Arriving at the same church we got married in, I walk behind the empty coffin that is carried through. Liam, Marcus and the rest of the team are carrying it.The church is full. People are even standing. Clearly, Jackson had a lot of team members over the years. The ceremony starts. Georgina sits on one side, hugging me, and Jackson’s Mum on the other side. A few people get up to speak. Watching as it gets to my turn, I don’t know if I can cope and do this. How can I do this without him? I get up, walking up slowly, looking at my even bigger bump. The photo of Jackson rips my chest open. I feel like I have died. He shouldn’t be gone.“Jackson was a man who cared for everyone he knew deeply. He had lost his own baby and his sister but still kept fighting. He knew what people wanted, even when they didn’t know what they wanted.” Why am I doing this? I am accepting he is gone, yet I can’t accept it.“He opened me up. I was hidden and scared because of my past, scared because of what happ
I wake up screaming. I had the same dream again; I am shaking and soaked from the sweat. Yet, I long for these dreams. It is Jackson. Sure, it might hurt me to see him like that, but I get to see him and feel closer to him.I grab the laptop and check my emails. Everything is going well with the businesses. They are trying not to call me unless it is really needed. I am grateful. I don’t want to walk in there looking so pregnant, so most of my advice has been over the phone.I went in with the family for the will, but that was all. I now officially own his business. Everything is fine, which is good. I look at the time. 2 am. I walk down and grab a drink, walk back to bed and fall asleep.Getting up, I spend the day picking colours and decorations for the twin’s room. Liam says he will decorate it with the help of Georgina and Marcus. The next few months fly by, and my stomach blooms, getting bigger and bigger.I look down. I have 8 weeks left, just 8 weeks. The room is ready. It look
At 38 weeks pregnant, we decided we will try making the relationship work properly. I have decided I need to move on. It has been nearly 8 months since Jackson left. It feels too soon, but leaving it much longer means Liam will soon find someone else.Sitting here relaxed, everything feels great, laughing at the film. A pain shoots across my stomach, and I wrench. Liam jumps up.“Georgina, grab the bags.” He screams upstairs. I laugh and shake my head.“Liam, calm down. One pain doesn’t mean I am in,… Aaah, F-U-C-K,” I scream and bend forward as the pain shoots through me again.“Something is wrong, Liam. Something is really wrong.” I feel like I am being cut open, or worse like something is cutting me open from the inside. I have no idea what happened to Tallulah; Jackson had said she was born with half a heart. I didn’t even think to ask how they didn’t know, and now it is too late.Georgina grabs my bags, and we get in the car, travelling to the hospital. The pains get closer toget
It feels strange seeing Jackson here again. I have gotten so used to Georgina and Liam. I wonder if they are still here or if they left. They don’t have the apartment anymore.“Georgina and Liam will be back later. I have said they can stay until they sort a place out. They wanted to be out when we got home,” he explains, carrying the twins into the living room. I sit on the sofa, exhausted. “Go to bed for a bit. I am here now so I can watch the babies.” He smiles, but I don’t want to. I am afraid I will wake up, and he will be gone again.“I want to spend this time with just us. Come sit down,” I ask, reaching for him. He walks over and sits next to me.“I am sorry, Alena, I messed everything up.” I look at him, his face covered in fresh cuts and bruises. “What happened? I don’t get why you were locked up.” I look at him, waiting for answers.“It was Max. He flipped when I mentioned I was going to be a dad to twins. We fought, or rather, he kept hitting me.”“Seeing I wasn’t reactin
I walk to him, pushing him back and climbing on top. I look down at him, shaking my head.“That wasn’t exactly a punishment, was it?” I laugh. He looks at me.“You’re lucky I came at all. After twenty minutes, I decided it was wrong to leave you here. I did plan to come up, tease you and leave. Obviously, that didn’t work, and I lost control of myself. We still need to talk.” He looks at me, lifting me off him and walking out of the room.I grab the dressing gown and follow him.“How can we talk if you walk away and won’t talk?” I shout at him. He keeps going, so I continue. “Just talk, shout, scream anything! Don’t just try acting like you don’t care.” This time he stops. He turns and faces me, walking back towards me slowly, my body backing up.“You want me to talk? Fine, I will talk. I feel sick when I look at you, thinking of you and him together. I look at you, and all I can think is how many times you were in my bed with him.” His steps get closer, and my body moves back. This i
Waking up, I am still lying in his arms. I wonder how we got to this point. So much has happened in such a small time frame. Moving, I cuddle closer to him, enjoying this moment as it never happens anymore. He smiles.“Good morning, baby.” He seems in a good mood, considering everything.“Good morning Sir,” I reply, looking up at him. I am hoping for a response, but I don’t get one. He just lies there, his eyes closed, so I stay quiet.“We should move. My Mum will be bringing the girls back soon.” He starts moving to sit up. I move so he can. I watch him get out of bed and walk towards the bathroom, turning the shower on.“Want some company?” I smile. He just shakes his head and steps into the shower. I need to slow down. I am so set on trying to get him into bed that I don’t think about anything else. Once he is out, I get in. I quickly wash, dry off and get dressed.Walking downstairs, Jackson is sorting through the baby bottles. His Mum walks in carrying the two car seats. Jackson
