He grabbed his cell phone again and started to text.
4.29 Alistair: Sophia, love. We have to talk. I can explain the things you found in my dressing room. Davidoff showed me what you researched on your computer. I’m not like that, I’m not that extreme. And I don’t need it, I need you. Please, call me.
4.35 Alistair: You’re breaking my heart, Sophia. You promised to take good care of it, remember? Don’t do this to me, please.
4.41 Alistair: I can’t live without you, mo chridhe. Please, call me. I love you.
He grimaced as two green ticks notified him that each of his WhatsApps had been delivered and read, but no response came.
He rose and went to bed, taking the phone with him.
I love you, Sophia. Was Alistair’s last thought before he finally closed his eyes for sleep.
Dr. Andrew Volk’s Office.
9.41 a.m.
“To feel lonely is to be overwhelmed by an unbearable feeling of separateness, at a very deep level. To some degree, it is a totally normal emotion, a part of growing up. Your loneliness, which has been caused by extraordinary circumstances, is somehow all your own fault. First your loss, then your lack of trust, your fear of entering another relationship and your numbness are the main causes of your feeling lonely,” Dr. Volk patiently waited for Alistair to reply.
“You’re right. I didn’t want to be tied down. I didn’t want anyone in my life again. I was more than lonely. And that’s the way I wished it to be. That’s what I deserved,” Alistair sighed. “Maybe it’s a cliché, but I felt lonely even in a crowd.”
“A cliché maybe, but it’s also painfully true. Someone who is constantly surrounded by people may still feel desperately lonely. I have many patients that seek my help for overwhelming feelings of loneliness and they have an active social life, a busy job, sometimes even a stable relationship and a family.”
“But then she appeared. As sunshine does after a storm.” Alistair’s eyes glazed with memories. “And suddenly my life wasn’t the same anymore. I tried to drag her into my long line of one-night stands. She resisted. I tried to push her away with-” He looked up at Doctor Volk and said bitterly, “I engaged her in bondage-dominant sex. Then, the next day, I assaulted her. She forgave me. She. Forgave. Me,” he repeated softly to himself looking down at his hands.
“Hmm. And that is wrong? Forgiveness?”
Alistair looked up and cleared his throat. “I don’t know. She persisted in the relationship. Finally, a few days ago, I tried to beat her with a crop.”
“And?”
Alistair told Dr. Volk how Sophia had been very determined to maintain her position and what she did to him after; how he had lost control and, for the first time in his life, had let a woman take charge in bed and how much he’d liked it. He told him how much he was hurting without Sophia.
“I’m glad.”
Alistair gave him a suffered look, “What for?”
“Because it shows that you are human. For once, you had a relationship that wasn’t ruled by you or your cold logic. And maybe Sophia brought it out in you. Maybe she makes you care enough to let go of Heather and your feelings of guilt. Also, I can fully understand why she left.”
Alistair raised an eyebrow.
Dr. Volk measured him with his eyes and his lips curled. “You’re not a small man. If I were a woman, I’d be scared. I wouldn’t like to be tied, handcuffed, or spanked by a man like you. She’s probably run to the end of the world.”
Run to the end of the world. Hah! Alistair willed the irritation from his face. “And what do you think I should do when I find her? I can’t live without her. And there is no doubt I’m going after her.” He stopped for a heartbeat before asking, “What should I say? What should I do?”
“Be human.” The good doctor smiled at Alistair’s frown. “Be yourself. Don’t be afraid to feel. Tell her the whole truth. That is what you want from her too, isn’t it? The truth?”
Veritas vos liberativ. Alistair laughed bitterly. “Well, Andrew, it seems it’s easier said than done.”
The doctor laughed. “Yep. But it frees.”
Alistair spoke of how he had imagined leading Sophia into a similar relationship as the one he had with Heather, but now on his terms. How each time he started trying to turn her on, he was the one turned on by something sexually naïve and common that she did. That each climax with her was better than the one before. That he was tuned to her and deep in love. And that he was sure Sophia was in love with him too, albeit he couldn’t understand why she didn’t declare her love out loud.
Finally, Alistair told Dr. Volk he was ready to be what Sophia wanted him to be.
The doctor slowly put his pencil inside his notebook, closed it and put it away on the side table. He turned to Alistair and staring into his eyes, he softly said, “Alistair, tell her all that you’ve been telling me here. The truth. The whole truth. Don’t embellish it; don’t omit or lie. And... and what is even more important. You have to start listening. Listen to what she has to tell you and listen to her silence.”
Alistair raised an eyebrow.
“Sometimes, silence speaks louder than words. Just because it is peaceful, it doesn’t mean it is still and void, as a few may think. It is insightful, powerful and full of meaning. It is when one can’t lie to oneself. You have to learn to listen to what she is not saying. Listen to her silence, Alistair. And listen to yours, too.”
In Alistair MacCraig’s BMW.
10.01 a.m.
Being away from her had only made Alistair crave Sophia all the more. He missed the scent of her hair, the feel of her satin skin under his fingertips, the way she called his name in a low cry just before she came, the sensation of her moving underneath him, with him.
He needed to hear her voice, her laughter. He needed her back, by his side, in his bed. He needed to know that she still wanted him. He needed to be inside her. He needed to make love to her like he needed air to breathe. He needed her.
Sex was his apple a day, and he needed it. He needed to show her not with words but with actions that he loved her, worshipped her, would do anything for her. That was the way he knew how to express his feelings.
But she didn’t seem to need him.
Certainly, she didn’t want him.
She had left him and she hadn’t answered any of his messages or calls.
I’m going mad, I’m sure. He picked up his iPhone and called Baptist. “Any news?” He tried to keep the strain out of his voice, but failed miserably.
“Mr. MacCraig, I was just about to call you. She’s just taken a flight to the end of the world,” he chuckled.
What the fuck? Another one making fun of my desperate situation. Alistair frowned, “Huh? I don’t pay you to be funny, I pay you for information, Baptist.” Alistair heard the investigator’s reply, his spirit returned. He touched the intercom. “Change of plans, Garrick. My place, please.”
“Thank you, Baptist. Send all the information you’ve gathered by email asap,” he said and tapped the screen, answering Tavish’s call. “Aye?”
“Where are you?” Tavish asked brusquely.
“Going home. I discovered where Sophia is.”
“I’ll meet you there,” Tavish disconnected.
Alistair shrugged at the screen and immediately called MacKeenan with a long list of orders.
Alistair MacCraig’s Apartment.
10.55 a.m.
His door bell rang insistently. Alistair opened his apartment door to look at his brother’s turbulent sea green eyes.
Tavish stalked into his brother’s living room without saying a word, determination stamped on his face and flung himself in the armchair.