Caden
Okay, now I was getting worried. Brook told me the day before she'd call before she left New York and it was 6 PM and I hadn't heard a word from her. This day had gone completely to hell from the moment I woke up this morning. My fucking head was pounding like a jackhammer and it hadn't stopped all day. Couple that with ten bloody unanswered phone calls to Brook, and it couldn't get any worse.
I had one hell of a hangover courtesy of the multiple shots of whiskey I’d consumed the night before. So many, I couldn't even remember how in the bloody hell I got back to my flat last night. I was feeling sorry for myself because I couldn't be with Brook, and maybe I'd let it get a little out of hand. I wasn't usually one to go off the deep end but where she was concerned, my emotions ran raw.
The whole night was a bloody blur besides a few highlights, if you could call them that; Wendy annoying the shit out of me at the bar, the loud music endlessly throbbing in my head, signing a few autographs, and a ridiculous amount of drinking.
Brook, I'm getting worried now. Please call me back. I sent a text since she wasn't answering the calls.
In about thirty seconds I would be forced to call Jeanne or Diane to find out what the bloody hell was up. What if something had happened to her? My heart thumped inside my chest, and the panic I'd been fighting all damn day, rose up anew.
I tried to relax and unpack some of the boxes of books and clothes my mother had shipped over from London. Another hour passed by at a snail’s pace. I tried to make myself a sandwich, mostly because eating was what I thought that I should do.
Fuck!
I wasn't hungry anyway. This was the longest I'd gone without some sort of contact with Brook since we met. I was going out of my mind with worry.
What the fuck was going on?
I pulled out my phone and dialed Jeanne, Brook's manager. She’d accompanied her to New York, so surely she’d know where my girl was.
"Hello? This is Jeanne." Her voice was a little frantic as she answered.
"Jeanne, its Cade."
"Oh, Cade! Have you heard from Brook?"
"What?” My heart fell. “No! That's why I'm calling, to see if you have. I haven't heard from her since yesterday morning, very early." I felt the bile rise up in my throat.
"Cade, she isn't answering her phone. I spoke with Pat Armstrong and apparently Brook did go to see him this morning, but she's checked out of the hotel and I don't know where she went after that. I thought she'd come home, but Diane hasn't heard from her either. I'm really worried. This isn't like her at all."
My breathing sped up and I paced back and forth across my living room.
"Why aren’t you with her, Jeanne? I thought you went with her?”
“I was. I am. I’m still in New York, but Brook left, she was supposed to fly back early today. It’s a long story.”
“That makes no bloody sense! Someone better tell me what the hell is going on, and fast! I'm out of my mind; worried sick! She never does this. We generally talk several times a day and it's been thirty-six hours since the last conversation. What can I do? Should we call the police? What?"
My heart was beating so fast I felt it would fly right out of my chest and my mind was racing. Why would Brook leave and then come back. I wanted to know the details but I was more concerned with finding her.
"We can't call the police yet. It hasn't been 24 hours since someone's seen or heard from her. We have to wait until tonight. You might try calling some of her friends. Maybe David has heard from her." I knew she was grasping at straws, looking for any possibility, but damn it, the mention of his name made my blood boil.
I signed heavily and ran an impatient hand threw my already messy hair. "Okay, I'll call around. If you hear anything, please let me know immediately. When we find her, I’ll expect full disclosure on what fuck went on and why you don’t know where she is!" I felt my throat tighten and the blood rush through my ears.
Jesus Christ, this is a nightmare.
“She’s an adult! She can do what she wants, and I can’t tell you anything she doesn’t want you to know! I’m her manager not yours, Cade.” Jeanne’s voice elevated and I could hear the panic behind her words. She was right. She couldn’t tell me anything Brook didn’t approve.
Kahlen Aymes is a USA Today best selling author who writes steamy romance novels that cross genre lines between New Adult, Adult Contemporary and Erotica. She has 8 published books so far, two finished series (The Remembrance Trilogy & Prequel, & The After Dark Series), and is writing the second and third in her third series, The FAMOUS Novels.
Kahlen has been on several bestseller lists including Barnes & Noble, Amazon, Smashwords, Publisher's Weekly, iBooks and USA Today! She began her writing career writing Twilight Fan Fiction and won multiple awards in the genre, including BEST Author, BEST Robsten, Best All-Human that Knocks You Off Your Feet and several others!
Her interests include reading, as well as writing, theater arts, cooking, rollerskating and going for long walks. She is the proud mom to one teenage daughter and two golden retrievers.
She LOVES writing, more than most anything else in the universe and you can count on her to deliver strong, relatable characters, deep and detailed plots, and emotion overflow!
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Kahlen Aymes is a USA Today best selling author who writes steamy romance novels that cross genre lines between New Adult, Adult Contemporary and Erotica. She has 8 published books so far, two finished series (The Remembrance Trilogy & Prequel, & The After Dark Series), and is writing the second and third in her third series, The FAMOUS Novels.Kahlen has been on several bestseller lists including Barnes & Noble, Amazon, Smashwords, Publisher's Weekly, iBooks and USA Today! She began her writing career writing Twilight Fan Fiction and won multiple awards in the genre, including BEST Author, BEST Robsten, Best All-Human that Knocks You Off Your Feet and several others!Her interests include reading, as well as writing, theater arts, cooking, rollerskating and going for long walks. She is the proud mom to one teenage daughter and two golden retrievers.She LOVES writing, more than most anything else in the universe and you can count on her to deliver strong, relatable characters, deep and detailed plots, and emotion overflow!
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