Chapter 88 The Sheets

Dordrich Fellogan She left with the northern sun six weeks ago. Those were the hardest weeks of my life. I miss her terribly, this separation is unbearable. I live like a zombie, commit acts in a kind of automatism and have not relaxed in all that time. A few weeks ago my secretary dared me to understand, she pointed out that I was heading for a mental breakdown. In all those weeks, a smile has never crossed my face and my gaze is aimless, she complained. But how and for what can I laugh when the light has gone from my life? Loraine! Can a man really be as totally drunk with a woman as I am? I went to our penthouse almost every day, not changing the sheets with the smell of our last sex. It's like I'm lying in her arms, breathing in her scent. My princess, where are you? When I woke up after our wonderful night, she was gone. She was not at her house, nor was she at her company. Once when I couldn't stand it anymore, I stormed in, flew past her secretary to see with my o