I spent that night tending to my wound and regretting why I let things get to that point in the first place. The pain I felt because of the injury was nothing compared to how embarrassed and confused I felt. There were too many questions. Why did Trisha lie about her name? How did he find us? Why did he drag me out like a criminal? But mostly, so he wasn't lying when he said he felt nothing for me.
Why was everything in my life so messed up? I didn't have a good job, lived with my best friend and her boyfriend, and worked at an ice cream store with grades and results of a professor. I couldn't even have a straight relationship without hurdles. When I finished cleaning up, I dressed in Jesse's shirt I had found in the wardrobe and went to bed. A huge part of me wondered if he was safe, I prayed he was.
The rain had persisted through the night and by morning, even underneath the blanket felt cold. I curled myself up hoping that it'd all go away but it didn't. I fell asleep all curled up like a big ball. Somewhere in the middle of the night, I suddenly felt warm. Like someone had lit the fireplace.
As I moved closer to snuggle up to the source, I got a whiff of his scent. Jesse. My hands were on his broad chest as they rose and fell, I didn't want to pull away, but my pride did anyway.
I jumped out of bed, I was glad I got out when I did. My lady parts were already throbbing hard. He sat up, resting his head on the bed frame.
"I'm sorry I startled you." He apologized. "I didn't think you'd wake up..."
"You hold me and think that I won't wake up? Are you that dumb?" Who does he think is buying the nonsense he's selling?
He searched the room with his eyes "You didn't wake up all this while." I glared at him. "We've been like that since last night. I didn't know you'd just sprawl up like that."
I felt my cheeks turn red cause I was so embarrassed. I should have just stayed there pretending I didn't know. "Since last night" was such a long time, I must have been really tired. "Well, why are you here?"
I noticed the flowers on the table next to the bed. There were even notes on each of them. He must have noticed that I stared and he said "They're all handwritten." Referring to the notes. He was putting in effort.
"I'd make time for them later." I grabbed the pillow from the bed and tossed it toward him. "Do you plan on staying here? There are other rooms."
He did a pout "But I want to sleep next to you." I wanted him here too. I wanted him irrespective of the fact that he hurt me. "Please let me stay, momma."
"Fine. You have my account right?" Who said you couldn't make money from playing dumb? "Send me money for all the damages you caused and for laying next to me."
"Can I write you a cheque?" He asked as he reached out for his pocket.
I was stunned to see him bring out a chequebook and a fountain pen. "Do you always carry it around?"
"Yes, for emergencies." He stared back at me "Account details, please?" He passed the book to me "Fill it up. I'd send Ronnie to the bank later to cash it for you."
"Can he do that?"
He chuckled "He can't. Money can." He thought he could solve every problem with money, well, he could. Especially mine. Once I filled out the cheque, he called out for Ronnie before coming back to join me. He sat up, his back against the bed frame, while I laid on his chest with his hand on my ass. I liked them there.
"You, you're doing things to me, pumpkin. Things I can't explain."
I shifted my eyes to look at him "And yet you treat me like shit."
He grabbed me up and cupped my face "I'm sorry. That was terrible and I can promise you, it'd never happen again."
"I promise never to insult you by my words or actions. Whenever you feel I'm overstepping my boundaries, just say the word and I'll pull back." His words rolled out so smoothly like he had planned them all along.
I was so drawn, that I found myself kissing him. I dragged him down to myself and buried my tongue deep inside his mouth and when I pulled his hair, he moaned "Easy sweetheart." He flipped me over and was now on me. Placing my hands above my head, he steadied them with one hand before running the other down my neck.
He planted kisses everywhere and with each touch, I melted more. He opened the buttons and took my nipple in his mouth, biting, sucking and licking. "Keep those hands up there." He ordered as he removed his hand and placed it on the other breasts while he squeezed and sucked the other. I sucked. I couldn't help but run my hand through his hair, my lady parts throbbing harder and harder.
"Don't touch me." He said, clearly out of breath. "Tell me you want me."
"But I don't." I teased and he sucked harder. I cocked my head back as his fingers slid to where I wanted them the most. I loved those damn fingers of his.
"Hey, don't come before I make you." He said with fingers playing with my lady and her very slimy juice. "You smell good, sweetheart. I'm proud of you." And with that, he slid in his fingers. Not one, and then two this time, two of them at once. Making me yelp. "I'd tell you not to scream, but we're in a good place. I want to hear you."
His fingers slid out and in at the same speed, and then he twisted them in there, hitting my G spot. Fuck the fingers "I want more." I managed to say between my breaths which were very fast and interrupted.
"You sure you're ready?" He asked licking my juice plastered on his fingers. "They're nice to you." He said referring to his fingers.
"Yeah. Yeah, I'm sure." He won't move. Just stayed there staring at me "Please."
"With pleasure." He tore off my shirt before placing a pillow underneath me.
"Sir." A voice called out from the door.
Jesse let out a sigh of frustration "Not now Ronnie." He continued with his trouser and I could see his glory poking through his briefs.
"Your father is... he's gone, sir."