***JACK***
Her brown eyes bore right through mine. There were a hundred questions residing in there and I felt caught up in my words.
Why had I let my mouth blurt out such kind of personal information?
How could I tell her that I always noticed her moody aura when she was in her periods hence I started making a habit of cooking particular foods around that time of the month? It'd sound creepy and disgusting. She, would be disgusted by me.
"Um...um..."
Ding-dong!
Fuck yes!
I shut my eyes feeling grateful because of a doorbell. Never had I ever felt such relief, not even after escaping a shootout with two bullets in my shoulder.
Turns out facing teenagers is a lot harder than a NDE.
"Let me help you to the chair?"
Annie nodded, obviously still dazed by what I had asked a minute ago.
After she was safe at the table, I took off the bib apron and tossed it on an empty chair.
I had smelled the envy in Annie's tone earlier when I told her of the female guest and for some fucked up reason, I felt good about it. Felt good that it bothered her to an extent of washing my timer.
Her reaction had been the most pure of all jealous faces I've ever seen all my life. There had been a tinge of innocence, as if she didn't know what to do with her feelings.
Well, neither did I.
Even though it made me feel sick and upset with myself, I could not deny the growing feelings I had for the girl I had watched blossom into a full woman right before my eyes. Why her of all the girls in the world?
Her attraction to me was obviously from the increasing hormones in her growing body and would fade with time. But mine weren't. I was a full-ass-grown man with countless experiences and a mature brain, I had no excuse for my attraction for Annie.
I swung the door in, revealing a female in a striking blue gown that complimented the fluffy black fur coat. Her hazel curls were flowing freely around her smiling face.
"Hello, Jackson!" She smiled pleasantly while offering her hand. Her British accent was quite good for someone who had spent only five years in England.
"Jasmine!" I smiled back taking her hand and lowering my lips on her soft knuckles.
"Long time no see."
I chuckled. "Indeed... Please, come on in."
Jasmine gave an elegant head bow and walked right in through the open door I was holding for her. What a gentleman...in theory.
"Where is my dear little niece?"
I shut the door, praying to whatever force made things possible. Annie had no idea that her aunt was visiting. She didn't like Jasmine that much given her history with Annie's mom.
Why I hadn't informed Annie about this random visit? I could already see her negative reaction in my mind. At least she would not throw a tantrum in front of Jasmine or it'll be spanking time. Ha! Gotta admit, I was hoping she'll act out so I can give her some of that punishment that has been occupying my mind.
My little Kitty showed up from the kitchen, walking just fine. I wonder where the cramps vanished to!
Her shock was too blunt.
"Oh! There she is!" The older female beamed then started walking to Annie.
"You've grown so...short. You usually look taller in the pictures!" Jasmine voiced her opinion. Which if I was being honest, wasn't needed. Couldn't the woman just say something nice about her niece?
Nevertheless, she still gave Annie a light embrace. "He has taken care of you better than your father ever could."
I quickly cleared my throat.
Nobody needed to hear about that person, ever. He had done enough damage to Annie as a child. So much that some of those painful memories had been blocked by her conscious.
"Annie, why don't you sit with Jasmine while I-" I walked past them, "-finish up in here!"
She gave me a pleading look, but I had to ignore her, just this time. Maybe after the nosy female was gone I could comfort her in any way she wanted.
***ANNIE***
I was mad. No, that couldn't describe how betrayed I felt. How frustrated his betrayal made me feel.
He was smiling and enjoying the conversation with Jasmine, my mom's younger sister. He obviously liked having her around.
Why didn't he very smile like that with me? Oh right! He smiled like that all the time. But why was he smiling at her?
I wanted those smiles only for myself. It was a selfish thought, but I felt I deserved it...and more.
Jasmine couldn't go thirty seconds without beaming Jack those girlish smirks and the stupid giggles. Gawd! I wanted to jump across the table and sew her lips together.
They had gone deep in a conversation that I turned invisible to them.
And why did Jack appear so graceful? From his beardless face, to his sexy chewing.
Jesus! I was obsessed now. I could comfortably diagnose myself with Jackobsession, a fatal condition that would get worse if I didn't find the right treatment.
I stabbed the juicy drumstick with a fork, imagining that it was Jack's hand. My eyes rained venomous scowls on the poor piece of meat that was Innocent. It didn't deserve my fury, only Jack did.
"Annie?"
I gazed up, clearing the anger in my brown eyes to appear friendly.
"Your Aunt asked you a question."
I shifted my gaze to Jasmine who was wearing one plastic smile, faker than all the plastics in the world. She was obviously irritated with me, never really liked me because I was my father's daughter. She only pretended to be nice in the public. It's what she did when mom left. She couldn't even afford to take me in, or even come back home to make sure I was safe.
All she did was send a thousand dollars to help me settle in my 'new home'.
I was so lucky that Jack bought back my house from the creditors that had claimed it as collateral.
"How's school? Soon you'll be graduating, how does that make you feel?"
"Everything is great." I answered vaguely.
Jasmine's eye twitched to what I knew was anger. She covered it up with an even wider smile. "Sounds good... And college plans?"
I eyed Jack. "Arts!"
Jasmine cleared her throat in hopes of breaking the eye contact I had established with Jack.
"Is...is that all?"
"Yes!"
I caught the little satisfied grin on Jack's lips, before he spoke up, slashing the awkward conversation. "Well, I'll get the dessert... Annie, mind helping m-"
"I can help!" Jasmine offered.
I slammed the fork in my hand on the table while getting up.
"You're a guest dear Aunt. Please, relax."
Our gazes collided like two explosives. I saw her clutch her fork tightly while half-glaring in my mocking brown eyes. I wanted her to feel out of place. She didn't like me, well, I didn't like her ass either. Though she did have an appealing ass especially when she wore those skinny jeans.
"O-kay!"
Jack gave a half whisper before pushing his empty chair closer to the table. He motioned me to follow him out of the dining room, which I obliged gladly.
As soon as I walked in the kitchen, a hand shut the door in a soft bang then grabbed my arm. In a breath, I was facing an angry Jack. He was fuming like a mother dragon. Cute.
"What was that?" His hiss spoke of all the pent up rage that had been there.
So everyone at that table was faking? Nice.
"I don't know how to pretend as if I like h-"
"If you don't change that attitude when we get back there, then you and I will have a problem later."
Later!
Punishment!
Ding-ding-ding!
My lips parted, but nothing came out. My poor ass could not handle another spanking.
"Okay!" I whispered defeated.
"Good! Good!"
Jack let go of me and stepped aside. "Now help me so we can get this dinner over as soon as possible."
I took a sharp inhale and let the fresh air cool all the bile poisoning my heart.