Saved and Saving: The Single Daddy CEO

Chapter Fourteen

Blaiz

After catching a glimpse of the banquet on the news, I felt a little better about crashing for the night and proceeded to lay down. Of course, that didn’t stop my mind from going straight to the angel who had saved my life the second I closed my eyes.

In my mind’s eye, she was hovering over me, as if she was keeping watch and being my protector. Not that I needed one, but the thought of her being there was comforting and helped me to drift into a peaceful sleep within minutes.

However, falling asleep with her in my mind often led to dreams that were completely out of this world. Dreams that somehow seemed to feed a deep need of mine in the most unexpected of ways. But this dream was different.

In this dream, we were floating on a large cloud, high up in the sky. I was lying on my back, and she was straddling my groin.

That damn mask was covering her face, but the rest of her body was left uncovered for me to view every other inch of her. I reached up and cupped small yet perfect breasts in my hands, then her petite hands slid over mine.

While grinding her wetness against my raging erection, she squeezed, making me squeeze her breasts with her. Throwing her head back, she moaned softly, giving me a great view of her slender neck.

I lifted my torso up and latched onto her neck. Gently, I sucked across the front of her neck before leaving a trail of feather-like kisses up to her ear.

Unable to get my voice to work correctly, I whispered into her ear, “I need you, angel.”

Suddenly, she jerked her face back and looked at me with her eyes wider than I had ever seen them before. Tears! My angel has tears in hers!

My voice came back to me in an instant for me to ask, “What’s wrong, my angel?”

“I need you more!” she whispered, then started to fade. She had almost faded completely from my sight when I heard her scream, “Save me, Blaiz!”

I bolted upright in bed from a dead sleep. Sweat poured off of me and my heart was racing.

“Save me, Blaiz!” echoed in my head, like she was screaming it over and over.

Something was seriously wrong. I could feel it in every cell of my body. But what?

How can I possibly help my angel when I don’t know who she is or where to find her? With everything I already had going on, where would I find the time or manpower to begin searching again?

The thoughts were coming in hard and fast. Too fast.

I glanced over at the clock on the bedside table. 3:33 It was too early to get up, yet I was too awake to fall back asleep.

I had to do something with myself or these thoughts were going to get the better of me. So I got out of bed and hit the shower. The hot steamy water helped to ease the muscles that were still tensed up from packing and all.

Oh yeah, there is a ton of unpacking that needs to be done, I suddenly remembered, giving me reason to rush through the shower. Sure, most of the others would be sleeping soundly, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t work on unpacking some of the things that had arrived after I fell asleep.

Keeping it simple, I threw on a pair of jogging sweats and a basic white T-shirt, then I slipped my feet into my slippers. I hadn’t bothered shaving and I didn’t care what my hair looked like at the moment. If anyone has a problem with my appearance, they can just not look at me.

I quickly made my way downstairs and to the back of the mansion where the huge garage was attached. It was large enough for several regular-sized vehicles and a few large moving trucks.

To my surprise, the first moving truck was completely empty. Somebody had already unloaded it. I didn’t even realize it when I was walking through the place.

On the other hand, the second moving truck was stuffed full of boxes. Luckily for me, they were all nicely labeled in Anika’s handwriting.

Since my work was my life, and it was one of the rooms where I wouldn’t disturb anybody’s slumber, I decided to start with those boxes. One-by-one, I carried the seven boxes full of documents and office decor, but I left the large filing cabinet for Quentin and Ramon to help me with later in the morning.

Over the next several hours, I buried myself in files. By the time I heard Dominique calling for me from his bedroom, it was almost ten o’clock already.

Without hesitation, I stopped sorting and left my office. Yes, work had been my life and would always be my life, but my son would always come first. No matter what.

When I reached Dominique, I reached down, positioned my hands under his arms and lifted him up. Right away, he threw his arms around me for a big hug, and that always brings a big smile to my face.

There is nothing like a child’s love and adoration. I couldn’t understand why Abrielle didn’t strive to achieve our son’s love and adoration like I do, but that was her problem now.

With Dominique glued to my side, I walked downstairs and entered the dining room, where half the staff was seated, enjoying a well-prepared breakfast, compliments of Anika.

“Look, dad! Sausage and pancakes!” Dominique happily pointed out, letting me know he was excited about the spread laid out on the table.

“Oui, Mon Nounours! It all looks scrumptious,” I agreed, setting him down in the chair closest to mine at the head of the table.

One could strongly feel the excitement among everybody. It didn’t seem like anybody was bummed about the move. If anything, they all seemed happy about it, and that was a relief for me.