum, dad, this is Ethan Hunter, he saved me."