Reaching the apartment, we stand at the door, he stands in front of me, my body screaming for him to kiss me. I want him to kiss me. Why can't I stop thinking about his lips on mine? My teeth bite down on my lip, looking at him.
How can I feel so pulled to him? I feel like I should kiss him, but even I know that is a mistake. It will hurt when he knocks me back. He is being polite, nothing more.
“Well, it would be nice to be invited in for a quick drink. You know, to say thank you for walking you home and all.” Nodding, I agree, unlocking the door. Walking up the steps to our apartment, I keep pulling my dress down.
As we walk into the apartment, I can feel him behind me—a sort of electricity magnet pulling me to him. I try ignoring it, failing as I hear the door shut behind us.
“Erm, feel free to sit down.” I point towards the sofa, watching as he walks towards it.
“Erm, what do you want to drink?” I need
Jackson moves back and starts to button up his trousers, Jackson’s hands sliding up my arms and pulling what is left of the dress up. Lifting me down from the kitchen side, he leans down and grabs his shirt, looking at me, smiling.“Don't look so embarrassed, Alena. You should probably get a room next time, though.” Georgina is no doubt laughing at my face.“No need, I should be leaving, and Alena needs sleep before work.” He kisses my forehead and walks out, Liam chasing after him, no doubt going to argue with him, warn him off and tell him to stay away.“I want details, every single detail. I kind of wish we had set off five minutes later, then we could have walked in at the really good part with you both fully naked and him grunting.” Rolling my eyes at her, I shake my head.“Why are you back anyway? Liam said you would be late” They are back too soon. They can't have left long after us.&ldq
Running out of the apartment, the taxi is waiting. We sit in silence. Getting to the hospital, we run inside, going straight to the desk. “We are here to see Liam Woodcock, please.” “Are you family?” She is annoying me already. What does that matter? “No, we are his flatmates. We had a text about him being in a car accident.” She raises her hand and points to the seats behind us. “I am sorry, but only family are allowed through. Please take a seat and wait.” Wow, really? Okay. I look at Georgina, and she shrugs her shoulders. How do we even know he is okay? He could be lying there dying, alone. I want to cry; I feel it building up inside, the thought that he could be so hurt, and we can't even see him. Georgina smiles gently at me. “I am sure he will be fine. If it were anything bad, they would no doubt have said Alena. It will be nothing.” I nod, yet I hate myself. Maybe I shouldn’t have touched Jackson? The door we came through opens. Turning, I see Jackson walk in, fear on
Am I really going to do this? It isn't me. Sure, it used to be, but not anymore. We begin walking through a small alleyway towards the car park, my mind screaming at me to do something, kiss him, anything. I need to get out of here; the space is too tight, pushing me closer to him, too close for me to concentrate. He turns, his hands gripping my wrists, pushing my back against the wall, his mouth kissing mine, pinning my arms above my head, a moan escaping my lips as he pushes against me more, the feel of his shaft beneath his trousers. Moans seem to be escaping my mouth as his mouth continues to tease. My hands move to unfasten his trousers. He moves quickly, letting go of me; he carries on walking, a little faster than before to get us to his car. Driving in silence, I watch as we go out of the town centre, surrounded by trees and fields. We pull into a drive, the whole place beautiful and open. The house is breathtaking. I have only seen homes like this in magazines and on TV. W
Looking around, I notice a few other doors where walls hide the rooms, unlike the living room. It would be wrong to snoop, wouldn't it? Of course, it would. I am guessing the one in the kitchen is probably a closet. Walking towards the living room, my mind reminds me that I have not spoken to Georgina since I left. I should really check my phone. Walking back towards the kitchen I can't seem to see my coat. Walking towards the front door, I can see it in the hall. Grabbing my jacket, I check the pockets and take out the phone, my eyes look up and see another door, slightly ajar. No harm peeking if it was already open, right? Walking towards it, looking in, it is clearly an office. Still, the fact I know nothing about Jackson’s business is making it tempting to go inside and look. There is no harm in just walking around and seeing if anything is lying around that gives me an idea of what his businesses are. Then, maybe, I can work out what they are. Foolish, I know. Walking inside,
Something tells me that this was a one-off and won't happen again. Maybe that is it after he drops me home, he is telling Liam and going? I shouted and accused him of answering my phone, knowing full well I was looking around his place. Why is my mind so set on thinking it is a one-night stand without proof? My mind tells me that I am not good enough, not worthy of a man like him. He said he was not the kind of guy to do it. Maybe, though, he is. The drive is long or seems it because we aren't talking, all the possibilities running around in my head. What do you talk about after sleeping with a guy you barely know anyway? He said he thought I was in the car and he was worried for me, but why? Why was he so bothered about me, someone he doesn't even know? My anxiety is getting worse; the longer the silence lasts, the worse I feel. This is Max, he made me think no man would be interested, and now I believe it. I don't feel worthy, yet something about Jackson makes me feel alive again
The sound of a knock at the door makes me look towards it. “Let me in.” Georgina's voice is quiet. Moving, I unlock the door, letting her walk in. She walks in, sits on my bed, not saying anything. “You really did cause some crap this weekend, didn't you? At least it'll be a birthday to remember.” She is laughing, trying to make a joke out of it. “I know, alright. On the night of my birthday, I should have said no to him walking me home. I even thought to myself that it was stupid, with him being Liam's brother. I don't know what it is about him, though, something draws me to him, and I don't even know him. I know Liam's annoyed at me, and I can't say that I blame him. It's entirely my fault.” Explaining to her, I realise I need to walk away from them both. “Alena, don't even think about walking away from Jackson because of Liam. I have not seen you confront someone like that in years. He is good for you.” She is right, but I can't carry on knowing I am destroying their relations
My mobile begins ringing. Looking down, I now realise the time it’s 8:15 pm. I have been sitting in here for hours. I should answer, but I want to be alone with my thoughts right now. I have cancelled so many calls from Georgina while I have been sitting here. The number isn’t one I recognise. Picking up the phone, I decide to answer. “Hello?” I answer, trying to sound normal and failing. “Where the hell are you? Georgina said that you should have been home over four hours ago. What's going on?” Wow, Jackson's voice is full of worry. What the hell is he ringing me for, and what has it to do with him where I am and if I am not home when I am meant to be? “I'm at the student bar. I didn't know I'd have to constantly update you on where I am. If this is the sort of guy you are, sorry, but no, I won't do it. Been there before, and I have no plans to go back.” Max flashes in my mind. Hanging up the phone, my hand is shaking. Jackson does not seem like Max at all, yet something about hi
I look up at him; if I don’t tell him and walk away, I am refusing to move on, and in a way, I am letting Max win. “I was engaged to someone; the guy wasn't a nice person at all, and the relationship got to the point where he had my phone, he checked any calls and texts before I did. When I answered calls, it had to be on loudspeaker. I couldn't go out anywhere. Eventually, I couldn't even go to university without him.” Taking a break, I have a drink, his eyes still on me. I can’t tell him everything; I don’t feel strong enough right now. “He'd accuse me of things. It got to the point that I was not allowed my phone, I couldn't leave the apartment, and I never saw family or friends. One night I ran, going to Georgina's she drove us here. We stayed in a hotel until we found the apartment. That is why I flipped when I thought you answered my phone and why I freaked out by you demanding to know where I was.” I can't tell him the details; I can't go into that much without breaking down.