Casual Sext: A Bad Boy Contemporary Romance

by Lisa Lace

  I go to the car and drive to the hospital. As I draw near to its bright lights, I pray that I’ll turn into the parking lot and see Megan standing out front.

  She’s not there.

  I park and go inside. I stop at the receptionist’s desk to ask again if anybody has seen Megan. She doesn’t remember seeing anyone matching Meg’s description.

  I head to Laura’s room. Still empty. I scan the corridor. There’s no sign of Megan. Picking up the pace a little, I jog to the café. She’s not there.

  I search everywhere in the hospital I can think to look. In the end, I have to admit defeat. I go back to the car, sit in the driver’s seat, and call Zoe.

  “Any sign of her?”

  “No,” Zoe answers. “She’s not there?”

  “I can’t find her.”

  A pause. “Come home. We’ll call the police.”

  “The police?”

  “She’s a missing person.”

  “She’s fifteen, and it’s only been a couple of hours.”

  “Come home, and we’ll talk about it.”

  I drive back to Laura’s house, my stomach twisting in nervous knots. I have no idea where Megan could be, and the thought of getting the police involved makes the danger seem too real.

  She’s not in danger. She’s taken off somewhere because she’s scared.

  I pull up outside Laura’s house and let myself in. Zoe is still pacing in the living room where I left her. When I enter, she breathes a sigh of relief and rushes into my arms.

  “Still no sign of her?” I ask.

  Zoe shakes her head. “I’m getting worried, Tom. It’s nearly midnight.”

  “Have you tried Megan’s cell again?”

  “A hundred times. I don’t know if it’s turned off or out of power. I want to call the police.”

  “They won’t take it seriously, Zoe. Megan’s practically an adult.”

  “Practically an adult? Tom, she’s fifteen!”

  “And spending nearly every night at her boyfriend’s. She’s probably out with friends right now.”

  “If we call the police, they can keep looking for her.”

  “I don’t think we need to do that yet.”

  “She’s a young woman out alone at night in the dark in the dead of winter! She could be abducted, or worse. She could get herself drunk, fall into a ditch and freeze to death. It’s our job to keep her safe!”

  My sister is fighting for her life. My niece is missing. The woman I love is tearing into me. I’ve missed my last four business meetings online. Everything is piling up. And it’s all on you, Tom.

  “It’s not my job!” I flare. “My job was to visit for Christmas: to show my face, do my time, and go back home.”

  Zoe’s eyes widen. Her lips part. She scowls. “Is that what this is about? That ‘family drama’ is getting too much for you?”

  “I didn’t sign up for a search and rescue, Zoe. She’s a fifteen-year-old girl who’s had another rough patch in life. She’s probably holed up with some girlfriends, talking about how evil we are for not staying at the hospital.”

  “Maybe she’s not wrong! You were eager to leave, Tom!”

  “I didn’t hear you complaining! Aren’t you the one who always says the kids are the priority? I thought they’d do better at home.”

  “I want to call the police.”

  “Fine.”

  We call the police. It takes them twenty minutes to arrive. In that time, Zoe and I sit on opposite sides of the sofa, not looking at each other, not talking. Every now and then, she glares daggers at me.

  Can you blame her, Tom?

  At last, two police officers arrive. It’s twelve-thirty by now, and as much as I’ve tried to convince Zoe that Megan’s out with friends, my own doubts are creeping in. It’s too late for a young woman to be out alone.

  My head’s about to split open from all the worry I’m carrying. In one part of this town, Laura is having a blood clot cut out of her chest. Somewhere else, Megan’s out there; alone and in a bad state.

  The officers take a seat in the living room. The older of the two takes out a notepad and begins to ask questions. “Can you describe the missing person?”

  Zoe’s quick to answer. “Her name’s Megan Demont. She’s fifteen, about this tall. She’s got long blonde hair.”

  “What was she last wearing?”

