Sitting in my chair by the side of the bed, I stare out the window at the rain falling down. The pitter-patter calms my inner turmoil enough to allow me to concentrate on the problems at hand, but I still have to wonder if coming home was the best option. This morning, the doctor let me go when Brad showed up and he promptly took me home.
Not saying a word on the way back, I sank into my seat and hoped that he wouldn't bring up anything today. Unfortunately, he had to threaten me again and cause problems. Finally back, I rushed upstairs to my room and hid before anything else happened.
Listening, I think I hear a faint knock at the door. Standing up and facing it, I stroll over casually because I believe I am hearing things. Right before I get there, I hear it again. Opening the door a crack, I look out and scan the hallway.
I watch as Sam knocks on Brad's door. When it
"Jenna, are you O.K.?" I wake up to see Brad leaning over me, worried. "You fainted. Come inside and I will get you a drink of water." He takes my hand and yells for one of the stable hands to take Nelly back to her stall. Sitting down on the couch, I wait for him to bring me a glass of water. With the world spinning out of control, I remember why I fainted. When he told me my dad was dead, I felt this rush of nausea and then everything went black. "Here you go." He hands me the glass of water before continuing. "I am just sorry I didn't catch you. The doctor said you can't have any more drama, but this was unavoidable. Are you still dizzy?" He cocks his head sideways and watches me for signs. I shake my head, and answer him, "No. I am just light headed now. Did they tell you when the funeral is?" Not feeling much of anything from the shock, I sit there in a daze. He t
"What do you think you are doing?" I hear Brad yell extremely loud from the other room. I have no idea who he is talking to, but whomever it is, he is mad as hell at them. I can't seem to get the feeling of my dad's cold lifeless cheek off of my mind. Now that I think of it, I have never touched a dead person before, so I have nothing to compare it too. Was that even normal? With my headache finally gone, I lay still on my bed with the window open so I can enjoy the brisk day's air. My door bursts open with a loud crack and Dean marches in, with Brad in tow. Brad grabs ahold of his arm when he stops at my bed and he swings him around to face him. "Let go of me, I need to see Jenna." Startled, I sit up on the bed and scooch back so I don't get hit when the fists start punching. Wide eyed and looking irritated, Brad yells right in Dean's face, "You don't need to do anything except for your job!&n
The minute Dean stops the car, he jumps out and opens my side to pick me up and carry me in. "Shall we?" He asks with a sly grin on that sexy face of his. Kicking the front door open, I feel the warmth of his breath on my face and look up to see the determined look on his face. He shuts it behind him and once we get to his bedroom, he puts me down on the bed gently.Leaning over me, he climbs on the bed and I feel his hands slide down my sides painfully slow while kissing my neck softly. The ache in between my legs is unbelievable and it makes me want to grind up on him and relieve the pressure building up there. He stops kissing me and his eyes train on what he is doing as he unzips my pants and starts to slide them down. Feeling like my insides are lava, I plead with him. "Please hurry." I say painfully. Taking his time, he kisses each inch as he uncovers my skin and slides them down more. Not
"Stop, I need to talk to you." I yell at Brad as I watch him slam the door to his bedroom. I figured out a way to get away from Brad if he agrees to it, that is. Pounding on his door, I persist till he finally opens it and screams at me, "What?" and pushes me back. Cocking his head, he asks again, "What do you want?" I hesitate, but then I answer him, "I have a proposition for you. I will give you the company, if you divorce me and leave me be for the rest of my life. You can't touch my inheritance except for the company though. The prenuptial agreement will be null and void from here on out, if you agree to it." He shakes his head and sighs, "Why would I do that, if I stay married to you I can have it all anyways. Now go have your fling and then you will come running back here, because you have always needed me." The smile on his face makes me want to smack it off of him. Trying not to, I turn and walk to
"What should I do? I have never forgot to take my pills before and right now Aaron and I are fighting. He suspects I am cheating on him." Looking terrible, she stares at the floor and kicks the rug while sitting on the bed. "Nicole, you have to tell him. Especially if you find out you really are. Right now I am going to go to town and pick you up a pregnancy test, then we will figure this all out once and for all." I stand up and grab my keys off the end table. She follows me out the bedroom door and down to the living room where I pick up my jacket and purse. After shutting the front door behind us, we walk to the car quickly because it is getting colder and colder. I usually don't drive in the dark, but this is an exception. My best friend needs an answer right now, not later. On the way in to town I watch as the snow falls slowly across the road and I hope that it doesn't get too bad before
