Waking up, he is out of bed. My body is sensitive, far too sensitive. The door opens. Jackson stands there in leather trousers, a tray in one hand and the laptop in the other.
“Good morning, Kitten. I have your breakfast.”
My smile grows big, at the thought of him bringing me breakfast in bed, and the fact that he is wearing the leather trousers just for me. “Thank you, Sir. You look especially hot this morning.”
His smile twists into a teasing one.
“Well, Kitten, you see, I had a good night last night, tormenting a perfect little pussy. I have to say, I think it has a fetish for my love.”
Nodding, I agree.
“Oh Sir, it certainly does. You are its only sin, the only one to break me down while I love it and fix me back again.”
He places the tray down, the laptop next to me as well, his lips kissing mine. “Well, I figured you could do your daily blog post from here. I will leave you to it, Kitten.” He walks towards the
Things are great. Everything is looking up. Reaching a crossroad, I put my foot on the brakes, but nothing happens. Panic rises in me. I look at Jackson, turning the corner, grateful there are no cars. “The brakes aren’t working, Jackson.” My voice is panicked, my legs shaking, unsure what to do. His laugh throws me. Does he think this is a joke? I have already crashed a car once this month. “Jackson, I mean it. What the hell do I do?” He looks up at me now. Seeing the panic in my eyes, his whole body shifts. “Right, change gears, slowly, keep dropping until your in second and move your foot off the clutch slowly.” I do as he says, moving my foot off the clutch slowly, unsure of what ‘slowly’ means. “Good, I am going to pull the hand brake. We should be going slowly enough that it doesn’t throw us off the road.” Watching as his hand grips it, I close my eyes, not wanting to see. “Alena,
He seems fine like nothing has happened at all, like there is no one trying to kill us. How can he be so sane? “I know, Jackson, stop acting like everything is fine. I know it wasn’t an accident.” He laughs in response to my outburst. “Alena, I know you were listening. I am not a fool. We just need to try to work out who it might be.” I have no one. Still, not a single person I can think of that might do it to me. “I don’t know what you think but, there has been talk about your Mum Alena?” I shoot Marcus a glare. Seriously, I don’t even know her. She doesn’t know me. Why would she want to hurt us? “Not a chance. She doesn’t know me to want to hurt me.” Jackson looks at Marcus, then at me, his thoughts processing, and then he decides to speak. “Actually, it could be plausible She could have kept track of you all the years, and the fact I am with you sparked this. Maybe it is the fact that you now
When she does, I know she is my Mum instantly - fiery, red curly hair and her face resemble mine. How did Jackson not connect the dots when he first saw me? “Anaya, it is lovely to meet you.” I stand up as she approaches the table, I shake my head. “No, it is Alena.” I sit down. She sits opposite me, unsure of what to say. Jackson walks over with the drinks. “Mr Reeves, what a pleasant surprise to see you here. Business meeting?” She clearly has no idea about us, so it isn’t her trying to hurt us. “You could say that.” He sits next to me. His hand grips and squeezes mine, trying to comfort me. She doesn’t look pleased at all. She looks furious. She certainly had no idea until now that I am with Jackson. “Not a chance. Leave my daughter alone. You're no good for her. Anaya, you can do better.” She frowns. “Alena!” My voice is loud. People turn to look at us. I turn my hand to face her.
Sitting, I try to sort myself out. I don’t want to go in looking broken. I don’t want her to get to me like this. “Are you okay Alena?” Marcus finally breaks the silence, which, in a way, I am grateful for. “I am just angry, honestly, more angry than anything else. The fact that she is judging Jackson when she is well, her. On the plus side, I have a sister.” Marcus grins, the look on his face teasing. “Don’t even think about it, Marcus. You’re staying well away from her.” “Well, can I at least know if she is like you?” Laughing, I shake my head and lie. “No, she has brown hair, a big nose, and goofy teeth, so not your type.” I laugh. He is joking, trying to take my mind off things. I am grateful for that. “With your blessing, she might be my type.” He nudges me, winking. I am glad he came and not Jackson. “Anyway, did you have any issues with the girls?” I laugh now, remem
Waking up, Jackson is still asleep. Going downstairs quietly, I begin cooking breakfast, figuring I would give him breakfast in bed. Nearly finished with the cooking, Marcus comes in. Looking at him, I am shocked. “What has happened?” I grab the first aid kit, trying to clean his cuts. It is seven o’clock. Where had he been all night? “I am fine Alena, I have had worse, remember.” He grins at me, but I have a sense he’s trying to hide something from me. “What happened Marcus?” I look at him waiting. “My tire blew. It wasn’t an accident. It looked like there was a large piece of glass stuck in it. I forgot to check the tires before I left.” So, it confirms it, someone is out to hurt us, not just me and Jackson, but Marcus as well? How are we all linked? Who would hate us all so much? “I will take the food up to Jackson, then come back down and clean the cuts.” I grab the plate, waking Jackson up with a kiss, not saying
Getting in, Marcus is right. The house is quiet. The girls are obviously asleep. “Hey Kitten, I have a surprise for you.” Oh, I love surprises, especially Sir’s surprises. “Oh, really, Sir? What surprise might that be?” I look around, not seeing anything out of the ordinary. “Go to the office and see Kitten.” I look at him. Is this a way to get me out of the way to talk to Marcus? Either way, I am excited to see what it is, so I go upstairs. I walk into the office. Demitri is sitting there. Okay, what is going on? “Hey Alena, I am here to do another tattoo for you. Everything is set up.” Excitement builds up inside me. “Really?” He laughs, looks at me, nods, then pats the seat next to him. “Really. You have shown Jackson a few styles you liked. He sent them to me, I re-did them to look better and to be unique. It will be going on your bum, though. Well, it will be starting at the small of your back and going down
“I want to play the yes-no game, Kitten.” Looking up, I laugh. What sort of game is that? “Really a kid’s game, Sir?” I smile, patting his leg, laughing, almost mocking him, which he hates. “No, think back to the very start Alena. How can you forget that game?” I think back. I remember a lot from our years, and then the night comes to me. He asks me a question. I respond ‘yes’ or ‘no’ but add on to it. His first question was, ‘I want to take you to the playroom’. I responded ‘Yes, but I have to walk there naked’. He responded, ‘Okay, while I watch you’. I responded ‘Yes, and you spank me while I do’. It is different to how we usually play. It gives me a chance to ask what I want to happen at that moment in time. “Okay Sir, let’s play.” I smile, excited to see how this will pan out. He smiles. “I want to play in this room with you.” “Yes, but I want to choose the toys from the playroom to bring into this room.” He
Waking up, everything is still quiet. I am glad there are no alarms waking me up. It means we got through the night without another break-in. Showered and dressed, I walk downstairs, just like most mornings. Jackson is sitting with the girls, and Marcus sits in the living room. “Ready for the launch?” His voice is soft and soothing. I smile, feeling giddy. “Hell yes. Today is going to be amazing, plus, I find out when I can have private one-to-one lessons.” My hands clap like my inner child burst out of me. “One-to-one, really?” His eyebrows raise up. “Yes, the lap-dancing ones. I may take the pole dancing ones as well, actually.” “Well, I look forward to seeing the results.” He winks at me. I want to stay and play longer, but I have to make sure everything is being set up for tonight. Each of the rooms will be used tonight by professionals. There will be three pole dancers, two lap dancers, and exercise coaches. The whole point is to make it