  “I didn’t see her leave. She’s taken her purse with her. It’s black, with a red tassel and a gold clasp. She’s also wearing her favorite boots. They’re brown with a small heel. She usually wears a chunky knitted gray scarf when the weather’s like this.”

  “Do you believe she left of her own accord?”

  I answer. “We were here the whole time. She must have snuck out.”

  The officer nods. “Is that usual behavior for her?”

  I look to Zoe. She knows better than me.

  “She’s been acting out recently. Her mom is seriously ill. She’s been spending more time at her boyfriend’s lately, staying out late.”

  “Have you contacted the boyfriend?”

  “I’ve called his mother,” I say. “She says he’s at a friend’s tonight.”

  The officers exchange glances. The one asking the questions looks back at me. “And have you confirmed his story with this friend?”

  I raise my eyebrows, looking across at Zoe hopefully. “You think he’s acting as an alibi?”

  “It’s not unusual for young couples to lie for each other in situations like these. You should find out which friend this boy is supposed to be with, and check his story. If he’s not there, it’s likely that they’re together.”

  Relief washes over me. Maybe she’s safe after all.

  The officer senses my relief and smiles. “I don’t think you’ve got anything to worry about. We see this sort of thing all the time. To be safe, though, I’m going to log her in the system and send out a couple of our teams to have a look for her. She’s under twenty-one, so we’re not taking any chances, especially if she’s had a traumatic day.”

  “Thank you, Officer.”

  “No problem. If she turns up, please contact us so we can call off the search. If we find her, we’ll call you. If you haven’t heard from her within twenty-four hours, come by the station, and we’ll implement a more thorough search strategy.”

  The officers leave, and I feel some of the weight of that worry lifted from my shoulders. I turn to Zoe. “That’s good news, right?”

  “A stranger’s best guess? He doesn’t know Megan. She could still be anywhere.”

  “I’ll call Tess first thing in the morning.”

  “What about tonight?”

  “What do you want me to do? We’ve looked everywhere we can think to look. We’ve called the police. We need to wait here for her.”

  Zoe folds her arms over her chest. “Why aren’t you more worried about her?”

  “I am worried, but we’ve got no reason to lose our heads right now. While we’re out looking for Megan, we could find out that Laura’s flatlined. I’m trying to do the best for both of them.”

  “Don’t say that.” Zoe gasps. “That’s not going to happen.”

  “I know it’s not.”

  “Jesus, Tom, you can be so cold.”

  “Cold? I’m doing the best I can.”

  “It’s like this isn’t happening to you. You’re acting like you’re working your way through a business problem. Where’s the emotion?”

  I hold up my hands. “I don’t know what you want from me.”

  Zoe walks away, shaking her head. She doesn’t say anything else to me. She just disappears upstairs. I hear her on the phone again, calling Tess at one-thirty in the morning.

  I set up my bed on the sofa, but I can’t sleep. I keep thinking of Megan, out on the streets, or at some wild party. God knows what she’s up to right now, or who she’s with. My mind runs through every worst-case scenario. I feel sick to my stomach.

  Then my thoughts turn to Laura. I imagi
ne surgeons tearing her rib cage apart to claw at her veins. Is that how this surgery works? Grisly operations dance in my head. I can’t stand the thought of Laura being ripped apart on a cold metal table.

  How can Zoe say I’m cold? I’d do anything for them.

  Zoe

  Megan doesn’t show up. I’m too sick with worry to eat, so I leave without staying for breakfast. I can feel Tom’s eyes boring into me as I walk away.

  I want to be searching for Megan, but I know that I’ll be no good on foot. I also want to be at my store in case she shows up there, but my mind is far from work. My cell is glued to my hand. Every little noise or rustle in the store has me staring at the screen, hoping for a message or a call. Dreading a message or a call.

  I start to look back through old messages between Tom and me while my cell is in my palm.

  I’ve waited forever to meet someone like you.

  You’re so funny. I can’t wait to see that smile.

