We decided to just enjoy each others presence after that for the rest of the day. We would have our talk tomorrow night after we got more information concerning our works involvement. Hopefully, we would have the answers we wanted and needed to process what the heck happened and clear up everything.
We laid in my bed and just held each other. I let him talk about everything that him and Mr. Sawyer spoke about. The police station finally made a statement that he was no longer a suspect and that the suicide note and body from the council woman's husband had been found. That he should avoid using the main entries and exits of the building and plan on being hassled by reporters. That even I should be concerned about it. If one person slips my name to or around any reporters, they could hound me or camp out around my home to harass me until things calm down. There was also the issue that before the information had been released, the shareholders had started selling stocks, therefore making the price drop and were now griping about it.
Hence why Jackson said they could stick their complaints where the sun doesn't shine. That he didn't give a hoot about their crying over milk they had deliberately spilled themselves.
Yet, here he was letting these things stress him out as his mind raced with ways to fix the damage from all this. He was seething in pent up emotions, hating the fact that so many relied on him for jobs and when stocks prices fell, jobs normally were lost. Which meant some family was now struggling. It didn't matter that the whole situation was not intentional, it all rested on his shoulders as the majority shareholder. He owned sixty three percent of the company, something his uncle had been adamant about was keeping the majority shareholder position and keep his working position in the company. I knew that Jackson had been working almost non-stop before that day I recognized him and I knew that Jackson had already been putting his foot down about not being contacted outside of business hours. That his trips were the only time that he allowed himself to work how he used to before me.
"So you've been letting work pile up instead, so we could have our evenings and weekends together?" I was feeling humbled, a tad guilty, but mostly it made me want to start massaging him all over like I was a lovesick harem girl monopolizing her kings attention. His head was already laid back in my lap as I ran my fingers through his hair, soothing him as he informed me of all the problems that have slowly been building up.
"Yes, but no. I know it's building up, but that is only because I took on some extra work before I met you. I needed something to keep me busy till I fell asleep." Jackson tries to say it like it's nothing.
That working himself to death was okay.
"So you just were what? Working yourself to death before me?" I can't believe he was so unhappy that he'd do that.
"No, not to death. Just to keep busy. I couldn't have too much free time on my hands, because I'd become depressed. Now that you're here," He takes one of my hands and kisses my palm, sending a thrill through me as he places another kiss on the inner part of my wrist. "I want to leave work at work, come home to you," he places another kiss on my wrist before holding my palm to his face, "and enjoy my life with you."
I place a kiss on his forehead and smile down at him, my heart seems to grow in size in my chest.
"Once certain contract projects have started, I can hand them off to some of the department heads, leaving me with more time. Since I will no longer be expanding my business in the UK, that frees up some of my time already." He chuckles, "I should've listened to you when you told me not to go."
He closes his eyes, shaking his head.
"I didn't say you should not go. I said I didn't want you to go." I chide him.
"Meh, semantics." He waves it off and I giggle, making him open his eyes back up and gives me a soft smile. "Thank you. I feel better."
"I'm glad to be of service." I smirk at him.
His brows raise at my words and he hums, "So.... is that my art piece I asked for over there?" He motions towards the canvas in the corner of the room.
I bite my bottom lip, "Yes... Have you had a good look at it yet?"
"No. I know you don't like it when people see your stuff when it's not finished."
I lift his head from my lap and motion for him to follow as I get up from the bed and walk over to it.
"Close your eyes." I smirk at him before I turn it for him to see.
He closes his eyes and I quickly turn it around.
"Okay open them."
He slowly opens his eyes and his face is blank. It's completely stoic as he looks it up and down. I take a peek at the canvas. Did I forget something? Does he not like it?
I look back to him and he has his face covered with a hand.
"You don't like it..." I can't believe he doesn't like. My heart drops into the pit of my stomach hard. I start to take it down off the easel when Jacksons hand stops me. I turn back to him and prepare myself for his critiques.
"I don't like it, Melita. I fucking love it. It's better than what I asked for." His eyes glisten with emotion.
"Really?" My heart lifts again along with my hand that I use to smack Jacksons arm.
"Ow!" He grabs his arm like I actually hurt him, but can't stifle his smile.
"You ass!" I fold my arms over my chest. "I actually thought you hated it there for a second!"
He lets out a barking laugh, "Well, I don't hate it." He pulls me into his arms and tries to kiss me and I struggle playfully for a bit.
Finally, he snaps and holds me still, chuckling, "I'm going to kiss you damnit. Hold still."
Giggling, I stand still and pull back right before his lips find mine. He growls and picks me up, throwing me over his shoulder and spanks my ass.
"Ow!" I giggle harder as he walks me over to the bed. I'm still giggling as he tosses me on the bed and begins to crawl towards me with a menacing growl. I give an anxious squeak as I move to back up from him, but his body quickly weighs my own down.
Jackson takes my hands in his and pins them above my head before he stares down at me.
My giggles die down as the gravity of his body and hands pinning me down sink in. He stays that way, just letting his gaze roam over me, drinking me in with a smirk playing on the corner of his lips. That smirk sets my nerves on fire though.
He lowers his nose to my neck and takes a deep breath before nuzzling it, letting his hot breath tease me.
"Jacks.." I breathe out.
"Shhh... my Lita." He quiets me and continues to breathe me in. His hot breath on my skin sends little waves of need straight to my heart and lower abdomen. My breathing becomes excited and my heart is beating like crazy under my chest. I can feel his lips hovering over the sensitive skin right below my ear, my body responds arching into him to try and feel his touch. He leans back his nose grazing my jaw line as he brings his face to hover over mine.
I stare back into those eyes that I love and how they peer back into the depths of my soul.
"I love you." Our voices ring together in harmony making us both chuckle at the perfect timing.
As we go quiet again, I try to move my hands from above my head, but Jackson shakes his head before giving me a soft and sweet kiss.
"I want you to keep your hands up for me." Jackson voice resonates through his chest into me and I nod obediently.
A smirk does cross my face as a thought escape from me, "I'll try to but it's hard to resist you know."
Jackson grins, "We can fix that." He rolls off of me and opens the bedside drawer. "Take your clothes off, my Lita." He instructs as he pulls out the restraints.
My breathing quickens and a mix of excitement and anxiety bubble up in me. I do as he tells me to, letting him watch as I remove each piece. When I'm done, I climb back onto the bed and wait for further instruction.