Chapter 19 Carter
“What do you mean she’s gone?” I hiss into the phone as I push to my feet, sending the girl who’d been dancing on my lap tumbling to the ground.
She’s got red hair, but she’s too thin, too forward.
She’s not my Kit Kat.
I sneer down at her, and she has the sense to leave the room, crawling away in a hurry. It almost makes me smile seeing the way she cowers, but not quite.
Not when the private investigator I hired to watch Kat and dig up dirt on those fucking Lawson assholes just told me she’s missing!
“They boarded a private jet this morning, sir.”
A private jet—disgusting.
They're so desperate to keep her, they're throwing everything at her. It doesn’t matter, though. I know Kat will come back to me; she always does.
We belong together; we’ve been together since high school, for fuck's sake.
She wouldn’t just throw that away, not over something so small. I might have slept with that girl, but it never meant anything. I just needed something different. Just like you can’t eat the same meal every day, I had to change it up.
But I always went back to Kat.
She knows we belong together; that’s why she was so quick to agree to go with me. But those assholes are keeping us apart. They seem to think that she’s theirs, but they can’t have her.
“Where the fuck did she go? People don’t just disappear! What am I paying you for?”
“I’m not sure yet, sir. It appears they're still in the air. I’ll have to wait until they land to try to see if I can get the flight log.”
“TRY?” I’m screaming now. I don’t give a fuck who hears me. What are they going to do, kick me out? I’m their best-paying customer; I'd love to see them try.
“I can get it. I just don’t know how fast. Something tells me these men aren’t the types to allow the public access to their real-time location.” He’s right, I’m sure, but that doesn’t mean I like it.
No, I fucking hate it.
I pace the length of the room as I try and fail to think of something that can be done.
“Get the information if you can. If not, we’ll simply wait until they return. I want you to continue looking into them. Everyone has skeletons in their closets, and with how wealthy they are, I’m sure they have more than a few. We just need to find them.”
“Of course, sir.”
I hang up without another word; I have nothing else to say to the waste of space. Until he has something useful for me, I’d rather forget his very existence.
I stop abruptly as my phone glows in the otherwise dim room, my wallpaper staring back at me.
It’s mocking me.
Katherine’s beautiful, smiling face stares up at me.
We were at the beach that day. She was in a sundress that showed too much skin, and she’d insisted we take a picture together.
I hadn’t been thrilled with the idea, as it’s clear from the look on my face.
If I remember correctly, there were more than a few women who caught my eye, all of whom wore a two-piece and had curves, not rolls.
If only Kat had taken better care of herself, maybe I wouldn’t have cheated to begin with.
But we can worry about that later. For now, I just need to get her back with me where she belongs.
Kat and I are meant to be; everyone knows that. Those woman-stealing pieces of shit can’t possibly hope to make her as happy as I have for years. No, before long, they’ll tire of her, and she’ll come back to me.
And I’ll make sure she never leaves again.