"He called again today," Becky tells me as her voice is muffled by food.

"I'm sorry he keeps doing that." As per my request Jacob had given me the space I'd asked for, all while persistently bugging my friends and his sister.

"I think he's scared Em. I mean, he knows how close you are with your mum, and after that night at his place where she raged you needing to leave Columbia, he's probably scared shitless that you'll leave him to."

"I know, and I'm just so confused. Everything feels surreal, in a bad way. A couple months ago, I hadn't even kissed a guy, and on the same day I sleep with one-"

"Ok TMI," she cringes and blocks her ears.

"Sorry, I just, everything is changing so fast and I'm confused. How can I be so in love with someone who is so bad for me and the best thing for me at the same time. To top it all off, everyone around me meddling in our relationship is just making me more confused." I let out a huge huff, and proceed to flop onto Becky's bed.

"I think that's all that is something that you need to tell him."

"I feel like I'm also a burden. He's always the one apologising for shit I do. When I complain about Ava, he apologises. When I complain about the media, he apologises. I don't deserve him."

"I think you've had enough of this missy." Becky takes the bottle of tequila from my hand and screws the cap back on.

"Hey, Hey, Hey, that's mine, give it back to me please." Instead she hands me a cup of water which I spit at and she rolls her eyes. The alcohol in my body makes my throat felt more dry than the baked summer earth outside. After the heat of the day it was little wonder why I had need of a large drink, but I clearly starting to face the consequences of 1/4 bottle of tequila. The drink was as warm as the overheated room spun slightly. "I don't feel to good." I burp and she chuckles. I sloppily reach for my phone in my back pocket, as I struggle to find Jacobs contact. Eventually, I click on it, and the phone vibrates to life.

"Em who are you calling!" Becky laughs frantically.

"You're right, I need to tell him how I feel."

"Maybe tomorrow... and sober?" she suggests.

"Nope, I need to tell him-" I shriek as Jacobs smooth voice abruptly interrupted the ringing, "You scared me!"

"Are you ok? Are you drinking?" he asks worried.

"Don't worry big brother, I'm here." Yells Becky.

"Great that very reassuring," he mumbles, and I smile, just thinking about the cute face he makes when he's frustrated. "Emma are you ok?"

"I'm fine, I need you to shut up and listen to me, and I swear to God you better not apologise during this call, or you're mother fucking ass will be so single. Got it?" I don't wait for a response on the other line, and instead plunge right into talking. "First of all, I'm not mad that you want to keep me safe, I'm mad becuase you invaded my privacy without me knowing. That's creepy and manipulative. Second, I'm sorry for complaining about you not trusting me and then giving you reasons not to trust me. I tell you I won't keep running away, I promise it in fact, and then I run away. So of course that's going to leave you suspicious of trusting me. Communication baby, we gotta communicate better. You probably think right now that I'm not committed and am unsure about this relationship from what my body language tells you, but what I'm failing to tell you is how scared I am that my life is moving too fast for me to catch up. My head's still back to when we had our first kiss, but in reality, we've come out to the world, slept together-"

"Alrighty," Becky interjects cringing, but I continue.

"Multiple times. Slept together multiple times, which was fucking amazing, no pun intended. Like sex 2-3 times a day."

"Baby, maybe we can talk about that not in front of my sister."

"Oh sorry. But what I'm trying to say, is that I'm just worried that you think I'm not 100% committed to this relationship as you are, BUT I AM."

"Can I come and see you now?" he begs.

I look at the time on my phone and realise it's almost one in the morning. "No, I promise I'll see you tomorrow. Tonight I'm spending some time with my bestie." I can hear him grumble on the other line of the call, "Jacob I don't have class tomorrow afternoon or the next day so I promise I can see you after you finish work tomorrow-"

"No I can't wait that long. Just, come to the Rising Son building tomorrow and meet me in my office please."

"Are you sure. I don't want to distract you while you're working."

"I'll be more distracted needing to see you, knowing you're alone at the apartment. Please just come to the office."

"Okay, I'll see you there. I love you."

"I love you too."

Once I hang up the phone, Becky makes a gagging noise, "Vomit."

"Oh shush you. How about your love love life, got anyone special in it?"

"No. I mean, there was this one guy."