  I like to imagine us somewhere away from the rest of the world, curled up in a bed somewhere, watching waves; maybe lying under the stars. We talk about our futures, and it’s not through messages. It’s real. We’re in each other’s arms.

  I think I’m falling for you.

  My heart breaks. I weep into my hands. Everything that’s happened has only served to come between us. Every time we get close, something rips us apart. Maybe it’s not meant to be.

  Don’t think about him. Megan’s still out there.

  I’m worried sick about Laura and Megan. Nobody has called me about either. I’m entirely in the dark. I’ve left Megan at least a dozen voicemails, begging her to come home or get in touch. Nothing.

  I consider dialing Tom’s number; my finger brushes over my cell’s screen and stops poised above his name. I press the home screen and place my phone down on the counter. I don’t want to talk to him right now.

  I’m furious with how he acted last night. His niece was in danger, and Tom was feeling sorry for himself.

  That’s the problem with Tom. He’s a flight risk. I guess I should have known. It’s not like Laura didn’t warn me. This is what Tom does; he gets so close, but one challenge too many, and he backs away.

  Can I ever be with a man who can’t step up when it matters most?

  Tom

  As soon as I’ve taken Jack to school, I start searching for Megan again. Tess gives me the name and number of the person Justin was supposed to be staying with the night before.

  When I call, it’s a teenage boy who answers. “Hello?”

  “Hi. My name’s Tom. I’m looking for Justin.”

  “He just left.”

  “He was there last night?”

  “Yup. Here all night.”

  “Do you know where he is now?”

  “No idea.”

  “Thanks.”

  I hang up, frustrated. My last shred of hope has been extinguished. At least if Megan had been with Justin, she wouldn’t have been alone.

  With no more leads to go on, the only thing I can do is drive around. I go from place to place, asking everyone if they’ve seen her. She’s not in any of the coffee shops or restaurants. I don’t find her at the park or gym. No luck at the cinema or mall.

  That worry inside me grows. My lungs constrict. If Megan is missing, Laura will never forgive me. I’ll never forgive myself. I should have watched her closer. I should have cared more.

  Zoe was right.

  When I’ve spent three hours driving around, I head to the police station. I go up to the desk and give the officer the case details. “She’s still not come home,” I tell her. “The boyfriend’s story checks out. She’s nowhere to be found.”

  “Sir, we’re following procedure,” the woman vows. “We’ve had officers looking for her.”

  “It’s not enough. We need to start investigating.”

  “If we have cause to believe any harm has or could come to her, that’s exactly what we’ll do. Right now, the most likely scenario is that she’s run away.”

  “She’s been away all night without telling us where she is. Isn’t that enough to consider that harm might come to her? It’s freezing outside. What if she’s been on the streets?”

  “If anybody was taken to the hospital with Megan’s description, we’d know about it. Sir, the best thing you can do is wait at home in case she comes back. Keep your cell fully charged. We will contact you if we find anything at all. If she’s not found by this evening, we’ll be more than willing to discuss this further.”

  I leave, furious. Why don’t they care? I’m shocked when I realize Zoe’s words are echoing through my own mind. I understand why she was upset last night.

  I start thinking through all my options if Megan isn’t found today. She’ll be on the front page of every publication I own. I’ll call in every favor until she’s home.

  My cell starts to vibrate in my pocket. I pick it up, expecting it to be Zoe checking in. Maybe she’s forgiven me.

  I can’t believe my eyes when I see it’s Megan calling. I almost drop my Bluetooth in my rush to answer. “Megan?”

  She’s crying. “Uncle Tom?”

  “Where are you? Are you okay? Where have you been? Jesus, Megan, I’ve been worried sick.”

  Megan’s sobbing on the line. I realize that raising my voice is doing no good, so I lower it to a level volume, and speak in a gentler tone. “What’s going on, kiddo? We’ve been looking for you.”

  “I was with Justin, but we got in a fight, and now he’s gone.”

  “Where are you now?”

  She hesitates, then stammers out the truth. “Boston?”

