“Oh, honey, I wish I could,” Rosie said. “But I have an open house that day. What about one of your sisters?” “They’re doing a spa day together,” Jack replied with a sigh. “It’s okay, Mum, I’ll figure it out.” Jack hung up the call and leaned back in his office chair. Fucking Carter. Jack was certain the guy had somehow known no one was available to babysit, but then scheduled the interview for Jack, anyway. Carter did shit like that just to piss him off, Jack was sure of it. “Who pissed in your cornflakes?” Finn asked, coming into the room and flopping into the chair opposite Jack. “Carter,” Jack replied. “He scheduled an interview with Thomas Blayne from Odinica.” “Are they the ones who are developing VR gaming systems?” Finn asked, sitting forward in the chair. “Yes,” Jack replied, running a hand through his hair. “But it’s next weekend and I have no one to look after Riley.” Finn winced. “I would look after Riley if I could—” Jack waved Finn’s comment away. “It’s o
“Long day,” she replied, forcing a smile to her face. Jack looked at her for a long time before he nodded. “We should talk.” Before she could say anything, Peyton got the attention of the room and started asking about what food everyone wanted to order. Dianna hardly paid attention and just agreed with what everyone else decided on. She was too hung up on the whole ‘we need to talk’ thing. What did he want to talk about? Was he going to call off whatever it was that was happening between them? Was it about tomorrow night? Was there still going to be a tomorrow night after the way she flubbed that text message today? He pressed his thigh into hers, and her anxiety eased just a fraction. She looked up at him and he was looking at her like he could read every single emotion that had crossed her face like it was a pop-up ad. She opened her mouth to speak, but Finn sat beside Jack, taking his attention from her. “Did you find someone to look after Riley?” Finn asked.
Dianna tried to ignore the pain as she cleaned her apartment. She stripped the bed, scrubbed the bathroom, and even put away her clean laundry. She was nervous about the coming evening; nervous and excited. She had to keep moving, or she thought she would go insane. And still, the pain built. It didn’t help that she pushed herself and ignored the warning signs. She fought back the desire to collapse on the couch and rest. Her brain was too busy to rest, and she wanted her apartment to be spotless for when Jack arrived. She couldn’t relax, no matter how much her body demanded it. The day seemed to crawl by, which was good in one respect—it gave her all the time she needed to clean her house—but it was also bad because it wound her body up in a tight spiral of anxiety. Yes, she’d slept with Jack before, but this felt different. This was planned, not spontaneous like it had been last time. Jack was coming over for sex and there was no way she could paint a different picture. Th
“I like that look in your eye,” he said as he crawled onto the bed between her thighs. “What look?” she asked. “The one that tells me you want me as much as I want you.” His hot mouth found her nipple through the sheer lace of her bra and Dianna let her head fall back and a moan escaped her lips. “I do,” she replied. Her shoulder stiffened. Holding the position was hard and the pain was stealing her attention, so she let herself fall slowly back to the bed, reducing the strain and relieving the ache. Jack followed her down, a low growl of approval in his throat. It hummed against her skin and sent a flood of warmth through her body. Her aches and pains dulled, not completely disappearing, but ebbing away to the background of her mind while those wonderful, lusty hormones overran her nervous system. Again Dianna wished she could produce a synthetic equivalent to use for pain relief. Jack nipped her with his teeth and lifted his head. “Where’d you just go?”
report. Dianna groaned. She ached. Her entire body ached. Even her hair ached. She laid still and tried to catalog everything, sorting out what was genuine pain and what was just pain from lying in one position too long. A soft snore from beside her made her eyes fly open, and she slowly turned her head to see Jack. He was still sound asleep, his lashes kissing the apples of his cheeks and hiding those grey eyes she loved so much. This would be the bit in the story when all her pain miraculously disappeared as she looked at the man she’d fallen in love with…but no. Dianna wished it was that easy. She wished a magic penis could take away all her pain, or an earth-moving orgasm could heal her defective body. She may have moments while in the throes of passion where her pain receded, but there was nothing and no one who could take it away completely. And she was okay with that. Actually, no. She wasn’t okay with that, but she had made her peace with it at least.
“Kara,” Celine said with a growl. “I get that she’s sick, but she really messed Riley up, you know?” Jack frowned. “Did something happen last night?” Celine waved his concern away. “No, he was fine. A little quiet at first, but he actually handled it better than I expected. I just mean...the way Kara has been in and out of his life has got to affect him.” “Yeah,” Jack said, running his hand through his hair with a heavy sigh. “Which is why I’m concerned about bringing Dianna into the mix. He’s had enough women leave him in his life—” “One woman, Jack,” Celine said. “And I’m a little offended that you don’t credit me and Mum and Tamara and Krista for sticking by you and being constants in Riley’s life.” Jack blinked up at his sister. She was right. He’d spent so long thinking women, in general, couldn’t be trusted when he’d had these four amazing women sticking steadfastly in his life. They had never let him down, not like Kara had. In fact, Kara was the only w
With the launch only a week away, Dianna had very little time to spend with Jack. They managed a couple of dinners together with Riley, but they were often cut short because she had work she needed to do. The interest in Paper Gate had increased exponentially with Jack’s articles and then the other bloggers and YouTubers who’d gained access in the week before launch. All that interest and attention only made Dianna’s stress load heavier. She struggled to keep focussed when what she really wanted to do was run around in circles pulling at her hair and screaming at the top of her lungs…okay, maybe that wasn’t what she really wanted to do. No. What she really, really wanted to do was burrow under her covers and hide from the world. Why the hell had she put herself in this position? When Dianna originally pitched the game to Mason, she’d thought it would go the way of all the other games under the Black Sheep banner. No individual game designer was singled out for attention. That wo
Jack took in her pale skin, so translucent he could see the blue cast of her veins beneath it. Her eyes were red-rimmed, and she moved jerkily as she tried to sit up revealing an open bottle of pills beneath her body. “What the fuck, Dianna,” he growled, jumping away from her. Flashbacks of seeing Kara in similar states had him backing away from Diana as his anger built, overtaking his panic and worry. Dianna squeezed her eyes closed and groaned as she tried to lever herself up to a sitting position. She slumped back against the vanity, her eyes still closed and her breathing labored. “I’m…sick,” she whispered. Jack snorted. “Sick? Or high?” She opened her eyes and frowned up at him. “High?” He reached over her and flung open the medicine cabinet, revealing her bottles and packets of medication. “High,” he growled. “Are you on drugs, Dianna?” He slammed the cabinet doors and turned away from her, running a hand through his hair as he tried to make sense of what he was se