Amy
Jace offers to give me a tour around their house after breakfast. They own a pretty big chunk of land, and most of it is covered by woods. I just wonder why anyone would want to be surrounded by a forest. Maybe it could be the love for nature or the need to be away from the noisy town. It must have cost them a fortune.
“Are your parents the ones who bought this land?” I inquire from Jace who is walking beside me.
“No. I bought it,” he replies.
“It must have cost you a pretty sum,” I say.
“It did,” he says with a small smile. I wonder how much more Jace owns. He must be very wealthy. Where does he get all this money? Perhaps he inherited it from his parents.
“What do you do for a living?” I can’t stop myself from asking this time. He looks thoughtful for a moment.
“I used to be an artist,” he replies with a coy smile, which is immediately replaced by a thoughtful expression. That is in past tense.
“And then what happened?” I ask him.
“I quit,” he replies.
“Why?” I search his eyes which are dark blue and filled with very many memories from the past.
“Because I didn’t want to do it anymore,” he says with a shrug of his shoulders.
“You just woke up one morning and never felt like doing it anymore?” I ask.
“Exactly,” he responds.
“What kind of art would you do?”
“Portraits, sculpting, painting mainly,” he answers.
“Is there some pieces of your work left? I would really like to see.”
“Would you?” he looks into my eyes with utter disbelief.
“Yes, why not?”
“I sold them all.”
“What?” I wonder. This gets me to stop walking and stand in front of him.
“Are you sure there isn’t a tiny bit of artwork left?” I ask.
“I don’t know, Maybe there are some pieces hidden in the house. I never bothered to keep them,” he replies.
“Why don’t you make some new ones?”
“Why would I do that?”
“I just want to see how your work looks like. I think it would be awesome,” I say with a smile. He gives me a dimpled smile and looks up in the sky.
“Come on, Jace. Do it for me,” I wrap my hands on his arm and bat my lashes at him.
“Please,” I beseech in an exaggerated sound.
“Alright. Alright,” he says resignedly and sighs loudly.
“Thank you,” I say with a coy smile and he shakes his head.
“I need time to collect my thoughts and get my hands in shape. I think they are out of practice. I also need to get some tools and equipment,” he says.
“That’s fine. You can take all the time you need,” I tell him and he chuckles.
“I can’t believe you just made me agree to do art again,” he tells me.
The way he talks about his job as an artist makes it seem like it was a very long time ago. How can he be out of practice? He looks too young to have quit a job a very long time ago. Maybe he didn’t work for a long time. I don’t want to confuse my head figuring out the details of Jace’s job as an artist. Instead, I take in the beautiful sight of the environment and the peacefulness of the woods.
We walk by the woods past Alexa and Patrick’s cabin. Jace tells me that it belongs to them and I almost jump at the thought of seeing Alexa.
“I don’t think Alexa is available for visiting right now. You know Patrick put her on bed rest. She is always napping after breakfast,” Jace tells me.
“It’s okay. I will visit her soon. Probably next week when she has given birth,” I say, and Jace holds my hand as we continue walking back to the house.
Jace drives me back to my apartment later in the evening after trying very hard to convince me to stay with him another night. I turned him down, not because I don’t want to spend my night with Jace doing a lot of love making, but because I want to have a little space for myself to think clearly. I really enjoyed last night with Jace’s family and the aftermath of dinner. Oh, and the morning plus after the tour. It was certainly the best way to spend my weekend and get some fresh air from this small apartment.
When I enter my apartment, I spend some good time regretting the idea of refusing to spend the night with Jace. I really miss him so much. I get my phone and my finger lingers on the dail button of Jace’s number. I can’t call him. He just left a few minutes ago. Just get used to it, I scold myself inwardly. I have lived in this apartment for more than a month but I still find myself feeling very lonely.
Put yourself together, Amy! My subconscious keeps reminding me that I am a grown independent woman who can manage to live on her own, but why do I feel like I won’t manage to live through this night without being with Jace?
I walk into the bathroom and take a shower. I put on my pyjama shorts that Jace said I look sexy in and a blouse. I wonder what Jace would say about my current dress code if he was here. Last night’s threat about taking taking me for dessert on the counter of his kitchen crosses my mind and my whole body shivers. I still wonder if he would do that knowing that his entire family is in the next room.
Pushing away the thoughts about Jace, I turn on my laptop and check on my work. I do some work until it ten. I stretch lazily and walk to the kitchen to get myself something to eat. All the food I ate before leaving Jace’s house has already gone.
