Towards Her Fantasy

Leaving the bathroom afterwards, I am relieved that no one is there. Walking back to the table, I sit down. Jackson’s not here. 

“Where is Jackson?” I look around, confused.

“More like where the hell were you two? We looked everywhere in the club and couldn’t find you.” I shake my head at Marcus, worried that Jackson isn’t back yet.

“He is there, at the bar Alena. He walked straight past us to the bathroom, then out to the bar.” Georgina joins in, and sure enough, Jackson is at the bar. I watch as someone moves closer to him. It looks like Roxy, but jealousy grows inside me. Getting up, I walk towards them.

I haven't seen Roxy much, really, so I hope it is her in a way, but mostly because I won’t feel as jealous. The woman’s hands wrap around Jackson, rubbing down his back and grasping his ass. I can feel my blood boil and watch as Jackson gently moves the woman’s arm away from h