I get comfortable around his office walking about the large office that can hold a bungalow and still have space for a carpark.
When I get tired, I rest on the large sofa set at the front of his desk staring at him. I look at him hard with different thoughts coursing through my head.
There's no way he actually does not still remember them, is there? After all these years.... Ten years. Almost ten years since his accident and he doesn't remember a thing? There's no way!!
"Dan... I mean Mr Hooker?" I want to at least check even maybe just a little.*
"Yes, miluv?" I froze and so did he looking up at me.
"I mean Mrs. Hooker" he clears his throat. I stare at him. Why did he call me that? Does he remember but is just pretending? But why?
"Why did you call me that?" I asked my voice filled with hope rolling at its edges.
"What? Miluv?" He said and I nodded. "I don't know" he shrugs looking back down at his work.
"What do you mean you don't know? I'm asking you why you used that endearment on me?!!"
"Easy there, Mrs. Hooker. It was just instinct. Don't you like it?" He said raising an eyebrow at her.
"No no. You can use it. I was just... Surprised." I muttered. No i was not just surprised. I was shocked. That was what he calls me. Miluv.
"Good then, I'll be done by 8pm by the least. Sure you can wait?" He asked flatly and I just nod.
So i waited. For hours. But when it was 8pm, my body couldn't take it anymore. I groaned out and dropped my phone. My eyes felt like sandpaper and my stomach grumbling in hunger. I'm so hungry and thirsty but not for water.
When was the last time I fed? A week ago? Two weeks? Blood. I need blood!
"Alright im done. Let's go" his voice resounded in the overly spacious office drawing me back from my thirst. I look up at him putting on his jacket as he walks towards me.
I quickly grab my handbag and stand up facing me. "You okay? You look pale?" He said staring at my face.
"I'm fine, just a little bit thirsty... And hungry" I answered honestly except from the 'little bit'. I am so damn thirsty that if he wasn't my fated mate, his jugular would separated from his neck by now.
"Come on, time to go home"