I find some snacks and juice which I place on the kitchen counter and sit on a stool. The place is very quiet. I start giving the offer of moving in with Jace some thought. Maybe he was right when he said that I belonged there with his family. They are really nice people who seem to care about me. Maybe we don’t need to be far from each other.
My phone vibrates with an incoming text. My face splits into a wide grin when I find that it is from Jace.
Jace: I miss you a lot.
My heart melts when I read it. I read it again twice before responding.
Me: I miss you too, already.
His response is almost immediate.
Jace: My bed is too big without you, and certainly very cold.
Me: I only slept in it one night.
Jace: Once was enough to change the size and temperature of the bed.
I can’t stop shrieking into laughter.
Me: It is only in your mind. I am sure you are imagining everything.
Jace: I wish it was just my imagination. My bed has turned against me. It misses you too.
Me: I wish I was there to warm it up for you.
I respond without thinking.
Jace: Move in with me then.
I am stuck looking for what to reply to him. I don’t want to dishearten him and neither do I want to give him false hope.
Jace: Please. Please. Please, Amy.
I can’t bring myself to say no to him. I nolonger feel happy living alone in my own apartment. I want to be with Jace all the time, but we just met. Our relationship is not yet that strong for me to start depending on him. I know I will argue with him about letting me pay some of the bills and groceries but it won’t be a successful discussion. Jace is a wealthy man though his wealth is not very established. I know he can take good care of me like he promised, but I don’t want to depend on a man for anything.
Me: I am still thinking about it.
I finally bring myself to respond to him.
Jace: Please don’t take all the time you need.
Me: Okay.
Jace: I mean it. If you do then I will have to pack everything of yours and take them to my house. You will have to make your final decision when you are already there.
Me: You wouldn’t.
Jace: Dare me.
Me: I will take that as a threat.
Jace: I believe I am known for making interesting threats.
Me: Don’t flatter yourself.
Jace: Why not, Amy? Do you think otherwise?
Me: Ofcourse not.
Jace: Good, because I was starting to think about very many effective kinky ways to awaken a forgetful mind.
Me: Oh…
Jace: What? Are you curious?
Me: Definitely.
Jace: Curiosity killed the cat.
Me: Just a hint.
Jace: I would say no telling but that is kinda over used, won’t you say?
Memories of me taking Jace this morning flood my mind and I bite on my lip. My confidence still overwhelms me.
Me: True
Jace: I will give you a hint anyway. It involves screaming out things claimed to be forgotten, and definitely no clothes.
Me: That sounds hot.
Jace: It is indeed.
Me: Too bad I don’t have a forgetful mind. Maybe I should start forgetting things, on purpose.
Jace: It will be my pleasure, and trust me, I will show you the pleasure in it.
Me: Mmm… I am so looking forward to it.
Jace: You should, baby. You should.
Texting with Jace can be very exciting and undoubtedly arousing. By the time I get off the phone, I am needy like a cow on heat, but Jace isn’t around to cool me off. I enter my bed and fall asleep dreaming about blue penetrating eyes which are dark with lust.
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I begin Monday with a determined mind that is ready to get a lot of work finished. I have so far finished two of the articles that I was editing, and I am in the middle of finishing the third. I just received one good morning text from Jace and that was enough to give me the courage to do a great job with my work. I miss Jace though. I don’t think I can stop myself from missing him. I think there is a part of me that is very dedicated to him and keeps me occupied with thoughts about him.
There is a knock on my door right when I almost send Jace a text. That might be Jace! I jump up and dash to the door with a beaming grin on my face. I guess he missed me more than I missed him.
My excitement turns into disappointment when I open the door and find someone that is definitely not Jace. He is huge bald man who is about two times bigger than Jace. He has tattoos all over his neck and arms. The sight of him is scary enough to make the hairs at the back of my neck raise.
“Can I help you?” I inquire from him with a quizzical look.
In a split second, he has his huge hand covering my mouth and nose. He pushes his way inside and other two men come behind him. They all look suspicious and they definitely have no good intentions. Who are they and what are they doing in my apartment. I kick and try to scream but no sounds come out.
“I think you have seen enough,” the guy holding me bellows. Something hits me behind my head and sharp strong pain spreads through my head before I start seeing blurred things and hot tears ran down my cheeks. I fall on the floor with a heavy thud and my whole body aches. My eyes are heavy. I can’t see anything. I can’t hear anything.
Jace! Please come and help me! I scream in my mind and then everything goes black and silent.