Losing track of time, I walk around looking at it. “I wondered where you were.” I jump at the sound of Jake’s voice, turning to see him. The realisation hits that I was that engulfed in the room, I hadn’t heard him come in. I stand, frozen, feeling weird, being in this room with him. I watch as his body slowly moves towards me. He stops in front of me, smiling gently. “Maybe I should have fought harder and come back to get you from Max, then maybe it could be me enjoying this with you, and not Jackson.” His words are cold and harsh. My mind laughs. What is it with men, seriously? No one wanted to save me from Max. Now, for some reason, everyone wants me! “Jake, you’re a friend, a very good friend. That is all. No one would have gotten me away from Max, only me. You had a girlfriend. You were never here, so it wouldn’t have worked. I see you as a friend, nothing more.” I hope he listens. I don’t want today to end on a sour note, and right now, it is going to. He pushes against
“I thought you realised the rule, Alena? Why would you do that? Do you really not care about our relationship?” His words confuse me, all this because of how much I drank. “I didn’t realise how much I was drinking. I was sitting waiting for you, worried about you. This is partly your fault as well for ignoring the god-damn phone.” I am shouting, and it isn’t the best idea. It makes me feel even sicker. I try to take deep breaths to calm down, hoping the sick feeling will leave me. “I don’t give a shit about you drinking right now. I mean you and Marcus. You were really going to cheat on me? If you want to go down the route of sleeping with other men, fine, but don’t think I will still be here.” What the hell has Marcus said? Why would he even say this? The realisation hits me, I had lied to Jackson. Marcus knew I didn’t want him to know about Jake, so what else could he have said happened? As much as I didn’t want Jackson to know, I can’t let him think that, and I certainly don’t
Waking up, I feel less hungover, the emotions and memories still plaguing my mind. I just want to forget them and move on, so I push them away. Getting up, I walk into the shower. I stand still, the feel of the water soothing and relaxing me as I close my eyes, enjoying this moment. I feel arms wrap around me, making me relax more, leaning my head back onto his chest. “I wouldn’t have walked away, even if Marcus was telling the truth. I would not have walked away from you. I would have forgiven you. I know it is stupid, but life without you, Alena, wouldn’t be life. I would be hurt, yes, but I would never walk away.” His grip tightens, his hands grasping mine, raising them. “I don’t expect you to talk to me about it. I just want you to talk. I can see you're hiding everything Alena, and the last thing I want is you hurting.” His lips start kissing my neck, and I feel like I am breaking, like the porcelain doll. I can’t stop it. Somehow, he has unlocked everything. “I hide everythin
I can’t do it. I need to go to him. I need him now. I start turning, and he stops me, turning me back to the window. I feel his hands grabbing mine and watch as he ties the rope around them before pushing them against the window. I moan, pushing my body back towards him, needing him. The sting of his hand hitting my ass makes me scream. I can’t stop myself. I try to turn again, to pull him to me, he stops me and turns me back to the window. “My dirty slut doesn’t want me to hold back. Well, I am not. Stay that way.” His hand hits my ass again. I moan, my mind spinning, my heart pounding. I swear it is ready to fly away. I feel him move closer to me, his naked body behind mine. His hand wraps around me, and his fingers play with my clit. I moan, and my body instantly pushes down on his fingers, wanting them inside me. I feel his cock, right on my sex, pushing gently, teasing. I push back, trying to get more of him, my hands coming away from the window. “Did I say you could move yo
I realise now what was said. Turning to Jackson, I decided to ask. “What do you two need to talk about?” I sound rude, it has nothing to do with me, or so I hope. “Marcus and Maria are having issues. They have been having issues actually for years.” I am shocked. That is not the answer I was expecting. “She loves him. They will be fine, I am sure.” I smile at him, feeling like this isn’t a conversation we should be having. “Love is not always enough Alena. They started dating young, almost still children. As they have grown they have changed, their wants and needs changed.” I feel so bad for Maria. Marcus is often full-on, he loves her, but maybe the open relationship isn’t the best for them. “Poor Maria.” The words came out before I have a chance to stop them. Jackson turns and looks at me, perplexed. “Poor Maria? Why Maria? He has hardly changed. He still wants the same from life, from her. It is her who has changed, who wants things differently. It is her who has now deci
Walking into the girls’ room, I pick Katy up, and Jackson picks up Isabella. We carry them downstairs to the party, where everyone is waiting. It has been a nice day. They opened their presents, and ate cakes, yes, plural, because they apparently had to have their own cakes. Why, I have no idea, because one was big enough for them both, yet, no matter how well today is going, I keep catching glimpses of Jackson, hurt and in pain, trying to hide it. What though, I don’t know. Catching him briefly, I stop him, trying to find out. “What’s wrong? I can see it, Jackson. You’re hiding something.” My words are soft. I have a feeling I know what it is, and I know there is no way to fix that sort of pain. “I am fine, just let’s enjoy today.” He goes to walk past me, and I move in front of him, knowing if he wants to, he could just pick me up and move me. “No lies, no secrets.” I look at him, waiting. “Things like this just remind me of Tallulah, the fact she never got her first birthday,
Waking up, I feel so much better for sorting everything out. My mind replays Jackson’s hand spanking my ass. I roll over to find the bed empty. Jackson is already up, clearly as his side is empty, with a note left on the pillow. Picking it up, I begin reading, hearing his voice saying the words in my mind. I am at work. I have sorted the meeting for this afternoon to help with your business. So be ready. Yes, it means leaving the girls, but it is for business, not pleasure. I feel the smile on my face as I walk to the shower and quickly get washed, then dressed. The girls are still asleep, clearly worn out. It is 9:14 am. They would typically be up by now. I walk downstairs, and for the first time in ages, the house is empty and totally silent. It feels nice. I find myself cooking before deciding that waking the twins up after would be the best option, so breakfast is ready for when I wake them. So, after cooking pancakes, getting fruit ready and their morning milk, I walk back
I look up at him, a naughty smile on my face, “I am naked under these clothes, totally naked.” I whisper, watching his expression change. He becomes aroused. I turn and walk into the meeting room, sitting down, waiting for him to take his place next to me. He walks in and sits next to me, his glance teasing, and I wonder if I have made the right decision in this. Too late to turn back now. I can’t, even if I wanted to. I watch as Jackson looks at his phone, reading something, his fingers tapping on the table. Everyone is looking at the business plan I had put together. “All I need is to know the exact amount you think will be needed upfront. While there are figures there, we need overhang, so if something unexpected happens, it is there waiting, without her having to wait.” Jackson stops everyone from discussing the business. Apparently, he doesn’t care what they think. He just wants to get it over and done with and make sure everything is set up. His whole stance has changed again.