Waking up, Jackson is still asleep. I walk downstairs and begin to cook breakfast. I feel a lot better today, despite the bad dream. Music is playing. I find myself dancing while cooking breakfast. Things can only get better from here.
My mind feels free for the first time since the car accident, away from myself, dancing free. I don’t even notice that Jackson and Marcus sit at the table until I turn around.
“Why do you need classes?” Jackson laughs.
I need classes because, while he might think I can dance, I know I can’t.
“Well, you seem happier. That is all that matters.”
“I am. I mean, surely only good things can happen now, right?” My question is already answered by myself. I know I am dreaming, that it is impossible and there’s no chance that only good things can happen.
“Sure Kitten, only good things.” Jackson smiles.
Placing the food on plates, I sit and give them a plate each, sitting and eating my own breakfast while t
I leave the office, walking towards the bar. I really need a drink. Grabbing a Coke, I head back to the office. I have so many emails. Just when I am close to replying to them all, I get flooded with more.I have an hour. Looking around, I decided to look into photography, specifically burlesque and similar. There are many companies out there doing it. They do a makeover as well. However, I think confidence coaching beforehand would be beneficial, especially for self-conscious people and those who don’t feel they can do it.Logging onto Facebook, I message Freya and ask her when she will be available to do a makeover, so I can see her style. While waiting for her reply, I search for female photographers. I really want to get this idea ready, out there and working as soon as possible.“Hey, Alena.” I look up. Susie stands at the door.I look at the clock and realise the time. “Hi Susie, sorry, I was preoccupied. Everything has
How do I talk about what happened? I didn’t even tell Jackson everything. “He was at the launch. He apologised, and I walked away and went into my office. Sitting there, it was quiet. I had a headache, but then he came in. I stayed sitting. I didn’t want to try to confront him. I asked what he was doing. He went on about how he wants to be friends, and I am lying when I say we could still be.” She carries on writing, her eyes constantly glancing at me. “I tried leaving. He stopped me, closed the blinds and locked the door. I kept trying different ways to get out, but nothing worked. He ended up having me pinned in a corner, his hand around my throat. He kissed me, so I bit his lip. I was trying to kick him, but it was useless.” I can’t give full details. I did with the police, but I can’t again. “He had hold of my hands. I ended up headbutting his nose, but he still didn’t let go. Marcus broke the door down and stopped it. Jake was arrested and then l
When the film finishes he rolls over, his body on top of mine. “I could just sleep here.” His weight pushes down on me. I start to laugh, fighting to breathe while laughing at him. “Sure, just let me move. You're suffocating me.” I keep laughing, trying to push him off. “Okay, fine, just give me a kiss first.” He leans down. As he gets closer, I move up to kiss him, his hand going over my mouth. “I changed my mind. I am actually really comfy here.” He wiggles his body. Laughing more, I start hitting him playfully. “Fine, I hope you enjoy necrophilia because, very soon, I am going to die from not being able to breathe.” He jumps off me. “No, sorry, not a chance, don’t you dare die on me, that is not my kink, not at all Kitten.” Laughing, I stand up, my arms wrapping around his neck. “Not a chance of me dying any time soon, so you still get my nice warm body when I have had enough of it anyway.” Winking at him, I laugh. “
Jackson is looking at me with an expression I have seen a few times like he has realised something. What has he realised? “I think he will go back to how he was before he met Maria. I think he will find a submissive, maybe a brat. He used to love his brats.” He is talking like it is going to happen. I don’t want it to happen. I am selfish. I want him to stay here. “Right, the girls are eating. Now, Kitten, has the bitch left?” He looks at me playfully. Oh, if only the girls were in bed asleep. “I hope so Sir, I am not sure you could do last night all over again.” My mind flitters back to last night, a smile spreads across my face. “I will. I will do anything to tame that bitch inside you and get my Kitten back.” His lips press against mine. Oh, how I wish he could just drag me upstairs now. “You’re so teasing, and you know it, Sir.” He plays dirty when he wants to, teasing me when he knows I can’t have anything. “And you love i
‘Hello, fellow kinksters. Last night was an exciting night, my bitchy side came free, and Sir loves to put it back in its place to get his Kitten back. A bit of fun play on my part with squirty cream ended with multiple orgasms and a very weak body. He carried me over his shoulder into the playroom. He showed me no mercy, tying me to the chair. I was totally exposed, vulnerable and naked, and I loved it. His mouth kissed my neck, and then the second kiss was ice cold, holding ice between his lips. He moved it down my neck, my body trying to escape the chair and the coldness. He rubbed it along my collarbone, watching me squirm, my eyes widening as I began to moan. Then, slowly trailing it down and rubbing it over my nipple, my body lurched forward, unable to move, the feeling so unreal. He kept going, slowly down my stomach, he reached my clit, and I screamed. The coldness took over, as he kept going. Usually, I woul
