Page 22 of A Dom Vs. Domme Story
Chapter 9
KATHRYN
I’m practically passed out in the waiting room, alone.
Junri has left to find us some food and drinks. I couldn’t bring myself to go with her, in case a nurse comes out saying, “Sorry, our mistake. You can see the most important person in your universe. By the way, I’m an idiot and you should punch me for lying to you earlier.”
Oh, and the dumbest thing? I finally got a call fromthishospital stating that Ian wanted me to know that he’s here and not to worry. First of all, what do you mean I’m not supposed to worry? Second, does this mean he’s conscious? If he’s conscious, then he can see me!
I want… no, I need… to be in there. I don’t care if he’s awake or not. I want to be by his bedside, kissing his face and holding his hand until he’s all better. That’s my job, isn’t it? To cover him in affection during his worst times? Food poisoning! How the fuck did he get food poisoning at one of the classiest joints in Tokyo? What kind of seedy place did the Isoyas take him to, anyway?
No, no, I shouldn’t put this on their shoulders. Kunihiro fucked up, and I’m sure someone will make sure he’s punished for it, but I can’t blame the family. This was a freak thing. I don’t expect apologies from them, especially since Junri has been so helpful, taking the time away from her personal life to make sure I’m okay and that we found Ian. God, I’m such a loser who doesn’t deserve this much help. I wish I knew Japanese. I wish everyone here knew English. At least let them understand my ranting and raving that comes from a crazy amount of privilege I’ve been carrying my whole life!
I put my phone down after listening to the message. I finally have a response from Eva.
“Hey girl, sorry, I was at a party and am only now home. Are you okay?”
No. No, I am not okay. I’m so not okay that I immediately hit the call button and hope she’s not in the middle of a date with her girlfriend, because I am not above interrupting a lesbian fuckfest right now.
“What’s happened?” Eva sounds tired as hell when she answers her phone. “Also, you do realize that it’s like five in the morning here, right?”
I attempt to bring her up to speed regarding my search for the love of my life. I sayattemptbecause I keep crying. God. I’m such a mess right now! Pull it together, Kathryn, what good is this going to do you?
But I want to cry. Ineedto cry. I’ve been worried sick all day, and now that I finally have someone I trust on the phone, I have to let the tears come out. So much stress and anger burning inside my tired body. For about five minutes today I seriously worried that I wouldn’t see my boyfriend again. The thought that two nights ago would be our last night together makes me want to explode in more tears.
“Holy shit, I’m so sorry to hear that.” Eva lets me cry it out some more before continuing. “Yeah, Japan doesn’t fuck around with that shit. You can’t buy your way in like you can here.”
“Why the hell not!”
“Well, for one, they don’t even know who you are there.”
“They don’t know who I am in California, either, but it never stopped me before.”
“Kathryn.” Now I know Eva is not giving me the Mom tone. Not only is she younger than me, butI’mthe logical one! Most of the time. Half? “It’s going to be fine. He had an allergic reaction but will get better soon. They’ll let you see him before you know it. Go back to your hotel room and try to relax. Leave him a message if you have to so he knows you stopped by. Hell, girl, go out and get some donuts, but don’t hang out at that hospital when he’s not even dying. You’re only going to make it worse.”
“You don’t get it. What if it was Nadia?”
“First of all, I’m used to being fucked in that department because everyone hates the gays visiting each other. I’d have to paydoublethan what you usually doto make that magic happen.”
Usually I’d apologize for not thinking that through, but tonight I’m such a mess that I don’t care if I offend her or not. You know, the woman who totally gets me and knows where I’m coming from in this matter. “Then you pay it! At least it’s an option!”
“Seriously, Kathryn, you’re not doing yourself any favors hanging out in a place where nobody understands you. Go back to your room, get some sleep, and go back tomorrow. That’s all you really can do right now.”
She can suck my non-existent dick. You can’t tell me for five minutes that Eva Warren wouldn’t tear this place inside out if her girlfriend were stuck in a hospital bed with no one to watch over her. Eva is as protective as I am – maybe more so! It’s that domineering side of our personalities. Besides, wouldn’t Ian do the same thing for me? Hell, he’d find a way tobuythis hospital and bypass every national law in order to get to my bedside. If I were him right now, I’d want me. As soon as possible.
What kind of girlfriend am I if I go home when he needs me? At least I can say I’m as close to him as I can get. Who knows, maybe he can sign some kind of privacy waver so I can see him. Our lawyers would kick our asses for the second time this year, but it would be…
Wait.
I hang up on Eva after she grumbles about wanting to go to bed. My thumb smashes every button it can find as I dive deep into the documents of my phone.
It’s almost heartbreaking that half of these photos are either selfies with Ian or pictures I took of him when he wasn’t looking. For a while, my wallpaper was a shot of him looking out the window of a panoramic-view restaurant as we ate lunch and talked about absolutely nothing that mattered. That’s one of the last pictures I see before I find the one I want.
Regret is going to get me sooner rather than later. Right now, however, I can’t bother to feel an ounce of regret in my body. This is too important. My brain is on fire. My heart is alit with worry. I’ve spent this whole God forsaken day convinced that I was never going to see Ian again. That he had left me. That he was robbed and left for dead. Things I knew couldn’t possibly be true, but those goblins have a habit of eating away all reason in your mind, you know? Fuck that. I’m Kathryn Margaret Alison. If I can’t use my money and my social training to get what Iwant,then what good is everything I’ve ever worked for?
These people are going to let me see Ian. Right now. Even if I have to lie to their faces.
The thing that scares me the most isn’t that I’m lying and breaking the local laws. It’s that I’m not even lying to myself.
