"Damn it, Cas!"

I threw my phone beside me, making it bounce up and down on the couch. I felt frustrated and worried as fuck. Why didn't she just pick up my calls or answer my messages? I could see she read my messages, yet she didn't respond. She'd read the first text hours ago! And I'd send another one and another one, and so on. Plus, I'd tried to call her, too. But after one or two rings, it went straight to voicemail, meaning she intentionally declined my calls. I hadn't heard from her since yesterday.

My friend Danny looked at me, shaking his head. He's been visiting me every day since I've returned. He was the guy that was supposed to go on the cruise vacation with me. Danny cried when he first saw me again, and that was so weird because I had never seen him cry before. He also said sorry like eight times. I didn't know why he said it, though, because if he would have joined me for the cruise, he might have ended up dead.

After I'd told him about Cassie, the guy pitied me a lot less. According to him, I'd spent two weeks on a tropical island with a hot babe beside me.

I couldn't call him a liar.

"Leave the woman alone, man," Danny said. "She's probably sleeping or working, or something, and you're stalking her like some obsessive lunatic. She needs rest."

As if he knew?! But, maybe he was right. "I don't know... It doesn't sit right with me for some reason." I let out another sigh before I grabbed my phone up and tried again. This time it went straight to voicemail!

"Let's order food," Danny quickly suggested. "I can see you need some sugar."

"Fine. Maybe you're right. Maybe she's just working and I'm too fucking worried over this."

What we'd been through was a lot, so maybe her body needed more rest than mine did.

"Uhhhh, you think?" Danny asked.

I slapped him with a pillow. "Just order us some food, Danny."

"What would you like?"

"Don't care."

"Oh, come on. You know I can never decide," he whined.

"Chinese."

"Good choice."

While Danny made the call, I reluctantly ignored my itching fingers wanting to grab my phone again. I was such a bad friend at the moment, being grumpy and all, but I couldn't help myself. "I'm gonna take a shower," I announced, standing up.

He held up his thumb and said it would take about thirty minutes before the food was going to get delivered before he proceeded with the call, giving the company my address.

~

In the shower, I did what I had done every day since my return home: I jacked off fantasizing about her.

The image of her lips wrapped around my cock, her head bobbing up and down while her tits jiggled at the movements, and her blond hair fell on top of my thighs.

"Ahhh...!" I moaned, releasing myself.

It wasn't the real deal, but it was at least something. I picked up the showerhead and aimed at the shower door, letting the water spray against the glass, removing the mess of cum I'd left. The window had been her breasts in my imagination, coating them as I had done on the island.

My jerking session didn't help much. I didn't feel any better afterward. I closed the tap and stepped outside, grabbing a towel before drying myself.

"Okay, Max, if she doesn't call back after dinner, you are allowed to call her again," I told myself, looking at the mirror's reflection, not caring if Danny would find me an obsessive lunatic or not. I just wanted to talk to Cassie.

Being in love makes a person crazy for real. I'd never known this because apparently all these times before, I wasn't really in love, but now I was.

I love her.

~

I pressed the green phone icon and held my phone against my ear, praying my call wouldn't get straight to voicemail again. And that luckily didn't happen, cause the woman finally picked up!

"Cas?"

"..."

"Cas?!"

Hiccup "Who is this?"

"...?"

What the fuck! That was a guy's voice. Who was this guy?

"Hello?" he asked. "Hellooooooo?"

"I'm looking for Cassie. Can you please get her to the phone?" I asked, annoyed.

"Who are you?"

"I'm Max. Could you please get her for me?" I asked again.

"Ohhhh, t-the little boy! I'm Henry, her boyfriend. And let me tell you--"

WHAT THE FUCK was this asshole talking about?! "Get her for me, you dipshit!" I shouted through the phone. Cassie had told me that Henry was her ex's name. Was the man drunk? Was he troubling her?

"Will not!" Hiccup. "Cause... Well, MAX, Cassie can't talk to you now, cause she's with me--"

"Henry, you fucking ass--NO!" Cassie's voice shrieked in the background.

The line went dead. "Cas? Cassie? CASSIE?!" I cried out, screaming through my phone.

"What-what's going on?" Danny asked with wide eyes, walking into the room after he'd taken out the trash. "Why are you yelling?"

"I just talked to Henry, that asshole ex of hers, and he's with her and she sounded furious, and he said she was his, and--FUCK!" I rambled on. "I don't fucking know what just happened!" I wanted to pull my hair out of frustration. I could cry out of anger. "I'll try again," I said, calling her again. "Straight to voicemail!"

Fuck!

"I presume you're talking about Cassie--"

"Of course, I'm talking about Cassie!"

"Yeah, but...I-I don't know, man. This all sounds really suspicious. She didn't pick up your calls, didn't respond, and now there's an ex over there... Maybe she's been playing you or something."

"Cassie wouldn't do that to me, Danny!" I glared at him. "I know her and I know she would never do such a thing. Besides that, she hates cheaters because this asshole cheated on her before. I trust her and I just know, okay? Fuck, something's not good. I gotta go to her."

"What? It's a five-hour trip!" Danny replied. "And it's already evening.

"I don't fucking care!"

~

I hadn't even bothered to pack any belongings. I'd just grabbed my wallet, passport, and phone charger and took off. The entire trip to the airport, I'd tried to call Cassie, but it was to no avail. It went straight to voicemail, every time. I quickly texted my parents to say I was taking a small trip because I knew my mom. She would visit me again tomorrow and I didn't want her to get worried if I wasn't at home.

The flight had been horrible. It lasted and lasted. And it seemed like these few hours had turned into twenty hours or something. Of course they hadn't, but it felt that way.

"How long?" I asked the cab driver. It was around five o'clock in the morning.

"About three minutes to go."

"Thanks."

The man must be tired of my questions. I asked him the same one every few minutes.

Cassie had luckily texted me her address a few days ago, otherwise, there was no way to contact her. I wondered what I would find at her place. I truly believed she wouldn't cheat on me. But if Henry was there for some other reason, I was going to choke him to death. And if he'd hurt Cassie, I'll torture him first.

"It's that place. The small white house ahead over there." He pointed to the left and not long after that, he stopped right in front of said house.

I'd finally made it. That was Cassie's home. It was a small kinda cute house and it suited her. Knowing she'd once lived there with another man made the hairs on my neck stand up straight.

He better haven't done anything to her!

The cab driver said it was forty-five bucks. I paid him fifty. "Keep the change," I shouted, sprinting out of the car and rushing towards the place I desperately wanted to be.

Please let her be okay.