Looking at the phone, Jackson has replied. I was so deep in thought, replaying last night, I forgot about him. ‘If you want to play dirty, so be it.’ ‘I won’t fuck you, I won’t let you finish, I will push you to the limit, and when you’re ready to explode, you have to say ‘yellow’, and I will stop.’ ‘You’re not answering, Kitten.’ ‘Have I scared you with that thought?’ ‘Kitten, Sir, is getting somewhat annoyed here.’ ‘Maybe I should punish you for making me wait.’ ‘There better be a good excuse, Kitten.’ ‘Please don’t say the bitch is out again.’ I can’t help but laugh, although I know I will be in trouble for making him wait. ‘Sorry, Sir. Read my blog post for today. That will explain why I was delayed in replying, and yes, the whole idea scares me, yet I want it.’ I hope he reads and understands why I took so long
Waking up slightly, I feel movement, my mind telling me it is Jackson and to go back to sleep. I feel lips pressing against mine. I kiss back, my arms wrap around his neck. My hand slides along to grasp his hair. This isn’t Jackson. Opening my eyes, Marcus is there. Shocked, I push him away, yet I also want to pull him to me. “Sorry, I will just leave.” He walks out of the room, and my mind screams to go after him. Why did he kiss me? Why do I want him to come back and kiss me again, so I can say yes? Maybe it is just a dream. I hope it is, I hope I am just so tired, and in between sleep and awake. Is it fake? Lips begin to kiss mine again, my hands wrapping around his neck, pulling him to me. The kiss is passionate and intense, my mind telling me when I open my eyes to be prepared to see Marcus. But, opening my eyes, it is Jackson. Maybe last night was a dream? He pulls back. “Good morning, Kitten.” He smiles, rolling over, lying next to me, hi
Something else is going on, I can tell. “So, you pushed him away.” My eyes fly up to his face. “What?” I feel a puzzled look on my face. “Last night, Marcus told me he can’t live here anymore. He has feelings for you. I tried to tell him it was just with him being so involved and that he would never be invited to the room again.” I glance at where Marcus is sitting. He looks hurt. “He was adamant he did have feelings. I told him it made no difference. You wouldn’t do it. You’re with me. He asked if he could kiss you, now, before you scream and kick-off, I agreed because had you kissed him back and wanted it, I would have let you go. I don’t miss the looks and the way you look at him, so if you did, I would have been fine, and it was also to show him how you feel.” I didn’t precisely reject him, though. “I didn’t reject him, not at first. I was asleep. He kissed me, I kissed back. I wanted it. I actually went to put my arm
Sitting, we talk about the wedding and her plans, ideas and what she wants. “So, I have kept quiet for an hour, talk.” Looking at her, I know what she means but I am not sure I want to talk about it, yet I haven’t really spoken about it. “I don’t know what to say. It has happened and now I am trying my best to move forward.” I am. It is hard but I am slowly getting there. “Well, talk to me about the last few minutes with him, because the first I heard of what was said was in the church.” Sitting, I talk about those last moments, explaining how it was then that I realised just how much I loved him. It was still nothing compared to how much I love Jackson, but it is still a lot more than I admitted to before. Sitting, it actually feels nice talking to Georgina. When I am trying to talk to Jackson, I am scared my feelings for Marcus might hurt him. “Anyway, Liam mentioned the will. I am guessing that was a shock.” Nodding, it was, and no amount of time will make it feel alright
Sitting, we wait for the solicitor. When he arrives, we sit down to discuss everything. Everyone is happy with the will and we each sign. It feels weird. My signature just made me have 1.8 million pounds for the business, but if it helps women and men who suffer domestic abuse, why not? Everyone leaves and we sit down to eat tea. Our bags are packed ready to leave. “I was thinking, I know the will stated for the business, but could it be used to support other people, not just those who suffered domestic abuse?” Looking at him, he shrugs his shoulders. “I am not sure. The money will be paid into the business account, but I guess it depends on what you were thinking about?” How do I explain this? My mind finds the words and tries to get them in the right order so that it makes sense. “I want to do something similar but for those who have lost someone in the army, navy or similar, or through cases like Marcus’s.” I want something there to support these people, the ones like me who d
The day has been tiring. Getting home with the bags, I am ready for bed. We spent hours walking around shops getting the things we needed. The girls practically have a full wardrobe of holiday clothes thanks to Jackson. Getting in, we get the girls ready for bed. Sitting together, I read them a story each, the ones Marcus bought them with their own names in. Finishing, we put them in their cots. Walking out, we close the door quietly as they fall asleep. “I was thinking, Liam and Georgina were asking about the holiday and coming along. I understand if you say no. They will be in a hut away from us, but Georgina suggested they come for one or two nights there. They would have the girls for us.” It sounds like a good idea, us all together but separate. We could maybe even get a girls’ night in with me and Georgina, and Jackson and Liam can go out. “What about Helen? Sorry, your mum.” She isn’t well, and I don’t like the idea of her flying or being left alone. “I am going to pay f
