His grip was tight on my wrist, but even if my hand was free, I would have been too stunned to move. This kiss was different from the way Jack kissed me. This was rough, demanding. I was scared.
His body suddenly pulled away from me. I looked up to see Thomas dragging him forcefully by the collar. I didn’t think old Thomas could be that strong. He pulled Mr. Weston over to a nearby chair and shoved him into it. Mr. Weston rubbed his throat and coughed a bit.
"Christ, Tommy!" He shouted.
"Not a word," Thomas said sharply.
I’d never heard Thomas sound so cold before. He crossed his arms and glared down at “Victor” with a malice I never thought him capable of. Gran
I forced myself to start walking towards the dining room. However, the closer I got, the more I noticed something felt... strange. It bothered me the entire walk down the hall. As I entered the dining room, I finally realized what it was. Silence.Usually, the dining room was full of conversation. Jack making small talk, Arthur talking about his pictures. It was fun, lighthearted. But this?Thomas and Mr. Weston still sat across from each other, but the atmosphere was completely different. It was the same choking tension I felt in the entranceway earlier. They didn’t speak, they didn’t even look at each other. They just sat there silently, picking at their food.Neither of them noticed me as I entered. I saw a pl
I sat at the table for a while, staring down at the keys. After what felt like forever, I finally picked them up and turned them over in my hand. They shone faintly in the morning light.How long had Thomas been debating about giving these to me? When was the moment he finally thought I was trustworthy enough to handle them? I could understand why he was so hesitant. After all, just look at my background.Poor finances, an unstable job history over a mile long, absolutely no previous experience with caretaking. He really must have been at his most desperate when he hired me. I certainly wouldn’t have hired me. Not with a track record like that. Especially if it was to take care of someone I loved.I remembered the soft way Thomas spoke when he looked into the garden a moment ago. Yes, Thomas definitely l
Our “conversation” started off about as well as expected. He leaned forward in his chair and looked over my body slowly. Again. I hated it.When Jack looked at me, it was always with love and admiration. Hell, even Arthur looked at me with an artistic appreciation, if nothing else. But Victor? The way he stared at me felt cheap and disgusting. I tried to cover myself with my arms as if that would somehow lessen the intensity of his gaze.It didn’t. However, it did amuse him enough to get him to stop staring at me that way. He sat back in the chair again and chuckled softly.“Alright, Anna, let’s-”"Ms. Walton."
Again, silence slowly filled the space between us. He sat with his arms crossed, glaring at the ground. I did the same, only looking up occasionally to see if he’d moved at all. He never did."Ms. Walton?" A voice crackled from across the room.There is a god! I jumped up and ran over to the intercom, happy to have something to fill the silence in the air."Yes, chef?""Lunch will be ready soon.""Thank you, we'll be down in a minute.”I highly doubted we’d be any more talkative at lunch than we were now, but at least there I’d have something to do besides just staring of
I wasn't even sure what to say. Victor knew about Mr. Weston's condition? For how long? And how? I had a million-and-one questions to ask, but one stood out to me more than all the others."Does Thomas know?""No," he mumbled, "and I'd like to keep it that way. Look, I know we’re not exactly buddies here, but could you do me a favor and not tell him?"I didn’t know what to do. On the one hand, it seemed like Victor really didn’t want Thomas to find out about this. On the other, wasn’t this exactly the kind of thing Thomas should know about? After all, he was his caretaker.But not for long though. In a few days, I&rsquo
They say you never have a second chance at a first impression, and partly, that's true. I was still upset about our “introduction” this morning, but at the same time, I felt like it mattered a lot less now than it did before.First impressions don't change, but maybe they could be forgotten over time. With enough effort and understanding from both sides, maybe those bad impressions could be overwritten and new memories could take their place. At least, I was hoping that would be the case with Victor.I took him to the fireplace again when we reached the room. Somehow, going there didn't seem as upsetting now. As I sat down, I tried thinking of some questions. One came to mind, but I wasn't sure if I really wanted an answer to it."Victor, you said you remember things from the other personalities..." I tr
A firm stance on the nature of our relationship. That’s what I needed to make. But how could I make a “firm stance” on something that was shaky at best?We didn't exactly have a "typical" relationship. This wasn't your basic "we're from two different worlds" or "love triangle" kind of situation. His "world" was several different worlds, and I'd say this relationship was shaped a lot more like a web than it was a "triangle." Maybe that's why I felt so trapped right now."What’s the big deal?" Victor huffed, crossing his arms. "I remember enough about you to know you've done things like this before. So what's the problem?""The problem is you're sick."
What could I do? What could I say? How do you even respond to something like that? Make him second in my heart? Even if I was dealing with two separate men that would be an insane request. I wasn’t denying that I had feelings for Victor, but another relationship? I was having enough trouble with the one I was currently in. Which was, technically, with him anyway. How the hell do you date the same guy separately? That thought didn’t even make sense. "Ms. Walton?" A voice crackled. Although happy to be saved by the bell, I was more confused than I was relieved. Wasn’t it still a little soon for dinner? Did I lose track of time?
