Page 51 of Wild Thing
I always think about what my life would be like if I’d chased you.
You wouldn’t be where you are today.
Maybe. But at least I’d be happy.
I scooped up bubbles with my free hand and blew them dramatically into the air.
I stared at my phone and wondered what I should write back.
Why fuck didn't you chase me then?
Nah. That didn't seem appropriate.
I wanted him to keep talking though. I didn't want the conversation to end. I needed more.
More flirting, more validation, more attention. More everything. I'd been starved of these feelings for so long that I was keen to do anything to keep it going.
Plus, I was drunk off my tits.
If you knew you were going to die tomorrow, what would you do right now?
A long moment passed before the three dots appeared.
I’d be on the fourteenth floor of this hotel.
The flirting was getting dangerously out of control.
And do what?
He replied instantly.
You.
'Til death.
My heart thundered.
He shouldn’t be saying this type of soul-wrenching shit to me. But at the same time, I didn’t want him to stop. We were both as bad as each other.
He loved knowing that he had me in a chokehold; while I got off on knowing that my throat was in his hands.
The right thing to do was to put a stop to the delicious temptation. But I would be lying if I said I hadn’t felt this alive in forever.
He was under my skin, gnawing at my bones.
He was a drug and I was a helpless addict.
And I was about to do anything for a proper fix.
Thirteen
DYLAN
Tuesday
“Yes, I’ll have those floor plans resent to you, no problems Marie,” I was cradling the phone between the crook of my neck and shoulder, as I searched my handbag for my roomkey. “I’m back at the hotel now, give me five minutes.”
It was mid-afternoon and I’d been in conference all morning. I hadn't heard from Brax since the text exchange, but if he was anything like me, he’d be nursing a hangover of some sort too.