"What's his name?!" I press.

"Chill, I mean, we had this moment, and he kissed me."

"What next!"

"That's it," she said swoon-fully.

"But, you always go further?" I was genuinely shocked. Either she's not telling me or something's changed about her.

"That's the thing, with him, I-I just wanted to take it slow."

"Ohhhh, you're so falling for him."

She smiles embarrassed, and I laugh hard rolling around on the bed with excitement for her. "Maybe, I just don't think anything could come from it. He's older, and already is in a relationship." I look at her apologetically, although I'm extremely disappointed in her for jeopardising someone's relationship. God knows how devastated I'd be if I got cheated on, and the fact that Becky's disrespecting herself and the other person like that is purely wrong.

"Yeah, you deserve someone who's fully committed to you, and if he's not prepared to give all of himself to you then you wasting your time."

The night continues with water being my drink of choice and avoiding alcohol for the foreseeable future, already feeling sick to my stomach. Around 2:30 am I head back to my own room, and fade into sleep immediately as my head hits the pillow.

The next morning I have another political science class, which creeps through time, feeling double what it's supposed to be. At least I'm no longer stared or gaped at in the classroom, however any discussion which can segway to anything related to Jacob and his lifestyle, the room shifts their eyes to intrusively gawk at me. Finally at 12:20 the class ends and is quick to disperse out of the room, scattering onto the field like mice. I make my way over to the coffee cart, and after looking in my wallet and realising that all I have left are 4 quarters. I get the subway to manhattan and walk to the Rising Son. The shades that I have protecting my eyes from the harsh wrath of a wicked hangover, also distorts the colour of the building, making the modern white architecture a warm orange. I enter the mechanical revolving door, and enter the clean cool lobby, which provides relief from the manhattan heat.

It's strange ascending the elevator past the level which the firm is on, and riding up to the top. When I arrive at the receptionist at the top, she gives me a once over. "I'm here to see Jacob Reynolds."

"And do you have an appointment with Mr Reynolds?"

Before I can answer to doors open forcefully, and in only 3 powerful strides he's all over me, somehow managing to embrace me me in a hug and kiss me at the same time. I place my hands on his hips, only wishing desperately that we were alone. Although I'm quick to remember that we have an audience and we walk past the offices of executives and public relations only to reach his corner office which was completely glass. In it was a desk similar to the one at his house, floor to ceiling windows overlooking manhattan, a couch and coffee table, off to the right, a bathroom, and next to it a wooden clothing cupboard which was the same colour and material as the desk. Once we entered, he walked over to his desk, hitting two buttons which locked the door and turned on the opaque glass. He came back over to me placing his hands on my hips, and pulling me so I was against him. I could feel his taunt, bulging cock behind his slacks, and it made me tingle. "What took you so long," he said almost as a growl.

"I had to get the subway."

"I don't care if I have to send a bloody police escort next time, but either way I'm getting you driven to me ASAP. I've been fucking hard for you all morning, I had to cancel my meetings."

I lower my hand to the top of his belt and slip my fingers an inch under, "All morning ey?" A wicked smile overcomes my face, "Well we have to do something about that baby." He his the opacity button and the glass fogs over.

He groans, and I push him as hard as I can backwards onto the couch, mounting his lap, so that my head is positioned above him, and I push my mouth hard onto his. He grabs my tough with his and sucks on it, the deep throaty sounds he makes forces a moan myself. I run my hands through his hair, tugging on the ends, all while slowly moving my hips to grind agains him. My body tingles at every surface area of skin his hands slowly caress, and he moves them from the top of my back down to my buttocks. "That's it," he murmured, "keep rubbing yourself against me like that. Christ, you're so damn hot."

"Jacob," I murmured. My hands were running all over his flexing back, my body arching and grinding into his. His mouth covered mine, drinking in the sounds I made as I shivered beneath him. I clutched his neck, kissing him back.