Silence filled the air again. We sat there for a while watching the flames crackle in the fireplace. I wasn’t sure how long we stayed like that. However, I did start to notice as his hand loosened and slowly began to slip from my side. As I glanced over, I noticed his glass beginning to tip dangerously in his hand. I gasped, catching it right before it fell."Jack!" I cried, checking to make sure it didn't spill.He jumped as if I'd startled him. I glanced over, he looked confused. Had he fallen asleep? I snickered and set his glass on the table."I think it might be time for bed,” I suggested"No, no. I was just resting my eyes," he grumbled sleepily."Well, then let's rest them in bed," I insisted, standing. I t
I think I finally understood how Arthur felt when I forced him to eat. I shoved down bite after bite, wondering how many I'd have to eat to safely be considered “done.” After a minute, I set my fork down, watching Jack out of the corner of my eye to see how he’d react. When I didn’t see any noticeable changes I finally pushed my plate away."What do you think? Should we head to bed now?" I asked, wiping my mouth."Absolutely not!" He cried indignantly. “I only have a few precious hours left with you and you already know the chances of me waking up as myself again are slim. The last thing I'm going to do is waste one second we have together sleeping."He reached over and grabbed my hand, bringing it to his lips. He pressed my palm to his cheek. His eyes held a tinge of sadness as he look
Despite his insistence that we should get out of the bath, Jack still clung to me like a lovestruck schoolboy. His hands always seemed to be on me in one way or another. Drying me with a towel, playing with my hair, holding my hand. A series of small, sweet gestures that never failed to make my heart flutter. Sadly, I wasn’t able to enjoy the feeling for long. A horrifying revelation suddenly came to me. I gasped and immediately grabbed my clothes off the floor, scrambling to get dressed. He watched me, confused. "Is something wrong?" "I forgot to meet the cleaners," I said, exasperated. "I’m already super late. I have to go. I'll meet you downstairs for dinner." I rushed out
Tell him what I did with Victor? I could feel myself blushing just thinking about it. Don’t get me wrong, I could understand why Jack wanted to know, but that still didn’t make me any more comfortable with the idea. I shook my head, setting my wine glass on the edge of the bath.He sighed softly. “I understand. As I said, I certainly won’t force you to tell me anything.”I could feel my body starting to relax as he said this. At least, until his teeth grazed against my neck. I shivered a bit at the feeling. He pressed a couple more soft kisses to it.“However,” he teased, “I don’t necessarily
My heart was still racing, as he closed the door behind us. However, I didn’t have much time to dwell on this. He didn’t waste another second before he pulled me close and pressed his lips to mine.Kissing Jack always made me feel dizzy. Like my body was losing all its strength. I had to lean against him to support myself. As he pulled away he kept my body close so I wouldn't collapse. His fingers played with my hair."You know what sounds good after walking around in that hot sun all afternoon? A nice, relaxing bath,” he commented.My mind was still hazy from his kiss. I barely even registered what he was saying. It was like my brain auto-piloted right back into my caretaker role."Should I draw one for you, Sir?" I asked.
I saw a couple of the housekeepers scurrying around as we came back. They didn’t even seem to notice us as we walked past them. I guess I could understand why they acted that way though. After all, they were here to clean, not look after us. That was my job.The cleaners might not have been the best companions, but something about just knowing they were around made the house feel a little more lively. I wondered how lonely it would feel tomorrow. Just the two of us.Although considering his earlier request, I might not mind having some privacy tomorrow. I blushed a bit as I remembered the husky tone of his voice.As if he could read my mind, he suddenly leaned in and kissed me. I pulled away nervously. My face felt hot."Mr. Weston, the cleaners!" I reminded
As always, the garden looked beautiful. It was just too bad that I couldn't enjoy it. I hated my mind. The moment we stepped outside the dream I had last night popped back into my head.I didn't want to feel anxious in the garden. I loved the garden. It was the place where Victor and I had walked before, where Arthur and I took photos, where Jack and I first met.Yet as I looked around, all I could remember were the hundreds and hundreds of agonized faces that had surrounded me. All of them crying out, begging me to choose them. I almost shuddered just thinking of it. Would I ever feel comfortable here again?"Are you alright, Anna?" Jack asked suddenly.I sighed. I felt like I was getting that question a lot lately. How did I somehow manage to make
I felt the warmth of his body as it pressed against mine. His fingers kept inching closer and closer towards my aching clit. My mind was a mess. Fulfill his request? For my body?My stomach was a flutter of nerves at the idea, but I wasn’t sure why. After all, hadn’t we done this all before? I'd already seen his body, and we’d definitely done more than just some light petting by now. So why did I feel so nervous about doing it again?It was stupid to ask that question. I already knew the answer. It was because this would be my first real time doing something like this with Jack.Different men in the same body. I understood that now better than ever. Jack wasn’t Victor, and Victor wasn’t Jack. The way they spoke to me, the way they teased me, the way they touched my body. The
I said before that I liked how kind and gentle Jack was, but there was another thing I really liked about him. His patience. I was taking a long time to answer, I knew I was, but he never once tried to rush me. He just stood there, patiently waiting for me to respond.I swallowed a few times, trying to clear the lump from my throat. I took a shaky breath and finally forced the words out of my mouth."Not yet.”"Alright, good. And do you feel the same way about the others?" He asked. I nodded. "Then that's all there is to it.Anna, I said I wasn’t going to make you choose between us and I meant it. Your relationships are your relationships. It wouldn’t be f