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適応 (Adaptation)

Val's P.O.V

The sex was amazing.

I haven't been fucked that good in so long.

It was expected from Jacques though. He fucked with force and dominance, something I enjoyed.

But what wasn't expected was the love I felt. Each stroke, although rough, was gentle. Each kiss, although hard, was soft. It was something I hadn't felt in awhile. It was something I missed even if I tried not to miss it. It was something I'm happy Jacques did to me. I'm happy it was from him and no one else.

I looked at my phone awaiting a phone call from Abel. Still nothing.

Amber had an anxiety attack earlier this morning and he deserved to know even if Amber would fully object to him knowing anything about her that showed weakness. I knew he loved her. I saw it. Abel was a persistent person. He's been like that ever since I met him in that bar. That's how we happened. That's how all that is happened.

Well ... Besides Lauren wanting to murder me. That had nothing to do with Abel's persistence. Just Abel's happy-go-lucky dick.

"Mhm ... Val? You still there?" Jacques mumbled underneath his breath. I leaned towards him and gave him a kiss on the cheek to answer his question. He was fast asleep once again.

I looked at the clock and saw it was eight in the morning. I wrapped the covers around me and went to find the remote. I turned on the TV to see all the channels were talking about some shootout in a club. What was so important about this shootout that it was taking over almost all major news outlets?

"Same shit just a different day." I whispered to myself. I went to grab my robe until the news reporter said something to stop my tracks.

"We have been told from several witnesses that Abel Tesfaye, also known by his stage name The Weeknd, was seen in the club yesterday and never left."

I turned around to face the TV and on the screen were images of Abel entering the club. I shook my head in disbelief. If he was in the club while the shootout happened, they could've recognized him and tried to rob him ... Or try to kill him ...

I put on my pants and shirt as quickly as I could and put on my Nikes. Abel just can't be dead. He just can't be. Amber would be heartbroken ...

I ran out the door to see Lamar there. I haven't seen Lamar in a few years. He looked at me, shocked with his eyes full of lust. But his eyes were also red. Dude was high as fuck.

"V-Val? Is that really you? You look so ... so different."

"Yeah it's me. Lamar what you're doing here? How did you know where to find me?"

"Amber told me. I just actually just came from visiting her ... Abel man. Police came to my door and everything. He wasn't in the club after they went in."

I stared at him in confusion. How could be not be there? I mean it's great to hear because that means there's a chance that he is alive but then that means who the fuck took him?

"Val? Who's at the door?" I heard Jacques call from the bedroom.

"An old friend!" I responded back. "Come in Lamar." He went in first and I followed, locking the door behind me. I went to the kitchen and poured Lamar some orange juice. I gave it to him and sat next to him in silence. The same question was going through both our minds.

Where the fuck was Abel?

"Val you heard what happened at the club?" He came into the living room, a smile spread across his face. I was confused as to why he was so joyful at what was being said on the TV. People were dead and Abel was missing. But then I remembered I never told Jacques about Abel. I should've, especially when he found my stupid photo album, but I didn't.