All Chapters of Love in the Time of Quarantine: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

I insisted that Lexi take the rest of the day off and she didn’t fight me on it.I had given each employee an extra “flex” day adn told her to use that. I had a few meetings this afternoon, so I still needed to work, but she didn’t need to be a part of them. I could take enough notes. I honestly just needed her to tell me where to find stuff. I walk into the bedroom, only dressed in my boxers and my dress slacks, opened at the fly. I had gotten up to get some water for both of us. By the time I get back, Lexi is nearly asleep. I can’t help but chuckle at her, thinking of the workout that I had given her throughout the morning and over my lunch break. Unfortunately, I have a meeting starting in about 20 minutes and I have questions for her. “Pet,” I say, setting the water bottles on the bedside table. “I need you to wake up. I have some questions for you.” She groans and I lean down to look at her face. At the same time, she reaches for me and pulls me towards the bed.

I can’t believe that I did that. I’ve never had a sub need to use their safe word with me unless they specifically asked me to push them to their limits. And for me to do that to Alexis? I was just so fucking angry with her. It was like I couldn’t control it. You know, one of the things that attracted me about being a dom was the need for control my anger. Being a dom forced me to keep a tight rein on my anger. Something that was always all consuming once I realized that my entire life had been planned out for me since the day that my family found out that I would be a boy. Yeah, the anger had eased up a bit when I was able to take control of my own life. It eased even more when my parents figured otu that I was going to go my own way no matter what they said. But it was still a knee jerk reaction whenever something really fucked up the plans of something important to me. Like when I saw that resignation letter from Alexis in her inbox. How could she be thinking abou

When I came back from the gym, Alexis wasn’t there. It isn’t anything new. I’ve barely seen her over the last two days. I don’t notice that anything’s amiss until I’m in the shower. My hand is reaching for my shampoo, my eyes closed against the spray of the water. I move my hand along the tops of the bottles, knowing that Alexis’s shampoo and conditioner are first, followed by mine. One bottle top. Two bottle tops. But where there should be a third, there’s nothing. I flail my hand around a bit, looking for my bottles of shampoo. But again, nothing there. I pull back from under the spray of the shower and rub the water out of my eyes before looking around the stall. And I notice that all of her stuff is gone. I look all over the stall, frantic, like her things will magically appear behind me or in the corner. But there’s nothing there. I stick my head out of the shower, checking to see if her stuff is on the bathroom counter. But everything’s gone. Her make up

One month later… “Ms. Clark, do you know where the projections for the Kellerman project are?” I call to my assistant. I feel like I’m loosing my mind. I’ve looked everywhere that I can think of to try and find this paperwork and I can’t seem to find it anywhere. “Sir, I believe you left it in your inbox,” my PA calls from the hall. I’ve been working from the office since I’ve returned to the States and my new PA, Robin Clark, has been working here with me. There are a few other people working in the office, but I believe that we are the only ones on this floor. It makes it nice that I only have to wear a mask when she comes into the room. Robin’s learning curve has been fairly steep, but that’s understandable, since I worked with Alexis for nearly five years. She knew everything about me and seemed to anticipate what I would want or need before I even asked for it. I push away the thought of Alexis. Every time that I think of her, I get this painful twinge in my chest an

“What do you mean she left?” I demand of the man in front of me. We’re standing in what used to be Alexis’s apartment. It’s the day after I had Robin call the firm’s private investigator, Eugene Harvey. Obviously, the first place that he went to was Alexis’s apartment. But he called me an hour after he arrived at Alexis’s apartment. “Boss,” he said the second I picked up. The man is good, but he has this odd habit of calling everyone “boss.” “Ya gotta get down here. I sent cha the address.” “What’s going on, Eugene?” I asked him. “She’s not here, boss. I got the building owner on his way. You come and we’ll make a plan,” Eugene said. “What do you mean? She might be at the doctor’s or the grocery store.” I didn’t really understand his urgency. I mean, I didn’t like that she’s out in about during COVID, while pregnant with my babies. She should be sitting at home with every one of her whims catered to. I should be there beside her. Fuck! I really screwed up. “N