Chapter 6 She Is Gone
ADAMS
I was happy.
I honestly couldn’t remember the last time I felt so excited about anything.
I was late to work for the first time in ages, my cock was semi hard from reminiscing about Agnes but I was happy.
It was past one in the afternoon when I arrived at work. I walked briskly, hoping not to see any of my nosey colleagues and start explaining myself. I rushed to the elevator, pressing the button to my floor quickly. Just then, one of my colleagues, the nosiest of them all, Mike showed up at the end of the hall.
“Adams, hold the door open,” he yelled, rushing to me, while I kept pressing the button so that the door would close before he got to me.
But the stupid elevator door had other plans, Mike reached me at the last moment and stepped inside with a bright smile.
“Damn bro, that was close,” Mike laughed and I nodded at him, forcing a smile.
He turned to me, looking down at my suitcase. “Are you just coming to work? You have never been this late before.”
“Yeah well I slept in today,” I replied, avoiding his eyes and hoping he would just shut up.
Mike gave me a suspicious look. “You slept in? You of all people? You don’t even sleep off at work.”
Why was he so damn nosey? I grimaced, waiting impatiently for the elevator to land on my floor.
“Wait a minute, look at that glow,” Mike exclaimed, staring hard at me. “You definitely got some last night.”
How in the hell did he figure that out?
Just then, the elevator doors opened and I stepped out to my floor, but Mike followed after me, placing an arm on my shoulder.
“Check out Adams, boys,” Mike announced loudly, and all my colleagues turned over to us. “That is the face of someone who got some last night.”
I closed my eyes sighing in resignation as I got to my office cubicle.
Mike, refusing to take a hint, leaned against my table. “So tell me Adams, who is the girl? Cause you are glowing like a goddamn teenager.”
The guys around my table laughed.
“There is no she Mikey,” I lied, hoping to dissuade him.
Mike’s brows furrowed. “So you hit things off with a guy?” he asked and the laughter around us increased.
I was definitely frustrated now.
“No, I didn’t hit anything off with anyone,” I lied, standing up to face Mike. “So can you excuse me, I have a lot of work to catch up on.”
“Wow, someone is defensive,” Mike replied, raising his hands up in surrender as he stepped away from my table. “That girl must have done a number on you.”
I rolled my eyes as he walked away, muttering something about him being an idiot. Even as annoying as that was, I couldn’t stop the smile forming on my lips.
Because truth be told, Mikey wasn’t wrong.
I had gotten lucky last night.
Not just lucky—blessed. Last night hadn’t just been an ordinary hook up to me, Agnes was different. She was like my darkest sexual fantasy coming to life.
The way she had moaned out my name, how she had held on to me begging me to fuck her.
Her moans were like music to my ears, her laughter was like magic—-I hadn’t felt this alive in years.
But as happy as I was, I couldn’t stop the guilt that was gnawing in my chest like a parasite. Agnes was twenty one, she was barely a woman and I was nearly twice her age.
To make things worse, she had come to me for safety and protection and I had slept with her and now, I hated myself for enjoying it so much, for counting the hours until I could see her again, for craving her even more.
But then again…she wanted it too. She wasn’t a child. She wasn’t naive, not in that way.
Agnes had sent me those pictures, she had looked me in the eyes and begged me to fuck her and besides, I had tried to fight off my attraction for her for as long as I could but we had crossed that line now and there was no going back.
The only way now was forward and whatever this was, we could take it step by step.
I forced myself to turn my attention back to my work, focusing on replying to emails and building spreadsheets until the day came to a close.
I didn’t even wait an extra minute before grabbing my briefcase. I couldn’t wait to see Agnes again.
Just as I was about to reach the elevator, Mike appeared from nowhere and stood in my path.
“Where are you rushing off to?” he asked me with a knowing glint in his eyes.
“Home,” I replied sourly.
“Did you forget that we are having drinks after work?” he asked, gesturing towards the rest of my colleagues who were clearly waiting for me.
Shit. I cussed inwardly. I forgot about that.
“I am sorry but I will have to miss it,” I replied, deciding that seeing Agnes was more of a priority.
Mike scoffed and backed out of the way without any hesitation. “I guess this girl must be very special.”
“She is,” I finally admitted as I stepped into the elevator.
The drive home felt too long, I sat in traffic gripping my steering wheel impatiently. I couldn’t wait to get home, to her.
Finally, I pulled into the driveway, and stepped out my heart racing with anticpation.
I pushed the door open and called out, “Agnes?”
But I was met with silence.
My chest tightened like I already knew something was wrong. I closed the door behind me and dropped my keys on the table as I stepped in.
The living room was dark, the air still smelled of the breakfast we had had this morning. Everywhere felt empty, too empty.
“Agnes?!” I called out again, louder this time.
Still I heard nothing.
I rushed to her room, only to find her bed neatly made and empty. I checked her bathroom, feeling dread pool in my stomach.
But it was also empty.
Agnes was gone, I realised, feeling my gut twist in panic.
And then I saw it—on her dresser. It was a folded note.
I picked it up and her handwriting stared back at me.
I went back to where you found me before. Don’t come looking.
For a moment, I stood there, reminscing her smiles this morning, how she had reached for my face in bed, how she had told me she would miss me.
This note didn’t make sense.
Something must have happened and if she truly wanted to leave me, then she was going to have to tell me to my face.
“Dammit, Agnes,” I muttered, my fist closing around the paper until it crumpled into a hard ball.
What the hell was she thinking? Did she really believe I was just going to sit here and let her run back into whatever hell had broken her the first time?
Not a chance.
I stormed out, the front door slamming behind me. My car engine roared to life, and I gripped the steering wheel like it was the only thing holding me together. The crumpled note sat in my palm, burning like a brand.
She told me not to come looking. But she should know me better by now.
I was coming for her. No matter what.