  My heart drops to my stomach. “You’re in Massachusetts?”

  She cries some more. “Please don’t tell my mom or Aunt Zoe. I’m sorry.”

  “It’s all right. Calm down. I’ll come and get you. Where are you specifically?”

  “I’m at a motel. The Ramada.”

  “What’s the address?”

  She reels it off, and I write it down.

  “Are you still in the room?”

  Her sobbing intensifies. “No. Check-out was two hours ago. I’m stuck in the lobby.”

  “Do you have enough money to book another room?”

  “No. My card’s maxed out.”

  “I’m going to transfer some money over. I want you to book another room, and stay there until I get there. Order room service. Get yourself some lunch. Whatever you need. Stay put. I’m coming.”

  “Thanks, Uncle Tom. I’m so sorry.”

  “It’s all right, Megan. I’m on my way.” I open my laptop and immediately transfer a couple hundred dollars to Megan’s account. Then I call Zoe.

  She answers on the first ring. “Tom! Any news?”

  “I know where she is.”

  “Thank God. Where is she?”

  “She was with Justin. Don’t worry. I’m going to get her now.”

  “I’m going to kill that boy.”

  “Tess is going to be hearing about it, don’t you worry. I wish I knew the kid who lied to me on the phone. You can relax now. She’s safe, and will be home tonight.”

  “Tom?”

  “Yeah?”

  “Thank you, and I’m sorry.”

  “What for?”

  “For the things I said last night. I was scared, and I took it out on you.”

  “No, you were right. I was cold. It took me a bit longer than you for the panic to kick in, but when it did, it was intense. I don’t blame you for calling me out.”

  “We’ll talk tonight.”

  “We should. We might be a bit late getting in, but don’t worry. Oh, that reminds me. Can you pick up Jack?”

  “Of course. How far are you going? Where was she?”

  “It doesn’t matter. She’s safe. That’s all. Look, I have to go. I’ll see you when we get in.”

  “Thanks, Tom. Bye.”

  I’m still outside the police station. I step back in and sheepishly explain what’s happened.


  The officer smiles knowingly but doesn’t gloat. “I’m glad she’s turned up safe. I’ll take her off the system.”

  “Thank you.”

  I get back in my car, fill up with gas, and begin the two-hour journey to Massachusetts.

  I pull up outside the Ramada and call Megan on my cell. Two minutes later, she appears at the entrance, and timidly opens the car door and climbs in.

  Keeping my emotions in check, I raise my eyebrows. “Quite the adventure you went on last night. Want to talk about it?”

  “No.”

  I take a moment to look Megan over before I set off. Her eyes are tear-stained, and her clothes are a bit disheveled—probably from sleeping in them. But other than that, she looks unharmed.

  “Are you okay?” I ask her. “Are you hurt?”

  “No, Uncle Tom. I’m fine. I just want to go home.”

  I look at her more carefully. Her skin is gray, and she has one arm wrapped around her middle like she feels sick.

  I recognize that look. “Hungover?”

  She looks up guiltily. She doesn’t answer, but her face says it all.

  “Did they serve you alcohol in there?” I’m ready to get out the car and give them a piece of my mind.

  Megan shakes her head, and shuts her eyes, leaning back against the headrest. “No. Justin took a bottle of vodka from home.”

  My grip tightens on the steering wheel as I step on the gas. “Let me get this right: Justin steals you away in the middle of the night, drives you out of state, gets you drunk enough to be hungover the next day, then leaves you stranded alone at a motel?”

  She starts sobbing. “I know. Fucking bastard.”

  “Language.”

  Half a smile emerges through the tears. “Uncle Tom, you’re learning.”

  I hold in my own smile. This situation is too serious to joke about. “This isn’t funny, Megan. What happened last night was very serious. We went to the police.”

  She winces at the thought and gazes down at her lap. “I’m really sorry.”

  “What were you thinking?”

  “It was Justin’s idea.”

  “What was he planning?”

  “He said we should go to New York.”