Driving, we stay quiet. My mind won’t leave me alone. Nearly at university, he smiles.“Are you sure you want to do this? You really don’t need to. When we are married everything I have is yours. It already is anyway.”“Yes, Jackson, even if I don’t need it, I would like to finish and pass and have accomplished the goals I set for myself,” I explain. He just smiles back. I need something for just me.“Okay, one stop before we get there.” We pull up to an old-looking shop and walk inside. The man looks at Jackson and smiles.“She said yes.” The man's voice is quiet.“She did, indeed. Is it ready?” He guides me to the counter, and I look confused. The shop is for antiques, beautiful furniture and at a very high price tag as well. You wouldn’t think it, looking at the outside though. The man walks back through, a smile on his face as he hands Jackson a box.Jackson turns to me and opens it, taking out the ring. “To make it official,” he gets on one knee and slides the ring on my finger.
“Let’s go out. Let's go to a club.” Georgina is giddy. I can’t help but laugh. For a change, I won’t refuse. I will go out and enjoy myself. I no longer feel like I should hide away from the world and not enjoy my life.“Okay, let’s go!” Laughing, we walk into her room, getting ready together. Our plan is just to celebrate me being engaged. I put on a slutty dress that Sir would love if he was here to see it, that is. Walking into the nightclub, I smile for a change, not hiding away.I’m dancing away with Georgina and even by myself. The drinks are going down too quickly, and I know the reason is to try to take my mind off Jackson leaving. Dancing slowly, guys flock around us, Georgina, as always, snapping pictures of us together.I never enjoyed going out after Max, but I feel like Jackson has opened me up so I can enjoy things like this. Laughing, we drift between sitting and talking about the wedding and dancing together, me now beginning to feel a little too drunk, but I don’t car
Walking out of the bedroom, I look at my boxes, ready to leave.“You packed everything?” He asks, looking around at the boxes.“Nearly, just a few more things, then I am done.” I smile at him.“Okay, I will get them collected tonight for you, and then the rest can be sorted later.” His hand slides up the back of my dress. Looking at him, I smile.“I love this dress.”That is precisely why I put it on. I knew he would love it.“You will love it more as it falls to the floor, leaving me completely naked for you.” I enjoy teasing him, even if it is just with words.“It certainly would so hold on to it tight as it might just slip down while we are out.” He smirks, smacking my arse as we leave the apartment and get in his car.“So, where are we going?” I ask, smiling. “On a date.” He smiles, a small chuckle escaping his lips—my mind figures out what he is saying. Turning, I look at him. “A date? You realise that is meant to happen at the start, right? Not after we get engaged.” I laugh a
On the way out, we start saying bye.“Right, keep us updated Alena, and of course, I am paying,” My Dad insists, shaking Jackson’s hand as we are ready to leave.“That won’t be necessary, Mark. Alena will have more than enough to cover everything she wants and more,” Jackson replies, trying to decline his offer. He really shouldn’t decline him completely.“Not a chance! I at least want to pay for her dress,” my Dad insists, and I know he is not going to back down. I look at Jackson and nod, trying to get him to agree.“Okay, I am sure that will be fine.” He smiles, shaking my Dad’s hand. Jake comes over and hugs me.“Give me your number and we can stay in touch.” I take his phone, put my number in it and hug him again. They get in their cars, and we walk to Jackson’s. “I am changing your number.” Jackson doesn’t look happy. I have to laugh. Is he jealous?“Seriously? Are you that jealous of him?”“I don’t trust him one bit Alena. I have a feeling he is up to something. Just be carefu
His fingers start teasing, slowly moving in and out of my pussy. He starts with one, the same finger teasing slowly and gently, then slowly he adds another finger and another. His fingers are moving quicker, making me scream with pleasure.“Remember the ‘peach’. You just might need it.” He laughs as I feel myself spreading wider than ever before.“I wonder how much I can get up my sweet pussy. So far, all fingers. Maybe the knuckles next?” He is driving me crazy, his fingers moving faster and harder, each time I feel them go deeper, stretching me more and more.It feels amazing and weird, something I have never felt before. He is moving faster and harder. It feels like his whole hand is inside me. Screaming, I let go as the orgasm rises in my body. He moves his hand and smacks my arse, the wetness making it sting more and more. I can hear him moving.He comes back, and I feel the toy at the entrance of my arse, slowly circling before being pushed in fully, nothing happening as it just
He rolls over to face me, smiling, before gently kissing me. “Good morning, fiancée,” he kisses me again, gently. “Let's start moving. I want you to meet my Mum again before I leave.” Smiling, I nod. I can’t break down and let him see how much today is going to hurt me. Getting up and getting ready, the day flies by, my mind constantly watching the clock tick by.He always treats me so amazingly, but today is different. I feel like a queen. He is trying to make this easier for me when he leaves. His Mum is over the moon about the engagement.Sitting, watching her smile as Jackson tells her, I can’t help but smile. Looking at her, she has tears in her eyes, realising that she will never see her daughter get married. She looks broken, and she is crying, and I feel I need to offer her something to help.I don’t want her to feel like she has no say or no part in the wedding.“My Mum left when I was young, but I have my Step-Mum coming with me to look at dresses. It would be great if you c
Driving to the florist, we sit quietly until she finally decides to speak.“So, how was last night?”“Fine. I just slept. Why?” I reply, concentrating on the road.“You didn’t look fine this morning. You looked like crap. Are you worried?” She looks at me with concern. “I would rather not talk about it, honestly. I just want these two weeks to pass as quickly as possible,” I reply and continue driving.Of course, I am worried. What sort of question is that? She is worried about me after twenty-four hours. Imagine me after two weeks. We arrive at the florist and walk in. It doesn’t take too long to pick which flowers I want. I look at Georgina. “Do you think it would be wrong to get something done with the picture of his sister? And Tallulah’s print?” My mind is thinking about Jackson. This is his wedding as well.“What do you mean, Alena?” She asks, looking at me, confused.“Well, Katy should be there at his wedding. I feel like a photo, or something should be somewhere so that she
I walk to the door, answering it. It is Margaret again. “Hello Alena, great to see you again,” she smiles, walking in with bags of food. Should I not buy the food? Or maybe Jackson paid her enough to cover food as well. No doubt he did because if she asked me to buy stuff, I would come back with the wrong stuff.I spend two hours learning how to cook and make enough meals for 3 days. Georgina also gets involved. Apparently, she would actually like to know how to cook. It would be amazing if the night Jackson gets home, I can cook for him and finally start looking after him instead of him cooking every meal for me.“Great, well, I will come back Thursday, and we can look at other recipes to cook,” she explains as she leaves.“Right, dress time. What time is your Mum meeting us there?” Georgina asks, smiling, far too happy about this.“Around two. Jackson’s Mum will be there as well,” I explain, forgetting I have not told anyone she is coming, but it is my choice.“Let's get going then