Rocking His Fake World (Love You Forever #3) - Alexis Winter Page 0,66
it for a moment. Would I take back all those days I spent with her? Would I take back all those nights I spent inside her—even if it could take away a little bit of this pain? “No. I think she was worth the broken heart,” I confess.
“Well, I hope that fact makes you feel a little better at least. Not many people get what you had.”
“Yeah, but a lot more people have what I never will,” I think out loud.
“You can’t think that way, Dan. If it’s meant to be, it will find a way. You just have to trust.”
“Yeah, yeah. I’m tired of talking fate and emotions. What’s new with you?”
“Nothing. The office is open and I’ve sealed the deal with some new clients, so that’s good. How are things back at the Chicago office?”
“Good. Busy as ever. Some of your clients have crossed over to me. Some others have decided to keep you and work with you remotely and will be in touch soon. Others I haven’t seen yet, so I don’t know what they’ll decide. Hopefully, they’ll stay, but what can ya do?”
“Well, if you find yourself with some free time, I could use some help down here setting up the office and training the new employees.”
“Sure, I’ll check my schedule in the morning and see what I have and who I can move around.”
“Sounds good, buddy. See you later.”
“See ya,” I say, hitting the button on the steering wheel to end the call.
I plan on going back to my place to crash but end up finding myself unlocking Luna’s door and walking into her apartment. She gave me a key to keep the place up while she’s gone, just in case something needs to be addressed, but the trash has been taken out and the fridge has been emptied. There’s nothing left here but her stuff. But her stuff is better than not having any piece of her, so I lock the door behind me and go to her bed to sleep.
Her scent surrounds me and helps me fall asleep, but it’s not deep or dreamless. In fact, all I do is dream of her, wake up, then fall back asleep only to dream of her some more. When my phone alarm goes off in the morning, I feel like I haven’t slept at all, but I have work to do and a life to live, no matter where she is in the world. I get up, make her bed, and leave, locking the door behind me.
I go by my place, shower, dress, and pack a gym bag for later. As always, I plan to distract myself by working out. It’s really the best method. Any irritation I feel at the gods for separating us can be worked out on a weight machine. Any sadness I feel about her leaving can be forgotten through the pain of pushing myself to work harder or run faster.
At work, the day feels like it’s progressing in slow motion. I check my schedule and move my appointments around in order to meet with my clients in the next few weeks so I can spend all of this week in the country, helping Cal. My assistant will still be here, holding down the fort and making future appointments. I work myself to death at the gym and go home.
Monday morning rolls around and it feels like I’ve now gone two nights without any sleep, but I have a life to force my way through and a trip to make to help a buddy. I pack up the car and swing by a gas station, where I fill up the tank and grab an energy drink to get me through. You’d think that after enough nights of little to no sleep, I would crash eventually. But I need to crash tonight rather than when I’m driving, so the caffeine does its thing.
I make it to the country by late afternoon, and instead of going by Calvin’s, I just set myself up in the hotel to recharge before starting work. I order room service for dinner, then hit the gym and relax in the same hot tub I shared with Luna when we were here. As I soak and let the hot water calm me, I find myself reliving that night. I think about how we were in this hot tub together then went up to our room and made love the rest of the night, and it feels like my heart