the stupid cunt isn't even here and I’m shouting out to an empty apartment.
As I start walking through the apartment it feels different, unlived in, cold and empty. The mail hasn't been collected, and the bed is still the same as when I left, the sheets are still soiled with blood and cum and vomit.
Where the hell is she?
Shoving my case on the bed I strip off and head for a shower. Crap, there's no hot water, striding out of the bathroom I grab my phone and dial her number again. "Where the fucking hell are you Heidi? The place looks like shit, and I've got the boys coming over tonight so do yourself a favour and get back here now! We can make it very hard for you again and you know it."
I call her parents place, her mother is way older than me, and has a crush on me, but she's nowhere near cougar material, but they've both been useful to me over the years, and it’s good to have them on my side, so with a bit of flirting and a casual touch, has her eating out of my hand, and she never believes anything Heidi says to her.
It's her that answers.
"Hi Elizabeth darling, It's Jake. Have you got Heidi staying with you, the office said she was off sick." I turn on the charm and can hear her silly giggle, not really listening to what she's waffling on about, but then I hear what she is saying. "What do you mean she's missing? Where has she gone? How the fuck did you not know about this, when did this happen?"
Looking around the room my eye catches on a note on the dresser.
Jake,
Goodbye you shit!!
Heidi
I drop the call without saying another word, stalking towards the wardrobe I pull the door open and all of her clothes are gone, and all of her make-up and shit has disappeared from the shelves in the bathroom.
The fucking bitch has left me. How the hell did she manage it? Well she's not getting away with it, she can cause a shit load of trouble, and my career is too damn important to me. I rush to my computer and start it up. Fuck, she's worked out my password! All my private photographs and home videos are gone, she’s deleted the whole fucking lot of them. My body goes cold when I realize she has probably copied them and falling back into my chair and stare around me, this could go very wrong if I don’t find her and stop her.
First I call my friends, canceling tonight which includes my extremely ruthless lawyer and let him know what has happened.
CHAPTER TWO
Mason
I've had a weird feeling all day, I'm all twitchy and restless, and even after a punishing session at the gym and a five mile run, the anxious feeling is still there, it’s like I’ve forgotten something important. I call my cousin Lake even though his apartment is just down the hall from mine.
He answers straight away. "Hey dude, what's up?"
"I'm bored and going stir-crazy, and I want to go out for a beer, are you up for it?" Maybe just getting out of here will do me good. I’ve been wallowing in self-pity for long enough, it’s time to man up and get out again, plus my dick is sulking from the lack of action it’s had lately, maybe a quick fuck is needed, just not anything serious I’m not getting suckered into that trap again.
"Shit Mason, really? You've finally got over that bitch Lauren, thank fuck for that." I hear my cousin blow out a deep breath.
"Don't start Lake, I'm not gonna talk or think about her anymore." A sick feeling builds up as I get angry at her again, but shake it off, it’s been nearly six weeks and I’m pissed off and bored.
"Well thank God for that. Gimme ten minutes to shower and change and I'll be with you. Have you called Lucas?"
Lucas is Lake’s brother, and runs a security and surveillance company, so spends a lot of time away.
"Nah. He's still out of town, it's just us."
I've already showered so I can just throw on a clean T-shirt, and scrubbing my hands through my hair, I'm ready to go. I've never bothered too much about my