All Chapters of Chasing Broken Desires: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

For the next hour, we fool around in the jacuzzi. When it gets close to seven, I run off to go get dressed. I did not really buy clothes for this type of occasion. I slip on a short flowery dress; it shows a lot of cleavage and just barely covers my ass. Back at the main house, Tyler is already waiting for meHe looks at me, and the mere sight of me knocks his breath away. "You are going to give Mr. James a heart attack.""Or maybe I turn him on, and he gives it to Mrs. James later.""Jenna! What a disgusting thought to put in my head."I burst out in laughter as his cheeks turn a soft rose pink. "Anything interesting that I need to know about them?""They had lived here even before I was born./They close to their sixties. They married for almost thirty-seven years.""Shit," I exclaim. "They sound old. What do we talk about?""Whatever comes to mind."Then the thought dawns on me, "Do they know the crazy lady is coming?" I ask.

It is the morning after a night spent with me in Tyler's arms. The comfort is starting to draw me in. No commitment, no strings attached went out the door when he made love to me. I think both of us know that, but neither one of us will admit it. These intimate moments that we share are going to both of our downfall. It is coming down, and it is going to crash had. It is time I catch my breath and exhale and remind myself why I am here.And true to Tyler, he is lying next to me with that goddamn body that drives me wild."Why did you let me drink so much?" I roll around and face Tyler."If I remember correctly, you were trying to get me drunk.""I was trying to get into your pants. I obviously did not try hard enough."He chuckles at me as he stretches every toned muscle of his body, then he says, "I did enjoy the effort.""Why are you wearing underwear? ""Because you aren't.""Are we back to the no sex rule?" I let the words

Day one after the admission was torture; day two was spent in agony, day three mostly crying, day four regret, day five staring down the bottom of a tequila bottle.I drove into the other town and topped up on as much tequila as I can. I wired money from my trust fund to Clara to give to Tyler for a couple of months of rent. I am here to live my life, not become dependent on someone else again.I got another bikini, a pink off-shoulder one. I don't think I gave it much thought as I generally hate pink. I think I might have been a little drunk when I bought it. It is practically the only thing I have worn for these past five days.I make my drunk ass up to the pool again; it is my afternoon of sun, music, and alcohol. I have upgraded myself to a mix disc giving me a bit more variety, but I still get stuck on one song. I blast the music load, grab my bottle of tequila and go sit on the pool steps.“When your day is long…And the night…The

This past week has been challenging. Tyler and I are trying to move back to before me, telling him I am in love with him, and he telling me that he loves me.I can't keep wondering whom we are really fooling, ourselves or each other. It seems that this moving backward comes easier to him. There are days that I really get angry at Clara; she is the reason he has become this way.I have been here for three months now, I have settled very well, and I have made a few close friends. I believe I have found my new home, but on days like these, though, the days that I miss Tyler, I can't help think that maybe I should just move back home. I don't think there will be a future between Tyler and me, not the future I really want.Standing in the shower, I can hear Tyler burst through the front door. With rather an urgency, he calls after me, "Jenna.""Yes?""Where are you?""In the shower.""Can I come to scrub your back?""You can come to

…Tyler POV…Never has one woman consumed me in total ecstasy as much as Jenna does. In the tormented passages of my mind, I can feel her delicate fingers running down my sculpted chest as she lays spread over my body. In nothing but red lace, she fills the empty spaces that are only meant for her. Even though my hands have the desire, I will leave her untouched. I want to take my time with her; I want to feel her presence and let her linger until she begs.Somehow I think that it is me that is going to do the begging. I will count the seconds as I patiently wait to explore her body and soul. I want her to not only be with me; I want us to become as one. She shall be the one that will be Tyler Moore's undoing, in fact, she has, but I have been too scared to admit it to her yet.So with what could only be described as endless hours, I have been counting the seconds as they crawled in anticipation. I have been waiting for this moment, this moment until