…Tyler POV… Tortured bliss is what I feel every time she ran circles through my mind last night as I sought the comfort of my bed. Never has one woman consumed my dreams in total ecstasy. I could feel her delicate fingers running down my sculpted chest as she laid spread over my body. In nothing but red lace, she filled the empty space that is now only meant for her. Even though my hands had the desire, I left her untouched. I want to take my time with her; I want to feel her presence and let her linger until she begs. I want her to not only be with me; I want us to become as one. She shall be the one that will be undoing. She has become my now, my present; she is the driving force that will determine what I do next. I have brought Jenna to a nice outdoor restaurant that plays live music on Sundays. She has just moved off into the crowd towards the dance floor. So I find myself scanning the floor from one blonde to the other. There is no sight of her, not even a glim

I am startled awake by someone shaking me. “Miss, miss, are you okay?” As I open my eyes I am met by the face of a stranger that is near about to splash water onto my face. With a somewhat pounding headache I managed to sit up straight. “What happened?” “I think you must have passed out. I found you here laying on the floor.” “I can’t remember that I fainted. There was a woman.” “You were alone when I found you.” After several minutes I finally find the strength to get up and make my way back to the table, but as I get there, Tyler is not there to be seen. Did he go looking for me? Perhaps he went to the gents. So I sit back down and slowly start to sip on a glass of water. But several minutes pass, and Tyler does not return to the table. He should have been back already. He should not be taking so long. I have tried to phone him a few times now, and his phone goes straight to voicemail. Now I am starting to get really worried.

…Tyler POV… I wake up with Clara almost literally in my face, "Can't you stand any fucking closer." "You can be glad that I am not sitting on your lap," Clara says with a wicked smile on her face. "You will have a better chance of getting a hard-on than me," I taunt her back. She gestures to Mark, and he smashes his fist into my face. "I see you playing hard now?" "Well, soft did not work." I burst out laughing at her attempt to sound far meaner than before. "What are you going to do? Punch the shit out of me and hope I fall in love with you whoring ass?" She nods at Mark, and he launches his fist into my cheek. "I can do this all night long." …Jenna POV… We cannot find Tyler. His phone is off, and there is no sign of him anywhere. Brooke firmly believes that he has been taken as the bathroom was in total disarray, and it is clear that there has been a struggle. We have just stopp

How far are you willing to go to save the one you love? I am about to find out… I have just crossed the line between what is wrong and what is right. Not only am I putting my own life on the line, but I am not sure if it is going to save Tyler. But all I know is that at least I need to try. So as I drop the call, I can see Brooke and the Marshall coming back into the kitchen. Brooke looks at me with a curious frown on her face and wastes no time in asking, “What are you up to, Jenna?” I take a deep breath and try my best not to break eye contact, “Nothing. I just phoned Sandra to give her an update.” She only but shakes her head and raises the pitch of her voice, “Please do not tell anyone about this. Why can’t risk it getting out to the papers.” I immediately snap back at her, “Sandra is a friend. She will not tell anyone.” With that, I spin on my heels and grab my car keys, but before I can even step out the door, Brooke is i

…Jenna POV…   They ask why, why does a woman stay with a man that hurts her, physically hurts her? When does one blue eye become too much? One broken lip, one too many. When does hiding the bruises become impossible? When is enough really enough?   So here I am staring at myself in the mirror, and looking back is a shadow of a woman, a woman that I used to be. Not only am I a shadow, but I have a shadow under my eye. I would like to think that it was an accident, but the truth is that this is not the first time.   He has done this before, and I know if I push him far enough that he will do it again. I get that he gets really angry, especially when he starts to drink a lot; I am sure he does not mean to be this type of an.   So I have to ask myself, why did I do it?   Why did I exchange a perfect life for this one? The answer is simple; it is to save the real love of my life, Tyle