Page 42 of Savage SEAL's Virgin
If it hadn’t been for my fuck up, she’d never have been nearly killed and she might not think that way. She was going to move in with me. She’d said so that very night. I just needed to give her the beastly man I could be for a week, then we’d put that whole thing behind us and be a couple.
But I’d fucked up. In the last inning, I’d lost the ball. And I’d lost her.
That spirit of adventure she’d found was gone. Poof!
Back to the quiet life, with no emotions or people who could love or hurt her. That’s where she felt the safest. And that was no one’s fault but my own.
That’s why I didn’t want to let her move into an apartment near campus. I’d lose her forever. I knew it with every fiber of my being. She would go back to the place she felt safe. It was no longer in my arms, the way it had been before I’d sent her down that hallway at the BDSM club that took her away from me entirely.
Going back into the house, I went up to our bedroom to find her and talk to her rationally. “Blyss, look, baby, I’m sorry.” I shut up as I looked around and didn’t see her in the room. She wasn’t anywhere in the suite.
I went to find mom and dad, but neither of them had seen her either. Going from room to room, we all looked for her. She had to have just been sitting alone in one of them, wanting to get away for a and have that safety of being alone.
But door after door, she was nowhere to be found, and we were at a loss. Finally, I took my cell out and called hers. It rang and rang, but she sent it to voicemail. She did that over and over, even when I called her from my parents’ cells and the house phone. She was dodging me. But where the hell could she be? I ran back up to our room and went to the closet. Her things were gone.Every bit of it was gone!
Running downstairs, I grabbed my mother. “She’s gone, Mom! How the hell is she gone? The garage!”
We all three ran to the garage to see if she’d taken any of the cars. They were all there. She couldn’t have left. Could she?
“What about a taxi, Troy?” Mom asked. “I guess she could’ve called one from town. Would she go to Stanford?”
I nodded. “That’s the only place she’d go. What the hell should I do, Mom?”
“I’d say go after her.” She guided me to sit down as I started to sway from the feeling of uneasiness and dread.
Dad moved to the other side of me, holding me up. “Son, you should give her a little time. Did you two have a disagreement of some kind?”
As my ass hit the sofa, my head dropped into my hands. “Yes, we did. She wanted to go find an apartment near campus, and I argued with her about it. I didn’t tell her that I wouldn’t take her, but I didn’t tell her I would. I wanted her to stay here, with me. I wanted her to take classes online and I’d take a leave of absence, and we’d just stay right here.”
“Well, she wanted to go, son. You can’t keep someone in a place they don’t want to be.” Dad patted my shoulder. “No wonder she left.”
Mom sighed as she took a seat next to me. “You should’ve told us about that, honey. We would’ve told you that keeping a person from doing what they want doesn’t work out. You have to let them spread their wings. I want you guys here, too. But I don’t mean for you never to go do what you want or feel you need to.”
I nodded, only partially understanding them. They had no idea what Blyss was about. Not really. She wanted her old life back, and she would never come back to me. “I’m going to go upstairs for a while. If she calls either of you back, please tell her that I love her. I love her more than she can understand. But I’ll leave her alone if I made her feel safer alone than with me.”
“I’m sure that’s not the case,” my father said as I headed out of the room.
I didn’t bother talking to him about it. He had no idea about her. He had no idea how her mind worked. I did. I knew it all too well.
When I got to my room, I laid on the bed, taking her pillow. I breathed in what reminded me of her. “Blyss, damn you. You’re taking my fucking heart with you. You don’t even realize that, do you?”
My cell rang and I hurried to answer it, not looking to see who it was. “I’m looking for Troy Masterson. Have I found him?”
“Yes, and this is?”
“My name is Juan Sandoval. I’m Maria Sandoval’s father. Do you remember my daughter’s name?”
I’d messed around with her a few years back. She was in the Navy too, and we had been in the same place at the same time for about a week. That’s about all I could recall about her. I figured something might have happened to her if her father was calling me. “Yes, sir. I remember your daughter.”
“Well, that’s good to hear. You see, she was killed in action last year. She left a daughter. Tatum turned five last month. She only wanted one thing for her birthday, Mr. Masterson.”
“I’m so sorry to hear about Maria.” I closed my eyes as I recalled her long, dark hair and chocolate eyes. She was a real beauty. “And what was it her daughter wanted?”
“First, I’d like to ask you this.”
“Yes, sir. Anything.”
“Did you love my daughter?”
