Part 16… awh... my baby has reached sweet 16. It's kind of a short one. Hope you like.

Author notes: This is a multi chapter kind of thing... and for the first time I'm trying out the first person view when writing.

Rated R for safety

Disclaimer: If you recognize it then I don't own it. A few of the characters are though, such as Cat, Mia, Maria and Tina. Any resemblance between them and any living, dead or fictional characters is purely coincidental! No copyright infringement intended in any way or form.

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*Cat*

Three weeks have passed. Three weeks where we've spent every night together. Three weeks of him arriving in my apartment after sunset and leaving just around sunrise. Three weeks of falling asleep in his arms and waking up in his arms. Three weeks. I don't think I've ever been this happy before, or this scared. I know he's hiding something from me. It's so obvious at times and then other times I think it's just in my head.

He hasn't once invited me back to his place. Not since that first time when I had to say no because I had an early morning. He has asked me to meet him in his office downtown a few times. Each time that hawk of a secretary keeps her watchful eye on me, and each time Josef has been in a meeting. These meetings have made me even more certain that he is hiding something. I've seen his lawyer, the head of his finance dept, entertainment section, Human resources and what not parade by me after meetings with Josef. All women and all with that annoying blissful grin on their lips that makes me want to wring their necks. He says he's not sleeping with them, and strangely enough I believe him. Josef has never lied to me, not to my knowledge, and I have a feeling that he would answer any questions truthfully. I'm just afraid I wouldn't like the answers.

Tonight, for the first time in these three weeks, we're spending the night apart. Josef is having a poker night with his guys. I was sitting alone in my apartment, curled up by the window lost in thought. Going through everything that has happened since we met. Adding up all the little facts about him that has me convinced he has a secret, and one that I'm not completely sure I want to find out about.

The most obvious fact is that he's never around during daylight hours. I've never once seen him outside during the day. I've seen him in his office but that's not the same. I know he doesn't always sleep when he spends the night at my place. Little things such as a paper lying in a different place makes me certain that while I'm sound asleep, he's walking around in my apartment.

Another thing… he never eats. In all our time together I've never seen him eat anything. He drinks a glass of wine, or a scotch, but I've never seen him eat. Also, his skin is cold. Much colder than mine and lately, I've slowly come to notice that I can't really hear a heartbeat when I'm snuggled up to his chest. Little comments he makes at times also adds to the facts making me sure there's a secret he's hiding from me. A secret that has my mind spinning.

What if he is what I'm starting to suspect he is? What then? He's so sweet, so caring and I know he cares deeply for me. It's there in his eyes, in his movements, in the soft words he whispers to me as we make love. But, I'm not sure how I'd handle that. I have to figure that out before I talk to him. I can't ask him the necessary questions unless I think I can handle the answers.

To be continued