Chased by the billionaire

Finding her

Archer

It’s been six months since the morning I woke up alone in a hotel room, no letter or number and no shirt. I finally know how the girls feel when I leave them before they can wake up, but at least I order them breakfast and a note to thank them for the night, Gwen left me with far less than that. Sure her clothes were torn, so I can understand why she thought to take my shirt and a part of me is comforted with the idea that she is probably sleeping in my shirt or looking at it every now and again and thinking of me. The image of her in my shirt with no panties on still haunts me, I really wish that I could’ve woken up with that instead of having to imagine it. I know for a fact that she didn’t have any panties on as her sexy red lingerie was in the pocket of my pants.

I haven’t been able to get her out of my head and that is why I am here again, at the same bar where I had met her six months ago. I have tried to hook up with other women, but none of them do it for me. None of them have her sexy long legs, or her soul deep blue eyes, her soft red lips or that amazing brown hair of her that I have found hangs to her waist when all those pins were taken out and whenever the light catches her hair, it shows the natural blonde highlights of hers. I shake my head needing to get out of the funk that I am in. I am sick of having to jack off like a fifteen year old to images of the hottest girl in school. But damn, that ass of hers is enough to make any man go down on one knee and beg her for marriage.

I really need to move on from her and move on with my life, I can’t keep moping around. Besides, what are the chances that I will ever see her again? I came in here nearly every day for the first two weeks, having to listen to my friends tease me about my obsession, but clearly they didn’t see her or they would’ve understood. Even my mother teased me, but for other reasons. As it turns out, there was paparazzi waiting outside the hotel for me and pictures of me walking out of a hotel shirtless had spread quickly in the newspapers and on social media. My mother got wind of it and teased, about getting a taste of my own medicine. She asked for the girl's name and I lied and said I was too drunk to remember where in all honesty, I just knew my mother. She would’ve probably looked Gwen up and gone looking for the woman that was able to one up me.

“Man we came here to get you out of your funk, not to put you deeper into it. Look around, there are plenty of beautiful and willing women here, you can take your pick, I’m sure there is someone here that will be able to take your mind off little miss disappearance.” Gideon says. He is the ladies’ man in our group. I might be the most wanted bachelor in the eyes of the media, but out of all of us, he is the best with the ladies. He loves random facts and has a sharp mind. With his dirty blonde hair and intelligent emerald green eye, women drop their panties for him wherever he goes. It doesn’t hurt that he is a stinking rich and has a strong muscular body.

“You didn’t see her man, she isn’t just the type of girl you forget and move on from.” I tell him in a sullen voice. They won’t understand until they see her.

“Alright, I’ve had enough of this, what did you say her name is?” Carter, the broody and normally quiet one in the group says. He is a computer genius and great with numbers. With his dark brown hair that is cut short on the sides and a bit longer at the top, his serious blue eyes and his arms covered in tattoos, only the brave women dare to approach him. A lot of people see him as dangerous, but he is the softest and most respectful one in the group.

“You’re not going to look her up, she walked out of there for a reason, I am not going to go running after her like some stalker.” I tell him. I’m not some desperate guy that runs after women, I have never chased a woman, but a part of me keeps telling me that it’s only because I have never found a woman worth the chase and maybe, Gwen is that girl.

“I just want to see what you’re going on about, that’s all.” I give him a skeptical look but tell him her name anyway.

“Gwen Fitzpatrick.” I say between clenched teeth. The fact that I still remember her name after six months, just goes to show how big of an impression she left. Carter types the name on his phone and a few minutes later, he gives a low whistle.

“Damn man, you let that slip through your fingers? You should’ve gone on your knees and begged her to marry you, not fall asleep and let her run off.” He says and I want to hit my head against the table. The guys look at the picture Carter has on his phone and they all nod their agreement.

“Hey, it says here that she is the owner of an optometrist, the biggest and most sought after one in the city. Not only is she drop dead gorgeous, she is also intelligent and respected. Yeah, it’s official, you are so going after her, if not, then I am.” Nathan, the clown of the group says. My hands itch to beat his pretty little face in. None of them will ever touch her if I have my way. “Awww, look at how red his face goes. I’m just joking dude, but if I were you, I would go after her before someone else makes a move.” He has a point.

“Send me the address and the number, I will make an appointment and then see if she even recognizes me.” I say to Carter. It’s worth a shot right? He sends me the information and we spend a few more hours just talking s**t while we drink beers, the whole time my mind is on Gwen, and what her reaction will be when he shows up at her store, will she recognize him? Tell him it was just a one night stand and that she has met someone else, or has she been thinking about me as much as I have been thinking about her and just didn’t realize who I was?

When I woke up, I felt consumed by nerves. I can’t remember ever being this nervous to talk to a woman and I need to snap out of it. I’m just going to have my eyes tested by the girl that I have fantasized about for the better part of six months, no biggy. The practice opens at nine and I still need to call to book my appointment. I really hope that she still has a space open and that Gwen actually does the testing. I make myself a cup of coffee as I wait for nine o’clock to roll by. As soon as it is nine, I pick up my phone and place the call, holding my breath the entire time.

"Fitzpatrick’s optometrist, Stacey speaking, how may I help you?” The woman on the other side of the phone answers.

“Good morning, I would like to book an appointment with Gwen, if she has a space open today.” I can hear the nerves in my own voice.

“I’m sorry, but Gwen isn’t in today, she won’t be in for the next week, can I make an appointment with one of our other optometrists?” Damn, just my luck.

“No, I will wait until she gets back, thank you Stacey.” I say defeated.

“Can I take your details and then call you back the moment she comes in?” She asks and I give her my details, but really, I don’t think she will call me back. I end the call after that and sit down on the couch, wondering if I will ever get to see her again. After about an hour of sitting and staring, I nearly jump out of my skin when my phone rings next to me. When I look at the number, I’m confused as to why the number of her practice is on my screen, but I answer it, sure that they called me by mistake.

“Mr. Cullen, it's Stacey from Fitzpatrick’s optometrist, I am sorry if I am bothering you, but I just got off the phone with Gwen and she is on her way to the store. She says she will be here for an hour if you want to come in for the appointment now.” I quickly jump up and try to think of how long it will take me to get there, I will have to break a few speeding laws, but I can make it.

“I’ll be there in twenty minutes or so.” I tell her and then end the call and rush to the room to get dressed. She is coming in to see me, that must mean something right? I quickly get dressed in my jeans and call into the office as I run to the car. My personal assistant answers the phone and I tell her to cancel whatever appointments I might have for the rest of the day, I am going after my girl.

Traffic is worse than ever as I make my way to her practice and I want to hit my head against the steering wheel, scream and shout at everyone to just move. At this rate I am going to be late and I just know I will never get a chance with her if I screw this up. I get there ten minutes late and nearly run over people on my way in, hoping she is still there.