He rolled us so that he was beneath me, his hands going to his button fly and ripping it open. "Now, Emma." I scrambled down the couch, as eager to taste him as he was to have me do so. The moment he shoved his boxer briefs down, I had his penis in my hands, my lips flowing over the wide crest. Groaning, Jacob grabbed a pillow and shoved it under his head. My gaze met his and I pulled him deeper. "Yes," he hissed, the fingers of his right hand tangling in my hair. "Suck it hard and fast; I want to come." I breathed in the scent of him, feeling the satiny softness of his heated flesh on my tongue. Hollowing my cheeks, I took him to the back of my throat, then pulled up to the crown. Over and over. His hips churned, his hand in my hair guiding my pace. "Ah, God." He watched me with dark, hot eyes. "I love the way you suck me off. Like you can't get enough." I couldn't. I didn't think I ever could. His pleasure meant so much to me, because it was real and raw. For him, sex was release, and a way he could show just how much he loved me, how he loved me enough to give up control, to let me see him vulnerable and at my mercy. Then to take control and give me what could only be described as heaven. He couldn't hold back with me because he wanted me beyond reason. Only a week without each other, and our hands roamed and possessed one another as if grasping for something so precious and fleeting, wishing to preserve it in an eternity. I pumped him with my fist, feeling the thick veins throbbing beneath the smooth skin. A ragged sound tore from his throat and salty warmth spurted on my tongue. He was close, his face flushed and his lips parted with gasping breaths. Sweat misted my brow. My excitement mounted along with his. "That's it, baby, make me come for you." His neck arched, his breath exploding from his lungs. "Fuck."

He came. Hard and brutal. Semen burst from the tip of his cock in a thick, hot rush that I struggled to swallow. He growled my name, his hips pumping upward into my working mouth, taking what he needed from me, giving me all he had until he was emptied. He pulled me off him, and put me on top of him. I remove my skirt and panties, positioning him to my opening, but he haults me. "You have to be ready for me mi amour."

I grab his hand and shove him between my legs, "I couldn't be more ready." I groan in anguish, needing him to fill me now.

"Not yet, I'm...big, it will hurt if you're not completely ready, and there's no way in hell that I'm going to hurt you like this."

"But-" before can finish talking he slides a finger into me, working on me from the inside. It doesn't take long before he slips another in, massaging and pleasuring me. "Jacob," I whimper and squirm under his merciless gentle assault. I felt him relax, sinking into the sofa and into me. "Do it." I set both hands on his chest. "Do it now."

Jacob lowered himself into me, his hands steadying me as I bent at the waist, opening myself to him so he could slide deep. A low, keening cry escaped as he seized my hips and angled me, knowing just how to position me to make me fit him. He was too big for me, too long and thick. The stretching was intense. Delicious.

My core trembled, clenching desperately around him. He made a rough sound of pleasure, pulling out just a little before sliding back slowly. Again, then again. The wide crest of his cock massaging the bundle of nerves deep inside me that only he'd ever reached.

Fingers clawing restlessly, leaving steamy trails on the glass, I moaned. I was achingly aware of the distant throb of the music and the mass of people I saw as clearly as if they were in the room with us.

"That's it, mi amour," he said urgently. "Let me hear how much you like it."

"Jacob." My legs shook violently on a particularly skilful stroke, my weight supported only by the glass and his secure hold.

I was unbearably excited, greedy, feeling both the submission of my pose and the dominance of being serviced. I could do nothing but take what Gideon gave me, the rhythmic slide and retreat, the sounds of his hunger. The scrape of his jeans against my thighs told me he'd pushed them down only far enough to free his cock, a sign of impatience that thrilled me. I think I'm going to come I groan, and I grab his hand to cover my mouth as I scream violently into it, aware that less than 10 ft away are a crowd of busy men and women working.

For long moments, he just held me. I listened as his raging heartbeat slowed and his breathing returned to normal. Finally, he spoke with his lips in my hair. "I needed that. Thank you."

I smiled and snuggled into him. "We needed that," I corrected him.

"I missed you," he said softly, his lips pressing to my brow. "So damn much. And not just for this."

"I know." We needed this - the physical closeness, the frenzied touching, the rush of orgasm - to release some of the wild, overwhelming emotions that affected us when we weren't together. I know that we still needed to talk but now just isn't the time. After I used his sower briefly, and he changed into a new suit, he proceeded to sit behind his desk and get back to work, while I made my way over to the couch. I opened my phone, and Felix's contact number, opening messages I asked him, 'r u in office building today?'. He was quick to reply, saying, 'yeah, but I'm heading out for late lunch now.' 'can I come? I can be downstairs in a minute?' I looked over to Jacob who was engulfed in work and said, "Babe, I'm going to go to lunch with a friend."