He comes and sits down in front of me. “You know I love you, don’t you? But you went and got me locked up, locked up for something you caused.” I think about his words, and maybe I can try another way. Maybe begging to go home is the wrong thing for me to do, and I should make him realise he needs me.“I know, Max, I am sorry. I was scared,” I admit. He looks at me to see if I am being honest.“Why would you be scared of me?” He looks confused like he doesn’t see what he has done now and what has happened in the past, so I lie.“I was scared of commitment. I was scared that if I committed to you that you would leave me.” I hope this will work. If I could just get him to think I love him, maybe he will let me leave with him.“No, you didn’t. You reported me to the police. You ran and hid. You told lies.” He moves closer, getting angrier.“I did, yes, because I was scared of spending my life with you when you could have walked away so easily. I knew Georgina fancied you the first time
Waking up in the hospital, I look around and see Jackson outside, with Marcus. They are talking. Jackson looks into the room. Seeing me awake, he runs into the room, grabbing my hand.“Damn Alena, did you not learn your lesson the last time about trying to fight battles alone?” He looks exhausted. I am confused.I can’t think straight. I can’t remember what happened or how I got here.“Why’s Marcus here?” I look at where he is standing.“The police were useless. Four weeks and they had no leads. They decided that you had left of your own accord and nothing could be done. I knew you wouldn’t leave willingly and knew Max had something to do with it.”“The police said you obviously walked away from our marriage, but I didn’t believe them. I got the team together. We spent another two weeks searching, checking out places where we believed he could be. Everywhere turned up empty.” He looks hurt. Why? He didn’t care before I left.“We kept searching, then they were on a mission, and they be
Walking upstairs, I feel like I need to escape for a bit. Sitting on the bed, the door opens, and Jackson walks in, clearly seeing I am worried. He stands at the door, staring at me. It feels like last time all over again. I have no idea if he will come back or not. Getting up, I decided I should just face the fact that he is leaving. Going to walk out the door, he stops me. His hand wraps around my waist, pulling me to him, his hands holding me against me. I try to keep my mind clear. My hands trail over his uniform. I can barely feel him. Does he really need a vest? My question to myself is stupid. This is Max. There is never too much protection from him. He moves, his body now pinning me against the door, his hands feeling my body; he stays quiet, not talking. His hands begin to unbutton my trousers, sliding them down. Moaning, I unfasten his, my hands reaching in and feeling his shaft, hard and waiting. His hands cup my arse, lifting me, my legs wrapping around him, his body pus
I then look for domain names. Sure enough, the ones for Jackson's business are available. I click them, buying them. Linking them to the blog, I go and change the whole look, making it look saucy and tempting. I sit looking - at my first blog post.What can I write? I think back and have no idea. I decide I will do a sort of introduction. I start by writing how I was at the start, how I felt the instant pull to Jackson and couldn’t resist him, which meant I lost my mind and all sense when he did touch me.I write about how I thought I knew what I wanted, but I really didn’t, and how Jackson showed me what I needed and found out easily.Finishing the post, I sign it off, ‘By Naughty Switch Alena’.I finish and leave it, not expecting much. Jackson comes in and sits down. He reads it, looking deep in thought and amazed.“Right, time to get it out there.” He opens all the websites where the pictures and videos
I can’t wait to get home. I feel safe with Marcus and Troy around. Their wives must hate us for taking them away from them. The plane finally lands, and I wake Jackson up. Getting off the plane, Marcus is there waiting for us. He searches the airport with his eyes to see if he can see Max.Marcus passes the keys to Jackson, and we walk back to the cars, leaving the airport and our honeymoon behind us. We drive home. Entering the house, I run to the twins and cuddle them, feeling like it has been forever. I don’t think I could leave them again for so long.“You two look exhausted,” Georgina giggles, clearly knowing about the pictures. I shake my head, not wanting to know about the pictures, talk about them or even hear the name ‘Max’ for a long time. We spend all day sitting with the twins.When we get them into bed and asleep, we go and sit with Marcus to discuss things. I can’t look at him, Troy, or anyone, knowing they have seen the pictures and small video clips of me.“We got two
