Tapping out (A Fighting Love novel Book 1) by Nikki Ash

Author:Nikki Ash [Ash, Nikki]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-01-26T16:00:00+00:00

Twenty-Five

Bella

I stir awake and for a second forgetting Micaela isn’t here, I freak out when I can’t remember the last time I checked on her. My breasts are sore and need to be relieved. Then I feel a different kind of soreness between my legs and the memories of last night come flooding back to me. After Marco made love to me, he asked if I wanted to shower but I was too exhausted. Between the two orgasms he gave me and the last six weeks of not getting a full night of sleep, all I wanted to do was cuddle up to Marco and pass out, and that’s exactly what we did.

As soon as his arm came out and he pulled me into him, my head hit his chest and I was out. Marco’s body might be hard but it is my new favorite pillow. Speaking of which… I look next to me and see the bed is empty. I listen for a second and when I don’t hear anything, an uneasy feeling washes over me. There’s no way after the night we shared, he would leave me.

I look over at the end table and see his cell phone is gone. Scooping up the shirt he took off last night from the ground, I throw it on. My mind is racing and I can feel my body beginning to shake nervously. I tell myself to calm down, he is probably just in the bathroom or kitchen but I can’t stop myself from getting worked up. I grab my phone from the nightstand and see it’s only five in the morning.

I start to search the house, the bedrooms, the bathrooms, but there’s no Marco. When I get to the kitchen, I check the coffee maker to see if he made himself any coffee, since it’s the first thing he does every morning, and see the pot is still cold. I step out into the garage and switch the light on. My stomach plummets, the blood in my body draining downward. I clutch my chest suddenly struggling to catch my breath.

Marco’s car is gone.

Gone.

He left me. Again.

I turn the light back off and close the door then I pull up his name in my contacts and hit send. It doesn’t even ring before it goes to voicemail. I hit end and then try again. Voicemail again. I do this several more times. Each time it goes directly to his voicemail.

I pull up our messages and send him a text. Waiting for it to go through, I hold my breath. I am not this girl. I am not this insecure girl freaking out over a guy leaving.

But I am this girl. Marco repeatedly leaving has turned me into this girl. And I hate this girl.

The text message turns green, which tells me his phone is off. Running back to the room, I look for a note. I search behind the bed, under the bed, on the counter in the bathroom. Nothing. He’s just fucking gone.

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