It took a second for him to tear his eyes away from the screen, "With which friend?" His tone and question was in no way grilling or invasive, but for some reason the answer was harder for me to say.

"Felix." I blurted.

This time his attention, was fully devoted to me, "The guy you work with?"

"Yeah, I'm famished and he's waiting downstairs for me."

"I don't like him very much. I looks at you like he shouldn't," he grumbles, which gets a smile chuckle from me.

"He's a good buddy. Nothing more." I round his desk, and plant a kiss firmly on his lips before touch where his heart is and turning towards the door. "Should I come back afterwards or meet you at your place?"

"Here." He says, in a no-questions-asked tone.

"Alrighty," I giggle. Before I exit I turn to him and say, "Babe. Remember I have boundaries." He nods angrily, but I know it's just something we have to work on.

Felix and I end up going to a chic little cafe on Madison avenue, and like the idiot I am, I forgot that I didn't have the luxury of eating right now. I make barley enough on my internship, which means I'm going to have to find a job. It shouldn't be to hard. I did have a job as a waitress and a receptionist back in Malibu, which really opens up my profile. Felix insisted that I should get something and he felt bad for eating in front of me, but I reassured him that I had already eaten lunch and just came for the entertainment. Which couldn't be further from the truth, the last time I ate was chips that Becky and I used to chase the booze. I stupid idea on our behalf. "Are you feeling better?"

"Sorry?"

"Are you feeling better from the other day? You said you were sick?"

"Oh right, yeah. I feel much better, thanks." He gave me a kind smile, and dives into an enthusiastic explanation of how his friend Kyle at NYU is competing with this girl, who he doesn't realise he's in love with yet, to see who can get the most just confession from a teacher and the winner get the other's car. The audacity of the story has me in hysteria, and by the time we get ready to leave, my mouth hurts so much from smiling, and my stomach cramping from laughter. "I haven't laughed this much since-well...never."

"Well thank you for coming out for lunch with me," he beams. For the first time I can see his charm. He wasn't gorgeous like Jacob, or classically handsome like Spencer, but his charm was in his kind eyes. And his intelligence. The wisdom and scintillating conversations which was promised every time one would engage with him, was beautiful in it's own self.

That night back at Jacob's place, we ordered Chinese, well he did, grabbed and blanket, cuddled up on the couch and I made him watch twilight. He winced nearly every five minutes calling it cringe and for chics, but I insisted that it was to this day one of the best films. When the movie ends, Jacob immediately grabs the remote, putting on some show that opens with a car chase. I shift in my position and start to kiss his neck, moving up to his jawline, where I place kisses all along up until the corner of his mouth. Despite my attempts to capture his attention, I could tell he was ignoring me to be funny and annoying. "Babe," I moan.

"Mhmhm?" he responds. I cover my his lips with mine, and while he does open his mouth, he doesn't kiss me back. I start to rub up and down on his leg, relieving some of the tension and sexual frustration he's building. But still he doesn't move, like a tree rooted in one position. I get of his lap and go behind the couch to where he can't see me. He continues to ignore me and focus his eyes on the TV. I take off my shirt and bra, throwing them so that they land in front of him. This gets him to roll over, and a smirk, comes beaming over his face.

"So now you want to play?" I quip. He stands up and begins to undo his belt buckle, I pick up my bra and dash for the master bedroom locking myself inside.

He bangs on the door, "Tease!" he shouts playfully. I place my bra back onto myself, and open the door so that he comes tumbling in, and I can dart around him. He chases me back into the living room, and I throw pillows at him from the lounge. "Stop running Emma, you know you can't outrun me."

"Why's that," I say with mock frustration.

"Because you're a girl," he replies in his best 6-year-old voice. I laugh and run for the kitchen, but slip just before the counter, and slam into the ground. "Emma!" Jacob yells concerned and runs over to me, scooping me up. For a sound so loud, I'm surprised that my fall didn't hurt at all, aside from a small sting from the initial contact. "Are you hurt? Where did you hit? Do you need some ice?"

