Chapter 48
M arcus
All in all, barring any major disasters over the next couple of trading days, we may end up having a decent November. Not a great one, but good enough that we won’t have to explain a down month to our investors. Or to the Alpha Zone attendees—those assholes would’ve been merciless.
It should feel good, snatching this victory from the jaws of defeat, but all I can think about is that I haven’t seen Emma since Sunday. And tomorrow evening, she’s leaving for Florida, which means I won’t see her for the rest of the week.
For the umpteenth time, I reach for my phone, only to pull back with a herculean effort of will. The craving is still there, stronger than ever, and I know if I give in to it now, there will be no going back.
This obsession will grow until it consumes me.
Not that I’m planning to stay away from Emma much longer.
For one thing, I’m not sure I’d be able to, but I also don’t want to.
As dangerous as my addiction to her is, it’s the most exhilarating thing I’ve felt in years.
I’ve never had this kind of sexual chemistry with a woman, have never wanted—or enjoyed—one so intensely.
I want to wake up to her flame-bright curls on my pillow and see her dimpled smile when I come home from work, to bury my cock in her sweet, lush body every night and as many times throughout the day as she’ll let me.
I want her, and I’m going to have her—but first, I have to know that I’m stronger than my addiction.
I have to make it through this week without her, to prove to myself that I’m in control.