Waking up, Jackson isn’t in bed next to me, and the girls are still asleep. Walking around, I can see Jackson still isn’t home. It’s 6 am so. clearly, there was a lot of trouble at the business. I should use this free time to get started on my own business.
Everything is coming along great. The building is apparently looking fantastic, based on the images I have received. I have been trying to stay away from it while it is being renovated, so I don’t delay it. I have the flyers and everything, an online booking system, a date to open and hundreds of emails from potential trainers and customers.
I had decided on pole dancing classes, lap dance, general meet-up groups and confidence booster classes. The whole aim is to make women feel more confident and happier. Those who struggle with confidence can come as a group for a fun night out, or on their own.
I have online interviews booked for the trainers rather than face-to-face. While the building is off-limits,
“Hey Kitten, what did your Dad say?” He pats the floor next to him. Walking over, I sit down, holding one of the toys. “Not much. He’s coming down. He said he doesn’t want to do it over the phone, which means it is something bad.” His arm wraps around me. “You got through it already. Finding out what happened is not going to hurt you now. Go get some work done. I can’t wait to see your business up and running.” Maybe working will help keep my mind off it until my Dad gets here so, reluctantly, I walk upstairs to the office. My mind is wondering about everything. My eyes blankly stare at the wall. The door opens. Turning my head to see who it is, I see my Dad standing there. Have I really been sitting here doing nothing for that long? My body instantly jumps up and runs to him, my arms wrapping around him, embracing him. I have missed his scent. I have missed my Dad. “Right, come on, sit and let me explain.” He sits down. “You
Taking my clothes off, I kneel on the floor, waiting for him to start, my mind slowly closing off, all the thoughts flying away. If you could see my thoughts now, they would be like a thousand butterflies flying high, escaping my body, being free and beautiful. Leaving nothing but silence behind, a beautiful empty space. I hear his footsteps coming towards me. His hand grasps mine to pull me up. Turning to look at him, I can feel myself melt. He is standing there in leather trousers. I want to jump on him! He is teasing and playing unfairly. He knows it, and I love it. “I’m not going to blindfold or gag my Kitten for this. I think you will want to see.” Oh, hell yes, I want to see it. Just the sight of him is turning me on so, not a chance. I want to see him while he plays. Leading me over to the wooden table, his arms wrap around me, lifting me on it. He pushes me back, so I’m lying down. My arms stretch high above my head, the feel
Waking up, he is out of bed. My body is sensitive, far too sensitive. The door opens. Jackson stands there in leather trousers, a tray in one hand and the laptop in the other. “Good morning, Kitten. I have your breakfast.” My smile grows big, at the thought of him bringing me breakfast in bed, and the fact that he is wearing the leather trousers just for me. “Thank you, Sir. You look especially hot this morning.” His smile twists into a teasing one. “Well, Kitten, you see, I had a good night last night, tormenting a perfect little pussy. I have to say, I think it has a fetish for my love.” Nodding, I agree. “Oh Sir, it certainly does. You are its only sin, the only one to break me down while I love it and fix me back again.” He places the tray down, the laptop next to me as well, his lips kissing mine. “Well, I figured you could do your daily blog post from here. I will leave you to it, Kitten.” He walks towards the
Things are great. Everything is looking up. Reaching a crossroad, I put my foot on the brakes, but nothing happens. Panic rises in me. I look at Jackson, turning the corner, grateful there are no cars. “The brakes aren’t working, Jackson.” My voice is panicked, my legs shaking, unsure what to do. His laugh throws me. Does he think this is a joke? I have already crashed a car once this month. “Jackson, I mean it. What the hell do I do?” He looks up at me now. Seeing the panic in my eyes, his whole body shifts. “Right, change gears, slowly, keep dropping until your in second and move your foot off the clutch slowly.” I do as he says, moving my foot off the clutch slowly, unsure of what ‘slowly’ means. “Good, I am going to pull the hand brake. We should be going slowly enough that it doesn’t throw us off the road.” Watching as his hand grips it, I close my eyes, not wanting to see. “Alena,
He seems fine like nothing has happened at all, like there is no one trying to kill us. How can he be so sane? “I know, Jackson, stop acting like everything is fine. I know it wasn’t an accident.” He laughs in response to my outburst. “Alena, I know you were listening. I am not a fool. We just need to try to work out who it might be.” I have no one. Still, not a single person I can think of that might do it to me. “I don’t know what you think but, there has been talk about your Mum Alena?” I shoot Marcus a glare. Seriously, I don’t even know her. She doesn’t know me. Why would she want to hurt us? “Not a chance. She doesn’t know me to want to hurt me.” Jackson looks at Marcus, then at me, his thoughts processing, and then he decides to speak. “Actually, it could be plausible She could have kept track of you all the years, and the fact I am with you sparked this. Maybe it is the fact that you now
When she does, I know she is my Mum instantly - fiery, red curly hair and her face resemble mine. How did Jackson not connect the dots when he first saw me? “Anaya, it is lovely to meet you.” I stand up as she approaches the table, I shake my head. “No, it is Alena.” I sit down. She sits opposite me, unsure of what to say. Jackson walks over with the drinks. “Mr Reeves, what a pleasant surprise to see you here. Business meeting?” She clearly has no idea about us, so it isn’t her trying to hurt us. “You could say that.” He sits next to me. His hand grips and squeezes mine, trying to comfort me. She doesn’t look pleased at all. She looks furious. She certainly had no idea until now that I am with Jackson. “Not a chance. Leave my daughter alone. You're no good for her. Anaya, you can do better.” She frowns. “Alena!” My voice is loud. People turn to look at us. I turn my hand to face her.
Sitting, I try to sort myself out. I don’t want to go in looking broken. I don’t want her to get to me like this. “Are you okay Alena?” Marcus finally breaks the silence, which, in a way, I am grateful for. “I am just angry, honestly, more angry than anything else. The fact that she is judging Jackson when she is well, her. On the plus side, I have a sister.” Marcus grins, the look on his face teasing. “Don’t even think about it, Marcus. You’re staying well away from her.” “Well, can I at least know if she is like you?” Laughing, I shake my head and lie. “No, she has brown hair, a big nose, and goofy teeth, so not your type.” I laugh. He is joking, trying to take my mind off things. I am grateful for that. “With your blessing, she might be my type.” He nudges me, winking. I am glad he came and not Jackson. “Anyway, did you have any issues with the girls?” I laugh now, remem
Waking up, Jackson is still asleep. Going downstairs quietly, I begin cooking breakfast, figuring I would give him breakfast in bed. Nearly finished with the cooking, Marcus comes in. Looking at him, I am shocked. “What has happened?” I grab the first aid kit, trying to clean his cuts. It is seven o’clock. Where had he been all night? “I am fine Alena, I have had worse, remember.” He grins at me, but I have a sense he’s trying to hide something from me. “What happened Marcus?” I look at him waiting. “My tire blew. It wasn’t an accident. It looked like there was a large piece of glass stuck in it. I forgot to check the tires before I left.” So, it confirms it, someone is out to hurt us, not just me and Jackson, but Marcus as well? How are we all linked? Who would hate us all so much? “I will take the food up to Jackson, then come back down and clean the cuts.” I grab the plate, waking Jackson up with a kiss, not saying