Chapter 38
It does happen when I drink a lot of Jack Daniels.”
“And that is what you have been drinking.” he reminded her.
She moved away and wrote something down on a pad of paper. “Just take this. I am going to get my belongings, you can keep my dress,” she laughed as she put on his t–shirt.
He watched her walk out and move to the door. He sat on the floor by the door and watched her go to her room. His eyes rolled closed as he thought about how she looked naked.
“Sir…” He frowned and opened his eyes only to see a bellboy looking at him.
“What?”
“Your door is wide open, Sir,” as the bellboy spoke, Benjamin’s mind was filled with the events from the night before. He glanced around the room for Dora, but she was not there. He leaped up and ran down to her room.
“Dora!” He yelled as he burst through the open doorway, but there was just a maid there looking at him, with her mouth open.
“The woman in this room, where is she?” he asked.
“She just went downstairs to check out,” the bell boy said before Ben sprinted away from him, heading for the elevator.
“Benjamin,” someone yelled but he didn’t stop.
He pushed the button to call for the elevator, “Come on, come on,” He chanted as he looked at the floor numbers. It was too slow, so he ran for the stairs. He ran into the lobby and tripped over some luggage.
“Benjamin!” his sister, Alexis called and he looked around, knowing he was too late. Dora was gone.
“I need to find her.”
“Need to find who?” Milton asked.
“My wife,” he replied, standing up.
Ben walked over to the manager, who didn’t look pleased to see him. “Sir, please go back to your room,” he ordered.
“Tell me who was in five–seven–nine?” he countered and he shook his head at Benjamin.
“Sorry, I can’t.”
“How much money do you want?” he asked, patting for his wallet. He stopped when his hand didn’t touch his normal attire. He could tell that he was almost naked. All except for his silky boxers. That didn’t make things better. “I am just going to my room and get dressed,” he told the manager and walked away, whistling.
Benjamin turned but walked into Milton who was holding out some clothes. ‘I think you forgot these, he chuckled.
“Fuck off, Milton,‘ he hissed at the other, not in the mood. He needed to find his girl. “Wait, can you do a police search for her?” he asked Milton, he looked around the room and then at him.
“No, I can’t.”
“Fuck you then, he swore, storming away. He walked into the elevator and got dressed as it took him back to his floor.
“Benjamín, I can’t use my work for you to find some chick,” Milton sighed as he walked into Ben’s room. “What room was she in?”
‘Five–seven–nine,” he told Milton and received a peculiar look from the other.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes,” Ben glared at him.
“What did she look like?”
1/2
“Beautiful
old.”
– a sun–kissed tan, dark brown eyes, her hair was long, straight. She had a husky voice; she’s about five–four or five, about twenty–two–three years
“Anything else… where did she work?*
Benjamin thought about it. He knew that he had asked. What did she tell him again? “She worked in a library, Ben informed Milton as he remembered.
“Oh, Milton muttered, looking disappointed.
“What?” Ben snapped.
“I thought maybe it was my friend, she has a similar first name, but she’s way short only five–two; she’s older, like twenty–nine, and she’s pale as a ghost. Besides, she was in another room, so the other direction from your room.
Benjamin rolled his eyes, knowing Milton had been on at him to meet this chick he talked to on the airplane. Ben refused because Benjamin’s tastes and his were so different.
“Where are you, Dora?” he whispered. His eyes fell on the table, and he saw a piece of paper sitting there and he moved to it, picking it up.
‘Hey, this is a very drunk note to remind you that Nemo is your man, he’s going take care of us.‘
He pushed the note away as it didn’t give him much to go on. Then, he remembered that she had given him her number. It had been a home phone, which was great. People never changed their home phone numbers, especially in a day and age when home phones had gone out of fashion.
Benjamin grabbed his phone and clicked on the name Dora, smiling as it rang.
“Hello,” a gruff voice answered.
Benjamin opened and closed his mouth, swallowing. The following conversation told him that the only woman living in the house was the man’s grandmother. If he wanted to hook up with her, the man was sure the older woman would be pleased.
Benjamin closed his eyes, feeling defeated. “No, I must have gotten the wrong number,” he answered and then hung up.
It had been a week since he returned from Vegas. Everyone was curious about his ‘wedding‘. No matter how close–lipped Benjamin was, rumors flew around the hospital.
He looked down at his ring and sighed. Even with her being gone, he still couldn’t bring himself to take it off.
Okay, Benjamin, how are we going to find her? She gave you a number. But it must have been entered with other details, right?‘
With that in mind, he started going through all the possibilities but still came up blank. “What now?” he asked himself. “Marriage certificate,” he said with a snap of his fingers.
It took him a good few months to get to the right chapel and they agreed to send him a copy, telling him they already had his address down, but it could take up to ten weeks.
“Hold on, Dora. I will find you,” he whispered, wishing she could hear him.
