Billionaire's Pleasure-Chapter 135: Overcome

Brad’s POV

As I walked out of the office, I was overcome with feelings of lust, frustration, and anger. I grimaced at the tightness in my jeans before pulling it back on because I didn’t have anywhere to be till next week. The only person who could have saved me from my alleged demons was Claire. It took everything in me not to slap her head on the desk.

To make the most of my remaining time on the road before heading back home, I hopped on my car could be headed to the major highway.

Nothing could keep me here any longer...

A drive-thru restaurant along the Chesse Bay provided me with a quick meal after a long day on the road. Today’s waves were clear and the weather was perfect, but riding didn’t fill me with joy the way it used to. I thought it would.

The fact that Claire was now my go-to doctor further exacerbated my depression. Her sincerity in wanting to assist me was evident in both her speech and her eyes. Throughout the process, I found myself comparing it to our date night to see if she blushed. It was sultry even though she was a hot mess in her business dress and had red, sweaty skin. Tormenting her made me happy, but I was also self-critical. After a while, I found myself wanting her as much as she appeared to want me.

What a calamity this has become.

Driving home in the waning light, I stopped at a nearby gas station to stock up on fuel for the week. Even though I’d parked as far away from the building as possible, I observed a blue car parked near the gas pumps. On my way to see Emily working on her tire while Gerome was driving, I saw she was speaking into the car.

For as long as he could remember, Gerome’s wife was a lovely blonde who looked just like the girl down the hall. She looked exhausted and frustrated as she stared at the car again tonight. An untidy clump of hair drooped down her cheeks. She’s never looked at me quite like that before.

I could hear the children yelling and crying as Bryan answered the door and ran to his mother with tears running down his cheeks. When I saw him, I was overcome with emotion because he reminded me of my friend. That promise I made to his family in the case of an emergency had been sincere. Just as I was beginning to find myself again after having lost him, a terrible lump of regret burst inside of me and I sank to the ground.

The second I heard her voice rising over the din, I jumped back on my bike and sped off into the distance. I made no effort to help her out.

After purchasing a new bottle of booze at the liquor store, I headed back to my house. In order to really enjoy the experience, I removed my clothes and slipped into my jetted tub. As tears streamed down my cheeks, I took a swig of bourbon to attempt to distract myself from the agony I was feeling.

Let go of your grip. Emily was the most affected by my absence since the funeral. I felt like a slacker, but I didn’t have the courage to tell her and the kids that I couldn’t keep their father alive. I couldn’t face the facts.

Before I went to sleep that night, I had drunk myself into a stupor and was barely dry enough to fall naked onto my mattress before I went to sleep. A chilly and numb sensation awoke me the next morning, which was preferable to experiencing my emotions. I made it a point to go to the range to practice my aim because I wanted to make the most of the few things I was allowed to do. Reliving that night still brought up memories from my preparation for work, but I pushed through. Because it was an honor to serve as a sniper in the Seals, I couldn’t bear to give up the one thing that meant the most to me.

I, too, went on a slew of rides. In order to get some rest while traveling across Maryland and into other states, I stayed in hotels and drank myself to sleep. While it didn’t provide me the comfort I wanted, it kept me from returning to my house. In the course of my stay in the city, I also went to the gym. I was in fantastic physical condition, and that wouldn’t change since I needed to be in order to do my job well. Going for a run gave me a little lift before heading home and drinking more.

I realized how excited I was to return to Claire. There was something about her that comforted and enlivened me even though I wasn’t quite ready to talk. Since I saw Emily and was reminded of what Gerome left behind, I’ve felt nervous and bored. Some days I felt like a complete failure since Gerome had been such a good man and a loving husband and father before he passed away. This time, I may be able to persuade Claire that I should be able to take her in the same manner as that night. Because I had felt a jolt, I was able to recall what happened that night.

It was as if the hours of the day and night had become one, with no discernible pattern or pattern of existence. I felt like I was slipping away as I struggled to understand who I was and how I fit into this world. We were all touched by what had happened, and I would see some of the guys from the group on occasion. Although it had never troubled me previously, it was now starting to seem lonely because most of my fellow pack members had partners or families.