Chapter 35

“Octavious…” I moaned out in a voice thick of sleep as I searched around the massive bed for Octavious. I wanted him to prepare some breakfast for me because I didn’t feel like getting out of bed for the next lifetime. He had worked me over time yesterday, not from sex, but from the gun. My fingers were tired to the bone and there was a constant ringing in my ears that Octavious told me that I’d soon get used to. 

I opened my eyes when I couldn’t feel the presence of Octavious’ body next to mine or anywhere close. “Octavious?” I called out, looking around the room and half expecting him to emerge from the bathroom after an early morning shower. But I was greeted with silence and I furrowed my eyebrows in distaste because that meant I had to get out of bed.