I'm still laughing, and I cup his face as he carried me fireman style to the bedroom. "Babe, I'm fine I promise. It didn't even hurt." The second he places me on the bed, he tries to stand back up but I link my hands behind his neck, and pull him so that he's on top of me. I fully intended to finish what we started in his office, and but the way his hand palmed my buttocks, so did he.

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Sometime in the night, I hear Jacob next to me yelling and thrashing around in the bed, "We can't just leave them!" he screamed hoarsely.

"Jacob wake up," I said scared.

I ran over the the door and turned the lights on, but still he was engulfed by his nightmare. "No! No! No! It wasn't my fault, Patrick, he, he was the one that, he was the one!"

"Jacob!" I yelled, and started to shake him. The actions he was making started to become vicious, and he even started to rip the sheet on top of his. I got closer to him, and slapped him as hard as I can in the face and back up the wall behind me. He jerked into consciousness gasping, sweat was sticking to him, but his eyes began to slowly slip back into reality and force the awfulness back.

He was over me in a second still breathing heavy but murmuring, "Did I hurt you? Are you ok? I didn't mean to."

I pushed myself into him, hugging him as tight as I could, "No baby. You didn't hurt me. It hurt me to see you like that. In so much pain." He bred his face into my neck, "How about we get you in the shower? Hmm?"

While Jacob was in the shower, I replaced the sheets on the bed, looking at the old ones which were nothing more than a tangled strip of fabric. Eventually I felt the sleep begin to creep in's way back in, and before I knew it, I found myself curled up under the blankets and drifting back into sleep.

The next morning I slid out of bed and padded over to the bathroom where I, brushed my teeth and hair, and then washed my face. I pulled on an oversized T-shirt and left the bedroom. I passed Jacob in his office, seeing him standing with his feet planted wide and his arms crossed, facing the window. The city stretched out in front of him. Not the skyline view he had in his Nortica office, but a more gentle, surreal view. More grounded and immediate. The connection with the city more intimate.

"You're not seeing the big picture," he said briskly into his earpiece mic. "I'm aware of the risk ... Stop talking. You're my employee and easily expendable..." he paused frustrated, but then he raised his voice louder, "I've been perfectly reasonable and generous. What I don't appreciate is incompetence. You're deadline was over 2 weeks ago, and I have see zero progress. I'm sending someone out to the site at the end of the week, and if there are no significant advancements you're fired."

Recognising that all-business note of steel in his voice, I kept walking towards the living room. I needed to look for a job considering that as of the end of the semester I would need to pay for my college tuition completely by myself. There was an iPad sitting lonesome on the glass coffee table, and figuring I'd use that to scout out some options I picked it up. Of course it had to be password protected. I tried a few combinations for it, but was startled when I heard a voice say my name. I look behind me and see that it's just Jacob. "Sorry-" stutter, "I should've asked-"

"No," he says smiling, "I mean the passcode. It's Emma." I enter the digits '3662' and the iPad unlocks, I can't help by smile knowing that he put my name as his password. I start by downloading linkedin, and create a profile. Jacob comes up behind me and kissed the crown of my head, I look up and offer him my mouth. He tastes like coffee, and I notice in his hand is a steaming cup. I get on my knees and face him, and he places the cup down on the table, taking my lips in his, and wrapping his arms around me. I reach for the coffee cup, and separate from him, allowing myself to take a big sip. "Did you not think that when I offered you a cup before that maybe you would like you're own," he said mock scolding me.

"Well before I didn't want any, but you kissed me and then I wanted some."

He glares at me and then shifts his attention to the screen. "You need a job?"

"Yes. I am officially broke," I answer sighing and focussing my attention back to my hunt.

"Well, you know if you need money I-"

"Jacob. I don't want you to give me money."

"Emma, I want to though. I can, I have more than enough-"

"And I appreciate that you would give it to me, I really do. But I gotta make it on my own."

"Well you can't stop me from giving you your birthday gift. After all it's only two days away."

"How did you no it was my birthday!"

"We may not have been dating for 16 years, but I have known you that long. One tends to remember someone's who is important to them birthday."

"Well I won't be accepting any cash presents, or any presents for that matter. But I will tell you what I want."

