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I can barely keep myself awake, sitting on the round table, fidgetting like I've got ants crawling up my ass, trying to breathe in my three-piece suit.

The walls seem to be closing in on me and my vision is foggy. So that's why the first second the meeting is concluded, I'm the first to stand up and start shaking hands in respectful but quick farewells.

Dustin must have noticed my unusually pale complexion, bloodshot eyes and overall irritable demeanor because after the whole board dissembles and we all start to leave, he calls out to me as I am speeding my way to the elevator.

"You alright, Dean? You look like shit, brother, " he says honestly, but with a chuckle to soften the blow. My little brother is worried, which shows in his green eyes but I can't blame him.

I run my fingers through my damp black hair, wanting nothing more than to catch my jet and leave Nevada as soon as possible.

I need it now.

I need it badly.

I can't do it anymore. Can't stay away for another second.

At the start of the week, first, I started noticing the three days that I went without it; they were not easy but bearable enough to get through and I was able to act as if my whole body wasn't starting to disagree with me.

Then I started noticing the painfully-slow hours during the next two days as I went from meetings to other work-related get-togethers then to my empty hotel room, I could start to feel in my bones every painful minute and miserable second of my day without it, my body was truly starting to rebel against my time away.

Then this morning, on my last day of the week, I didn't have to wake up, because I never even went to sleep last night.

And now, I'm just waiting to tumble. I'm a dying man, looking and soon to be a walking corpse.

"Dustin, hey, man." I clear my throat, turning to face my little brother, honestly surprised that I am still able to stand on my own since I can actually feel my body shutting down as if I'll soon die on this business trip if I don't hurry to that plane and leave for New York immediately.

For a full year now, this is the longest I've gone away without it and it is as if my heart knows this, it beats furiously in protest, pumping my blood hot in frustrating.

My brother can never understand my unique ordeal, especially since I'm ultimately a stranger to him now, haven't interacted with him for nearly a year. So that's why I choose to lie to him as I answer, "Yeah, I'm good, Dustin. I'll see you later, alright." I tap on his shoulder lightly and turn on my heels. My steps hurried as I walk away, feeling as if I'm on the verge of collapsing.

On the flight, I go through this agonizing loop; falling asleep and waking up approximately thirty times. I dream about it, about having it, about taking it, about tasting it, only to wake up with a start and get attacked by a massive headache after realizing that I am still not in New York yet.

What will happen once I get there? Will I learn that I need to stay away for longer? Will my past be enough to destroy the best thing I ever had? Will I lose my mind if I'm pushed away again like the last time? But this time rejected for good?

That, I know the answer too; yes. Most definitely, I will lose my mind. Perhaps my life. Most definitely my life, as I can't live without it.

My outer and inner muscles ache as I quiver with the need, my craving eating at me from the inside, my body irritable and severely tense. I can't even manage to breathe properly. It hurts to breathe and it hurts worst whenever I masochistically decide to humor the possibility of never having it again, of losing it for good because of my stupid life and mistakes, because of who I am.

I lost my appetite two days ago, so my stomach growls unpleasantly at every turn. The cold meat platter the flight attendant placed in from of me just made things worst.

The hours pass by as if my own life is passing by.

When I'm not sleeping, the hallucinations start again; they're a mix between memories and fantasies, and they are both my heaven and hell and they make my cock hard as a rock, leaving me with no relief as it throbs constantly due to my vivid imagination.

For the whole week now, even after making progress with my company and adding a few hundred millions to my and my partners' pockets, the first good news I've heard is when my pilot announces that we've landed in Naples, New York.

The second best news is my driver telling me that I'm home.

Feeling disoriented and half-dead, I struggle to see in the dark night, as I fumble with the keys she gave me a year ago, inviting me to live with her in her crazy, weird life. My body is lifeless, my vision is hazy and my mouth is dry, my breath is heavy as I unlock the front door.

As soon as I enter the dim-lighted house, I can immediately feel myself breathing better and easier, like my body knows I'm home and welcomes the air in me, the life back in me; it has very little to do with the fact that I am now surrounded by an indoor garden, being greeted by literally dozens of fresh plants and sweet-scented, colorful flowers in the small, one-bedroom apartment.

Taking off my jacket, I go straight to the bedroom. My heart and body eager and desperate, and hot but in the best way. "Sunny, " I call quietly, my voice is weak but loud enough to wake up the parrot in the room and the bird starts echoing me, calling for my Sunny too.

I hear the first noise of her sleepy purr as I approach the bed and rips the cover off of her, flinging it aside. I groan in powerful delight at the sight of her revealed softness, feeling the blood pumping again through my whole body as I discover her naked curves and glowing skin, waiting there for me. My stiff cock begging to be inside her, aching to the point of agony.

"My soul, " she says, groggily, stirring and moaning softly as she awakens. Then she lifts up her arms to embrace me.

I fall into her, needing her touch like the oxygen it is for me. "Oh, Sunny, never again. Everywhere I go from now on, you're coming with me. I'm not going through that ever again, " I mumble, passionately, my voice husky with need as I bury my face in her neck, inhaling her addicting scent. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry that you had to make me go."

She wraps her hand around me, kissing my hair. "Never again, " she says softly as I breathe in and out onto her neck, her skin pressed flushed against my own as the usual electricity between us starts to spark, charging me up, getting my body ready for her, getting hers ready for me.

"Never again will I let myself be deprived like this. I've missed you so much, my Sunny. Never again."

"Here." She opens her legs for me, spreading her sweet, wet cunt to my view, and in a moment, of which I find too long, I quickly unbuckle my belt and let my throbbing, hard cock spring up free.

I inhale and exhale deeply in relief as I look up and stroke myself up once, thanking the Gods above for helping me survive this ordeal and letting me come home to what I need to breathe.

"Never again, " I repeat, my raspy voice rough and hard around the words as I think back to the awful week I've just had to endure without her, but my heart is so thankful as I look down at my love, my life, my everything, and I settle in between her legs, positioning myself to her heavenly entrance.

With one move, I shove myself into her warm, tight sweetness, burying myself to the very brink, where I fucking belong. Getting my first fix in what has been an agonizing week that I'm swearing here and now to only experience again when I'm in Hell.