Opening the drawers, I pull out his clothes. Folding them, I put them in a suitcase. With all his clothes away, I move onto one of the trunks. Opening it, I am shocked. It is a range of toys, all different. I had no idea he had brought it all here, but it has me wondering, would he have been sitting looking at these wishing he could use them with me? Does he have a favourite like Jackson? Getting to the bottom, there is not much in here, just his own toys, whips and things. Putting it back, I don’t even know what we would do with these. Opening another trunk, there is an envelope on top. Opening it, I start to read it. Marcus is divorced. He told us they were going through it but never mentioned it being made official. Putting it to the side, I find more letters, nothing important. Then I see a solicitor one, with the word ‘Will’ on it. I won’t open this. I can’t. Placing it to the side, I leave it for Jackson. Another envelope, this one with my name on. It isn’t small; it is b
Jackson is standing with a woman, one of Marcus’s submissives. She looks upset and hurt, not like Maria. Standing, I watch. They stand talking, her eyes filled with tears. It just shows how amazing Marcus was and how loveable. The rest of the day goes ahead slowly. Sure enough, Maria left after Troy told her she had no right to be there. Jackson spent most of his time by my side. The team were amazing and constantly checking on me. Getting home, the girls are already in bed. Helen hugs us before saying bye and leaving with Liam and Georgina. I don’t feel like I have said goodbye. With everyone there, I couldn’t say what I wanted without some asking questions. It still feels weird here without Marcus around us. Sitting at the table, I now understand what he meant. I did the same thing the past week: me pretending my life didn’t exist. Jackson sits opposite me and his hands grasp mine. “You are the only person he told that to, you know? I checked. None of us knew why he stared i
Walking downstairs, everyone is here: the whole team, Marcus’s other friends, and a few women. I don’t know who they are yet I feel I want to know. Walking to Jackson’s side, he wraps his arm around me. “We should walk around and say hi. I will introduce you to people he knew that you have not met.” Nodding, I agree. I should know who these people are. “How will you introduce me? What will you introduce me as in regard to Marcus and exactly how much do the team know?” Jackson turns, looking at me in surprise. Whether that is at my questions or the fact that is the most I have spoken in days, I don’t even know. “Well, I will introduce you as my wife and the closest person to Marcus before he passed. The team know everything. I had to tell them about it all. Explaining why you are this broken by him dying would not work by lying, Alena.” The closet person to Marcus…he used to be the closet person to Marcus. Had that changed? We start walking around the room, Jackson introducing
Jackson walks back through towards me. Turning on the kettle, he grabs two cups. “She doesn’t want to do anything. She said it is up to the team to plan his funeral.” As I thought, she does not care about him at all, not even now in his death. “I want to help with the funeral.” Maybe helping will help me. I don’t even know if it will but surely it is worth a try? Jackson hands me the cup of tea. Walking to the sofa, we sit, his arm around me. “I don’t want you to be strong for me, Alena. Yes, I am hurting, a lot, but seeing you broken is what is keeping me going. I can’t be weak when you need me.” I don’t even know what to say anymore. I just want to hide away. “Whatever you want, Alena. Whatever you need to get you through this, I will do.” I don’t even know what I want or need right now. “Marcus mentioned a plan for that night, something for me. What exactly was it?” Maybe knowing this will help. Maybe it won’t but I won’t know until I ask. “Well, I heard you talking to hi
He walks back in. Sitting next to me, his hand grips mine. “Alena, you didn’t let him down and you certainly did not kill him. Remember his last words: that he was happy because of you and no one else. You made him happy. That should be enough for you to realise.” Nodding, I agree. He did say that. “It won’t help bring him back, though, and he still died because of me. Everyone will hate me. I saw the way Troy looked at me. He tried smiling and couldn’t. Even he blames me.” What a year this has started out to be: New Year’s Day and we already have a death. “Stay here.” Jackson walks out. I see him talking to the team. They all look towards me and then back to Jackson. Walking back to me, Jackson is followed by them all. Walking into the room, I prepare myself for their abuse and the blame. “Alena, we don’t blame you at all. I tried smiling. The only reason I couldn’t is because you look more hurt and broken by this than any of
Everyone walks in. The police come, asking me questions. I can see their lips moving but there is no sound, no sound just silence and Marcus’s last words on replay. I watch as Troy, Alexander and the other lads come in, all staring at me, unsure what to say. Jackson gives me space. My heart breaks seeing every one of their faces, the pain of the loss. Hours pass by, everyone walking around and talking but I take none of it in. “Alena, go get a shower. Please, do something.” Jackson kneels in front of me, but I can’t move. I can’t go away. I can’t do it. “I don’t know how to help her.” Jackson’s words are quiet. No one can help. Marcus has gone. I watched it myself. He isn’t coming back. This isn’t like Jackson, where there is nobody, no proof. I saw the body, felt it drain of blood and turn cold in my hands. “Marcus would be the one to tell me what to do.” Jackson’s head lowers. Marcus was more than his friend, and his brot