Deciding to go to a completely different bar down the street, we park in the back so Brad won't find us. On the way, I call the hotel and pay for three rooms for the night. Nicole snores like a bear and Nora is such a light sleeper, she would never be able to go to work tomorrow if I didn't.
Stepping inside, I know this was the right choice. Hearing my favorite song, I take it as a good sign and relax for the first time in several days. Both Nicole and Nora seem to be happy that I have relaxed, because the next thing I know they have grabbed drinks and are sitting at the table waiting for me to get mine and join them.
Watching the bartender make it, I glance around the room at everyone and see someone very familiar sitting in the corner. Sam is at a table with another woman a little older than her and she is sucking down drink after drink. I get the feeling that they have known each other for a very long time and decide not to say hi
Everywhere he touches me with those perfect hands, I feel hot sparks on my flesh. His teeth grate across my skin and I cry out, but the need for his kisses flows through my veins like lava even more. A sense of urgency grows deep inside of me, boiling over and making me scream out into the night. I wake up in a cold sweat and feel my underwear wet between my thighs. Tearing the soaked sheets off the bed and throwing them in the hamper, I take a nice long hot shower. I drown in my own sorrow, sitting on the floor of the shower and letting the hot water pour over me. Always finding the shower therapeutic, for some reason this time all I can do is cry. Why did I tell him I love him? Too many men can't deal with the "L" word. I recall the night Nicole told Jeremy that she loved him, he freaked out and left to never come back. It's sad that he chose to go into the military rather than be with her, but in reality
A few minutes later, Brad slams the door shut behind him and follows me into the kitchen. I turn around to face him wild eyed and ready for a fight. Having enough of all of this, I simply don't care any more about deceiving him and want to get it all out into the open. Before he can speak, I say coldly, "You don't have a right to say anything to me! The minute we got married you ignored me and treated me like I was a stranger in my own home. Till you start actually acting like my husband and not my captor, I refuse to even listen to your bullshit." I turn away from him to pour a cup of coffee when he grabs my arm painfully and forcefully turns me around. Staring into his eyes, I can tell that he is at the edge and if I don't watch it, I may end up getting hurt before this day is done. Calming down, I try to back away but he won't let go of his grip on me. Looking down at his knuckles, I see the white skin forming
Sitting in my chair by the side of the bed, I stare out the window at the rain falling down. The pitter-patter calms my inner turmoil enough to allow me to concentrate on the problems at hand, but I still have to wonder if coming home was the best option. This morning, the doctor let me go when Brad showed up and he promptly took me home. Not saying a word on the way back, I sank into my seat and hoped that he wouldn't bring up anything today. Unfortunately, he had to threaten me again and cause problems. Finally back, I rushed upstairs to my room and hid before anything else happened. Listening, I think I hear a faint knock at the door. Standing up and facing it, I stroll over casually because I believe I am hearing things. Right before I get there, I hear it again. Opening the door a crack, I look out and scan the hallway. I watch as Sam knocks on Brad's door. When it
"Jenna, are you O.K.?" I wake up to see Brad leaning over me, worried. "You fainted. Come inside and I will get you a drink of water." He takes my hand and yells for one of the stable hands to take Nelly back to her stall. Sitting down on the couch, I wait for him to bring me a glass of water. With the world spinning out of control, I remember why I fainted. When he told me my dad was dead, I felt this rush of nausea and then everything went black. "Here you go." He hands me the glass of water before continuing. "I am just sorry I didn't catch you. The doctor said you can't have any more drama, but this was unavoidable. Are you still dizzy?" He cocks his head sideways and watches me for signs. I shake my head, and answer him, "No. I am just light headed now. Did they tell you when the funeral is?" Not feeling much of anything from the shock, I sit there in a daze. He t
"What do you think you are doing?" I hear Brad yell extremely loud from the other room. I have no idea who he is talking to, but whomever it is, he is mad as hell at them. I can't seem to get the feeling of my dad's cold lifeless cheek off of my mind. Now that I think of it, I have never touched a dead person before, so I have nothing to compare it too. Was that even normal? With my headache finally gone, I lay still on my bed with the window open so I can enjoy the brisk day's air. My door bursts open with a loud crack and Dean marches in, with Brad in tow. Brad grabs ahold of his arm when he stops at my bed and he swings him around to face him. "Let go of me, I need to see Jenna." Startled, I sit up on the bed and scooch back so I don't get hit when the fists start punching. Wide eyed and looking irritated, Brad yells right in Dean's face, "You don't need to do anything except for your job!&n
The minute Dean stops the car, he jumps out and opens my side to pick me up and carry me in. "Shall we?" He asks with a sly grin on that sexy face of his. Kicking the front door open, I feel the warmth of his breath on my face and look up to see the determined look on his face. He shuts it behind him and once we get to his bedroom, he puts me down on the bed gently.Leaning over me, he climbs on the bed and I feel his hands slide down my sides painfully slow while kissing my neck softly. The ache in between my legs is unbelievable and it makes me want to grind up on him and relieve the pressure building up there. He stops kissing me and his eyes train on what he is doing as he unzips my pants and starts to slide them down. Feeling like my insides are lava, I plead with him. "Please hurry." I say painfully. Taking his time, he kisses each inch as he uncovers my skin and slides them down more. Not
"Stop, I need to talk to you." I yell at Brad as I watch him slam the door to his bedroom. I figured out a way to get away from Brad if he agrees to it, that is. Pounding on his door, I persist till he finally opens it and screams at me, "What?" and pushes me back. Cocking his head, he asks again, "What do you want?" I hesitate, but then I answer him, "I have a proposition for you. I will give you the company, if you divorce me and leave me be for the rest of my life. You can't touch my inheritance except for the company though. The prenuptial agreement will be null and void from here on out, if you agree to it." He shakes his head and sighs, "Why would I do that, if I stay married to you I can have it all anyways. Now go have your fling and then you will come running back here, because you have always needed me." The smile on his face makes me want to smack it off of him. Trying not to, I turn and walk to
"What should I do? I have never forgot to take my pills before and right now Aaron and I are fighting. He suspects I am cheating on him." Looking terrible, she stares at the floor and kicks the rug while sitting on the bed. "Nicole, you have to tell him. Especially if you find out you really are. Right now I am going to go to town and pick you up a pregnancy test, then we will figure this all out once and for all." I stand up and grab my keys off the end table. She follows me out the bedroom door and down to the living room where I pick up my jacket and purse. After shutting the front door behind us, we walk to the car quickly because it is getting colder and colder. I usually don't drive in the dark, but this is an exception. My best friend needs an answer right now, not later. On the way in to town I watch as the snow falls slowly across the road and I hope that it doesn't get too bad before