I walk to him, pushing him back and climbing on top. I look down at him, shaking my head.“That wasn’t exactly a punishment, was it?” I laugh. He looks at me.“You’re lucky I came at all. After twenty minutes, I decided it was wrong to leave you here. I did plan to come up, tease you and leave. Obviously, that didn’t work, and I lost control of myself. We still need to talk.” He looks at me, lifting me off him and walking out of the room.I grab the dressing gown and follow him.“How can we talk if you walk away and won’t talk?” I shout at him. He keeps going, so I continue. “Just talk, shout, scream anything! Don’t just try acting like you don’t care.” This time he stops. He turns and faces me, walking back towards me slowly, my body backing up.“You want me to talk? Fine, I will talk. I feel sick when I look at you, thinking of you and him together. I look at you, and all I can think is how many times you were in my bed with him.” His steps get closer, and my body moves back. This i

He comes and sits down in front of me. “You know I love you, don’t you? But you went and got me locked up, locked up for something you caused.” I think about his words, and maybe I can try another way. Maybe begging to go home is the wrong thing for me to do, and I should make him realise he needs me.“I know, Max, I am sorry. I was scared,” I admit. He looks at me to see if I am being honest.“Why would you be scared of me?” He looks confused like he doesn’t see what he has done now and what has happened in the past, so I lie.“I was scared of commitment. I was scared that if I committed to you that you would leave me.” I hope this will work. If I could just get him to think I love him, maybe he will let me leave with him.“No, you didn’t. You reported me to the police. You ran and hid. You told lies.” He moves closer, getting angrier.“I did, yes, because I was scared of spending my life with you when you could have walked away so easily. I knew Georgina fancied you the first time

Georgina and Liam decide to stay at Helen’s, taking the twins with them. Jackson and I are at home alone, or as alone as we can be, with two men constantly here on guard.“Come upstairs. I have something for you.” He pulls me upstairs, and I follow. We walk towards one of the rooms. Walking in, it has changed, the colours and everything. “I decided that morning you left I would change the room, I would make it something you liked as well. We worked on it while you were away.” I begin to cry. He didn’t leave me and forget I existed. His arms wrap around me, his lips kissing mine, slowly and gently.My hands move, unfastening his buttons, sliding his shirt down. He steps back, and I remember how he couldn’t touch me before I left.“Sorry, I forgot,” I smile. He looks at me, confused.“Alena, the only thing stopping me from ripping your clothes off right now is not knowing how you will react. You have not spoken to me about what he did to you. I don’t want to touch you and hurt you phys

Waking up, I am smiling. Jackson looks down at me like he is hurt.“What are you sulking for?” I ask, smiling at him.“Not sulking, angry with myself for agreeing to whip you so hard. You have a big bruise and a cut. I don’t want to hurt you in that way.” His eyes never leave my body. I now remember last night, remember how I couldn’t feel the pain that gave me pleasure like I always had.“I like the marks, the pain. I like it all. Why has that changed for you?” It is a stupid question. I know why it has changed for him.“I just don’t want to hurt you like that. I don’t want to mark you, Alena.” He is talking like he has changed like he doesn’t want to please me.“When you whip me, spank me, bite me, it hurts, yes, but in a good way. The marks after making me smile. When Max did it, it wasn’t through love; it was through hate. All I felt was pain, no love, no pleasure. The marks after made me sick, so don’t go thinking you are doing this to me is like him because it isn’t.” He nods bu

Waking up, Jackson is already up. He seems to get up before me and not wake me once the girls are up. Walking downstairs, the twins are sitting and eating breakfast. Jackson is sitting with them. Georgina and Liam are in the living room, laughing with each other. I am glad Georgina has given him a chance. He deserves it. I walk to Jackson, sitting next to him. He gets up, putting the kettle on.“We need to get stuff sorted for when we leave tomorrow.” I look at him. “I need to go to work and sort some stuff out. Troy and Marcus are staying here with you.”“That is fine with me. I am sure Katy, Isabella and I can find something fun to do and get us in trouble,” I laugh, tickling them.“I am sure you will. You’re great at getting into trouble.” He spanks my arse, walking past.“Not in front of the children,” I joke.“We will have plenty of time for that soon, without interruptions.” He laughs. The thought is amazing.“Come on, Liam, hurry up.” I look at him.“Liam? Really?” He is takin