Chapter thirty two

Michael sat in his wheelchair in the living room, his eyes constantly looking at the time. It was already 10:25 and Sasha was not yet back. He was getting worried and to make it worse, he don't even know where she is, not that he can't find out if he wants to but that he doesn't want to. No more stalking her, he won't to try to not know ahead of time anymore, he will only know where she is if she tells him and will only have people look for her if he feels something is wrong. He looked at the dinning table at the already cold food and sighed.

Gary had brought the dinner almost four hours ago but he refused to eat, he was prepared to wait for her and will only eat when he was sure she has eaten.

Gary walked up to him again "boss, don't you think you should eat? Even if it's a bite, it has already passed the time for your medicine."

"No, I will wait for her."

Gary sighed as he heard the reply he has gotten for the tenth time he had asked him to eat "but mistress looks like