Page 69 of My Super Sexy Spy
I walked. He pointed me to car that was parked in a side alley.
“Passenger seat,” he told me, which I thought was odd. How was he going to hold a gun on me if he was driving? But Dmitri was an idiot, so I didn’t question it.
He was an idiot, but he was an idiot who obviously had a plan. The second I sat in the car his other hand brought out a Taser. I felt the shock on my neck, then everything went blank.
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Beth
It didn’t occur to me that he was taking a particularly long time to get coffee at first. I laid in bed for a while, dozing in and out, happy to be lazy. Then I finally got my body out of bed and headed for the shower. I ached a little everywhere, but it was a good kind of ache.
I hummed with how completely satiated I was and took my time enjoying the hot, steamy water pounding against my muscles. I finally finished up, got dressed and dried my hair.
Still no coffee.
That’s when it hit me. That sense of unease.
I played back everything he’d said last night, everything we did. I thought of how chipper he sounded this morning.
He went for coffee. He said he was going for coffee.
Coffee didn’t take hours.
Carefully, I sat on the couch in my living room and waited. When I thought to check my phone to see if he’d messaged me, I realized it was missing.
He went for coffee and he took my phone. Why? Maybe to message me? I checked my laptop but there were no notifications.
Yesterday, he’d said he’d made a mistake pushing me away. That he’d been afraid. Yesterday, he’d said he wasn’t going anywhere.
But that was yesterday, and it wasn’t like he hadn’t lied to me before.
I went looking for him at the Starbucks, but he wasn’t there. I walked around the neighborhood but didn’t see a trace of him. I checked the hotel across the street where I knew he was staying, but he wasn’t there, either.
For days he’d been my shadow, and now he was gone. No goodbye. No,sorry babe, the sex is good, but this just isn’t going to work.Nothing. Just in my bed one minute, then a ghost the next.
When the sun went down, I finally went home. Opening the door to my empty condo with no new knickknacks that he’d been leaving for days, I felt the tears well up, but I swallowed them hard.
He’d broken my heart, not once, not twice, but three times if I counted my friendship with Leigh. I had no more tears left to give him. He was gone and I was going to do everything in my power to forget him.
Except how was I supposed to do that with his vanishing act? None of this made sense. Not his hard press to win me back, not his silly gifts, not his all-night sex marathon only to ghost me the next day.
And maybe the worst of all, he didn’t even get me my coffee and he stole my phone…
Wait. My phone!
If he hadn’t tossed it away, I would at least be able to tell where he was. I had an app that would locate my phone. Then I planned to get a cab to wherever that was and make the driver run him down.
Asshole. Sexing and ghosting asshole.
On my computer I opened the Find My Phone app and waited for the GPS to locate it. The indicator came up and gave me a location. I did a Google match on it, then paused.
That didn’t make any sense. My phone was in the Packing District? Down near the sports complexes on the South side of Philadelphia? Had he gone to a Phillies game and dropped my phone somewhere along the way?
Major asshole!
But when I checked to see if the Phillies were playing, it showed them having the night off. So that whole area would be empty. Vacant.
Was he hiding from someone?