"What is his problem?" I scream at the top of my lungs. Pulling my hair out, I look at Nicole and wonder where I went wrong in the first place. Was it marrying him or not being good enough for him? At this point, I am so glad I wasn't good enough for him, because I might have actually fell for his b.s. and gave him a kid or something even worse, my heart. He would have absolutely devastated me when he told me he only married me for my money and that I wasn't good enough for his bedroom games. Not to mention, he needs to grow up. Nicole seeing me so upset, hugs me before taking a seat on the bed. She motions for me to sit next to her and we both stay there just feeling miserable in our situations. After a few minutes, I get up and turn the c.d. player on. Cranking it up, I encourage her to dance with me. Through all the years, I have always found music to be the one thing that made everything a little less worse
Dean opens the door for the police and tells them calmly, "The shooter is over here, I tied him up with the curtain tie back." Pointing to the man in the corner, I watch as Dean and the officer walk over to him. The man stares at the police officer, "Why don't you just get this over with and take me away? My lawyer will have me out in no time." He turns to Dean and says, "You should have killed me while you had the chance." He winks at him and Dean launches at him. The officer grabs ahold of him and forces him to back off, saying forcefully, "You need to leave before I have to put you in jail too and then who will protect these two." He points at Nicole and myself. Having a good point, I can see that it gets through to Dean and he walks over to stand by my side. Putting his arms around me, he kisses me in full view of everyone and while staring deep into my eyes, he says lovingly, "I should have said this sooner, but
After a very long night of discussing the options, I am ready for bed. I look over at Dean and with a cup of coffee in my hand, stand up. Yawning, I stretch and glance at both of Sam and Dean. "Ready to go to bed? If I don't go now, I am going to fall over from exhaustion." Dean stands up and smiles, "I am. I'm just glad that we got this all sorted out. Now that we know what has to be done, it makes it so much easier." Last night, after the cops called, my lawyer did and told me that the shooter admitted he was hired by a lone shark. Apparently, Brad owes a lot of money on gambling debts and when my dad died, he told them that he was going to inherit the company and liquidate it to pay them off. Unfortunately, that didn't pan out and that's why Brad was so willing to change his mind about divorcing me. As long as he would get to sell the company, he didn't care anymore and that meant he would save hi
“Mom. Come look at this.” Link rushes over to me and almost falls in the sand right before he reaches me. Everyday, he looks more and more like a Minnie me version of Dean and I love every minute of it. Being so perfect, some days I wonder if I haven’t died and this is my version of heaven. What I do know though, is I wouldn’t change a minute of it for the world. It has been two years since the day Dean came back into our lives, I sit back and think as I watch Dean and Link playing in the sand at the playground. Last year we got married finally and made the whole family thing official. Link started preschool and we are expecting our little girl any day now. Dean decided that he gets to name this one Isabel and I agreed whole heartedly. It is a wonderful name for a vision of beauty. I can already tell that she has a mind of her own because the way she kicks me when she gets too hot, or my music is too loud. She makes me laugh and when I cry, I feel her suddenly move as if s
“Hey, what are you doing over there?” I look to see what Link is doing before I rush over to tickle him. Watching as he pokes his head from under the covers, I grab the sheet and pull it down so I can get to his feet. Wiggling and shrieking, he tries his hardest to escape the “fingers of death”, but eventually I succeed and tickle him till he screams out, “Mommmmmy, stop.” I glance at his face to see him laughing so hard his face is all red and scrunched up. It makes me chuckle and then I watch him laugh so hard he rolls clear off the bed when I grab his ankles and tickle his foot again. This tickle monster knows how to play the game and win. “O.K., O.K., it’s time for bed. Now that we have gotten out all that extra energy, you should be able to fall asleep right away. Or do we need the tickle monster to strike again?” I ask jokingly while tucking him in and stopping to wiggle my fingers. “No
“Did you get the cake?” I ask Johnson quietly, so Nora doesn’t hear. He nods before he picks up the bag from under the table and shows me. Today is Nora’s birthday. She has just turned 32 and is so excited, because Johnson asked her to marry him this morning. The first thing she did as soon as he gave her the ring and proposed, was to say yes and then call me to let me know. Screaming over the phone, I thought she was being murdered, till she finally spit it out. I can’t explain how happy I felt when I found out. She really deserves a happy ending. “Did you bring what I asked you to?” He looks at me nervously. I wink and whisper, “There is absolutely no way I would forget it.” As soon as I say it, Nora walks back in the room. “What are you two whispering about over there? You know that I don’t like secrets or surprises. I have had way too many of both of them today even th
