Remember Me?

Chapter Twelve

Blake Goldstein was a sight for sore eyes today. His stubble lay heavy, coating his cheeks as he hadn’t shaved in days. His eyes were bloodshot and his lids heavy, the green colour faded and his black hair unruly and unkempt.

He downed glass after glass of scotch, barely pausing in between. Amelia frowned, concerned.

He had been snappy all month, but today, today he looked and acted absolutely awful.

He adjourned the meeting, dismissed the staff and poured himself another glass.

Life had been a living hell for him over the past month. It was pure torture seeing her converse with other men, hell, it was torture seeing her altogether!

The way her blue eyes sparkled like gems in the light, the way she flicked her honey-blonde locks over her shoulder, the way she bit her pink, plump rosy bottom lip when she was nervous, tempted him to gather her in his arms and make love to her where she stood but he refrained.

Instead, he watched her from afar, observing her like he used to.

Day by day the neckline of her dresses seemed to drop, if only by a few centimetres and cold showers were doing absolutely nothing for his raging libido.

He needed her. Now. Back in his arms where she belonged.

“Blake?” she questioned

He glanced up at the beautiful Aphrodite that stood before him and her beauty was so overwhelming that it almost gave him a headache.

“Yes?” he spoke gruffly, blunt even

“Blake, you look like hell.”

He chuckled, “Thanks.”

“Blake, you need to shave. When did you last eat something?”

Hell, he couldn’t remember!

“This morning.” He mumbled, hoping she wouldn’t see through his lie.

“Blake Christopher Goldstein, don’t you dare lie to me! What was the last meal you ate?!”

He let out a sigh, she only ever used his full name when he was in deep trouble.

“4 days ago.”

“What?”

“Spaghetti Carbonara. 4 days ago.”

What was the point in lying? She could read him like a book anyway.

She gasped, “I’m buying you lunch.”

“Amelia, look,” he sighed, exasperated, “It’s fine, I’ll eat when I get ho---“

“No questions! I’m buying you lunch and that’s final.”

He downed another scotch and Amelia snatched the glass from his hands, “That’s enough!”

“It helps to take the pain away.”

“The pain of what?” she frowned.

“The pain of losing you.” His eyes flickered up to hers

Her eyes widened slightly, “Blake I---“

“I mean what’s the point Mia? What’s the point in living when I can’t have you in my arms? What’s the point in trying when without you, I have nothing to even get up in the morning for, nothing to think about, except how you’ve left me! What’s the bloody point, Amelia?!”

Amelia let out her breath in stages, “Blake listen to me. I think you’re drunk.”

“No I’m damn well not!” he exploded, “I’m just damn depressed!”