The sound of Jackson’s phone ringing wakes me up. Turning, Jackson was clearly asleep as well. Picking up the phone, we see Marcus’ name, and I immediately panic as Jackson answers. Getting up as he answers, I start grabbing my clothes, getting ready to leave.“What do you mean, look at my laptop Marcus? Just tell me what the hell is going on.” Jackson doesn’t sound pleased. Walking across the room, I grab the laptop out of the bag, looking at it, we haven’t even used it. Sitting down, I place it on my lap.He opens it and clicks the email from Marcus; links and more links. I wonder what they are. I go to click on one. I can hear Marcus’ voice on the other end of the phone, Jackson’s face changing as I go to press the button.“Don’t click it, Alena!” he shouts, but it is too late, I have.“Yeah, she’s seen it. Thanks. Now I am going to get a world of shit. We will be leaving soon.” Jackson hangs up the phone. I look at the image. Surely it isn’t real. I look at him, wanting him to tel
His hand smacks my arse. “Keep going,” he gestures forward, so I keep walking. The trees are slowly parting, and I look out. It is beautiful. I scream as the whip swings and hits my arse. Turning to face Jackson, he stands there, whip in hand, smiling.“I thought the whip might enjoy our little trip out.” He pulls the whip, playing with it, wrapping it around his hand, then pulling it free again.“And what is the whip exactly going to be doing?” I ask, watching as he teases me, playing with it.“Right now, nothing. Go look.” He points forward, and I freeze. It is beautiful. We are right at the top of the mountain, looking down at the sea and the beaches. It is stunning. Jackson moves, standing behind me, his arms wrapping around me.“There is beauty in everything. We are so busy in our lives, we forget to open our eyes and take in the beauty of the world.” His words are quiet against my ear. “Imagine if you were blinded tomorrow, never to see again. You would wish you had your eyes op
His hands grab my arse, pulling me closer, his hands rubbing up my back. I freeze under his touch.“What?” He is looking at me like he has hurt me.“Do that again with your hand.” I wait and feel his hand stroking my back.“I can feel it all, every bit of it.” I am fascinated like I can feel the touch for the first time ever. I have gotten so used to losing the sensation of his touch as his hands moved. It feels strange but nice. He clearly thinks so as well, stroking his hand up and down my back, watching me enjoying the feeling, my head tipping back as I moan, feeling it. I am excited. I grab the whip, looking at him, licking my lips before biting on them. I’m smiling at him, tempting him to fuck me.“You can try, but it is not going to work. The boat will be here soon to take us to the resort, and today we won’t be rushing back,” he laughs.“Can we bring the whip?” I smile teasingly, playing with it.“Sure, if I can bend you over in front of everyone and whip your arse.” I am not s
Getting back, however, he lets himself be free. His hands spank my arse, walking me into the small kitchen. He places the blindfold on me and leans me over the table, a smile growing on my face, waiting for him to play. His hands begin fastening my legs and arms to it, so I can’t move.His hand spanks my arse, and the room falls silent. I stay standing here, bent over the table, waiting, the sound of the TV making me wonder what he is doing. Has he really gone and sat down, leaving me here naked like this? I can’t help but wonder. About 15 minutes later, he comes back in. The whip hits my arse, making me moan.“Are you seriously watching TV, leaving me here?” I ask him. He chuckles at my question.“Oh, I am. Today you stay here, and whenever I feel like it, I will just come to play, tease, or fuck you. Have a problem with that?” he asks as his hand slaps down on my arse, making me moan. Do I have a problem with it? Right now, no. The thought is actually making me smile. I want nothing
His hands slip the blindfold on first, then his hands begin to guide mine up to the bar on the bed and slowly tie them there. I love the feel of his hands sliding down my body, his hands stroking my ankles as he slowly fastens them down, so I am unable to move.He has me. I am moaning already, knowing the pleasure that is going to follow. The whip swings down, hitting my arse. I moan, but it still isn’t strong enough to send me utterly wild like before. He keeps going, the whip swinging and hitting my arse. I hear him growl as he lets himself go free for the first time in over a year.He moves onto the bed, his hands teasing me and kissing my body, the whip swinging down and hitting my arse again. I moan and feel myself pushing my arse up, trying to get closer to the whip. His hands quickly grip me, and I feel his other hand slide between my legs as he attaches the clamp, the tightening on my pussy making me moan.His mouth is slowly teasing the entrance, enjoying my honeypot as he li
I start talking about something random, trying to distract him, pointing out beautiful flowers. When he turns to look, I bolt. I feel like I am going so fast. My delusion ends quickly as I feel myself being pounced on and falling to the floor.“What was your plan? Get inside and lock me out? So, you could just tease me and get away with it?” His hand strokes my face, and he laughs at me. “Maybe next time run when I am not there, like when I go to book the boat for tomorrow,” he teases, his finger gently poking my breast.“Then you might just have won,” he laughs as his head lowers and his mouth kisses my neck gently. His hands grab mine and lift them above my head as his mouth teases down my neck towards my breasts. His kisses are getting lower.“Damn top in my way,” he groans as his hand slowly pulls the buttons open or somewhat off the shirt altogether.“That’s better,” he groans as his mouth starts kissing my breasts, his hand pinning mine to the floor. His mouth keeps moving down.