Chapter 15
Chapter Fifteen
LEWIS A.K.A. THE ARSEHOLE
W here is my tiny dancer?
Since I’ve been back in New York City, I’ve discovered that not only did she leave her dance company but she also no longer lives in her apartment.
That’s unacceptable.
That apartment is in the most secure building in the city, and I should know. I bought the fucking building as soon as I met her. I need her to be safe, especially when I’m out of the country for months at a time. What was she thinking, moving without giving me the courtesy of finding a new home for her?
Scratch that. She should be living in my home.
In our home.
Our bed.
I’ve never had a problem finding her before. An easy Google search usually tells me when her next performance will be, and even what her rehearsal schedule is.
My beautiful girl is a public figure, someone who others admire.
And she’s all mine.
It didn’t bother me when she said she needed to take a step back from us. I know that her career is important to her, and with my own schedule so busy with travel, it made sense to take a break. Of course, I had to go see her before I left the country.
My tiny dancer is gorgeous when she sleeps.
But now, when I google her, I find nothing recent. There’s no mention of her in recent or upcoming performances.
“Where did you go, my love?”
I don’t prefer to ask for help, but it seems this time, I don’t have a choice. I’ll call her former dance partner, Mikhail.
I never liked him. The way he looked at my girl sets my teeth on edge, but he’s her friend, after all, and I have to be tolerant of certain things.
Of course, once she’s truly mine, he’ll be out of the picture.
The phone doesn’t ring or go to voicemail.
He blocked me?
Anger tickles the back of my throat as I swallow hard and decide to make another phone call. One that I only use in emergencies.
After just two rings, the call is answered.
“I have a job for you.”