When I wake up in the middle of the night, I turn over and all I find is a handwritten note on the pillow where Donovan was lying before I fell asleep. Turning on the light, I stare at it in disbelief while I read it, “Jenna, all these years I have loved you and because of that, you have ruined my life. I could have had a family with a loving woman, but all I could see was you and I constantly compared her to you. Knowing that she was never going to be good enough, I finally told her and she couldn’t take it, so she left me. Now you know how I feel and the rest of your life is ruined because there is no way any man will ever compare to me. You will spend the rest of your days wanting me and will never find me because there is no way I would ever be with someone so shallow. I hope you get your just rewards and when you go home late tonight, Dean leaves you because he sees you for what you really are. Just a cheap whore that’s looking for a go
Afterwards, we head straight to the motel that Brad and Sam stayed at so there would be less of a chance that they would recognize me. As soon as we check in, we go to the room and before I even shut the door, he grabs me and slams me against the wall feverishly kissing me and sliding his hands up and down my body. Assaulting me with his lips, his eyes peer straight into my soul. We are connected and I will never be able to go back to Dean without feeling remorse for what I have done.The only problem is the simple fact that making love with Dean turned me on endlessly, but Donovan rocks my world. It’s like we connect on a whole new level and knowing how that feels now, I can’t have sex with Dean and not feel that something is missing. This man has ruined me for any other.Closing my eyes for a split second, I see Dean and instantly feel horrible. How can I go on? I can’t marry him now. I just cheated on
Opening the door, I come face to face with Donovan. I barely recognize him, but he still has the same entrancing blue eyes that he did in high school. However, this version of Donovan Montrose is grown up and definitely better looking. At about 6 and a half foot tall, with dirty blonde hair and blue eyes, a completely flawless complexion and a strong jawline, he is picture perfect. Literally like a model who just walked out of GQ. Not to mention, his muscles. He has the physique of a world class athlete. When I stand there staring at him and don’t invite him in right away, he asks, “Am I intruding?” Shaking my head, I reply quickly while motioning him in. “No, not the least. I am just surprised you are here. How did you find me and get in the gate?” “Your gate was wide open, for one thing. As to how I found you, I looked you up in the phone book. The two of you still have a landline.&nb
“Hey, so is 11:30 good for you?” I ask while getting dressed. Waking up late, I try my hardest to get back on schedule, but everything seems to be working against me this morning. “Yeah, that will be perfect.” He says excitedly. I can just imagine he is smiling from ear to ear over the phone like he used to in high school. That boy used to give me the creeps because every time I turned around he was staring at me. All my friends would kid me about my creepy boyfriend and that we should just get a room or something. I really had no clue that he liked me that way, I thought that they were just being idiots. But, the sheer fact that he remembered me after all these years and still gets excited to hear my voice says something strangely. Saying, “See you then.” I end the call and turn to Dean who seems to be not so comfortable with my little lunch date. “Why c
"Get out of here." I yell excitedly into the phone and then burst out laughing. "Yes, really it's me. I saw a newspaper article about your fashion design business and starting thinking about you again. Do you realize in high school, I actually had a huge crush on you?" Donovan, the man on the phone says with a deep male voice. "I had no idea." I reply softly and my voice trails off when I realize that Dean is starting to get really jealous. Not wanting to cause a conflict, I decide to end the call quickly and say, "Hey, can I call you tomorrow? It has been a really long day and I am tired." "Sure. What time?" He asks, sounding a bit put out. "How about 10 a.m.? Then maybe we can have lunch together to talk about all the old times. Does that sound good?" I ask quickly while watching Dean pace around the bedroom. "Yeah. Sounds fine." He states and f
"Don't move!" I hear a policeman scream in the background.I open my eyes and immediately wish that I hadn't, because the next thing I know I am getting body slammed by one of the police officers. "Stay down!" He exclaims before I feel my head being pinned to the ground and my face getting pressed into the pavement. As they handcuff me, I try to stay still so it doesn't hurt so bad.Crying out, I try to say, "Stop, please." However the officer doesn't listen.Being barely able to breathe, I try to take a deep breath and when I can't I start to sob hopelessly. He pulls me up finally by the elbow with one hand and yanks me mid air before placing me on my feet. "Stay still or I will have to do it again. Do you understand me Ms.?"Too concerned with the fact that everything hurts like hell now, I completely miss what he is saying to me so he yanks me around to face him and repeats himself while growling at