"And what's that?" he says against my lips.

"You to tell me what haunts your dreams. Or more accurately, what controls you're nightmares."

He steps back, and I can feel him slowly withdrawing. Every time I ask for him to trust in me he withdraws, and I can't reach him until he sticks his head out of the sand again. "Here I thought you'd ask for jewellery or a handbag."

In an attempt to lighten the mood I say, "Come on. You no I'm not that type of girl." I look down at my feet, and say, "I should get going anyway."

"No," he groans. "Stay. Please stay."

"I have nothing else to talk about. Unless you do?" He looks away, not meeting my eyes, so I take that as my sign to leave. I don't know where I'm going or what I should do, because I had planned on staying at Jacobs tonight. My anxiety is on edge right now, I don't have any money, I don't know what will be happening next semester, and Jacob and I can't seem to go 24 hours without upsetting each other. Despite my strong will, I can't seem to walk away from any of it. Can't seem to walk away from him. The moody, daring, thrilling, possessive things that are him, I don't...can't walk away. Because I love the bloody bastard. Realising I don't even have enough money for public transport, I look on my phone and see that it'll take 1 hour to walk back to Columbia.

A black car pulls up next to me, and I recognise the diver to be Peter. But when I look in the back, hoping to see Jacob, he's not there. "Miss Langa, Mr Reynolds asked me to drive you where you want to go."

I want to tell him that I want him to take me back to Jacob, but as my heart is still cold from Jacob's dismissal I reply, "That's alright, I'll walk."

Peter doesn't move however, and responds, "I have to insist that I give you arrive Ms Langa-"

"Peter. I've known you since I was six, and you've been calling me Emma since then. So please drop the formalities."

"Emma," he says, his voice edged with seriousness, "We both know that all you need is patience with him. I've never actually seen him so in love, in fact it's something I'd never thought I'd see." Despite knowing how true Peters advice was, I kept walking and walking. But Peter never dropped off my tail. Occasionally driving ahead, parking and waiting for me to catch up. It continued for another 15 or 16 blocks before my head began to pound, my mouth purged of all liquids, little beads of sweat form on my hairline, and my feet ache from the lack of appropriate footwear. We're on a street with very few buildings and even fewer people. I begin to slowly slide down the wall, my feat caving under the immense pain. Peter is now jogging towards me. "Are you ok?" I shake my head, and in defeat, I walk over to the car and get in the front passenger seat. I know that nobody which Peter transports ever sits up the front with him, but personally I find it a degrading and outdated tradition. When sitting in the back seat i feel as though I'm not treating Peter like an equal. He slides into the car, although I know this is unfamiliar to him him, like the professional he is, he doesn't comment, or show his discomfort. Before I can stop it, my eyes just start to water, and the tears won't stop flowing. With there being no background noise f new York traffic, and there being a deafening silence, my crying was only so much louder and uncomfortable. He offers me the handkerchief in his pocket, and I can't help but laugh.

"What- What per-person in t-t-the twenty-first century, sti-still carries around a handkerchief?"

"The better question is why doesn't anyone?" he responds. "I hope I'm not crossing any boundaries when I say, I'm always here to talk if you would like."

"Thank you," I respond gratefully. "It's just...," before I can stop myself I start word vomiting all my emotional baggage upon Peter. He sits there and actively listens as I babble on about Becky, and Jacob and my mom, and my money issues, and the media, and hw everything changing, and by the time I finish speaking, I look at my phone and realise that he's been listening to me talking for over 2 and a half hours. "I'm so sorry I just wasted nearly three hours of your life Peter."

"Not at all Miss Lan-" "Emma," he corrects himself. "If I may be so bold, maybe you should go a see him."

I nod, and Peter starts the drive back to the Penthouse. When we arrive, I find Jacob back in his home office, thankfully he didn't go into work today. When he looks up from his chair and sees me he curses, "Fuck! Jesus Em. Are you trying to give me a heart attack."

"No. Just an apology. I keep pushing you to tell me things that all you're talking is some time for, and I should be listening to you."

"Don't apologise, I promised to be more open, and I haven't been. I'm also sorry for letting you leave this morning. Come here," he pushes his chair back a bit for me to sit on the desk. When I do, we are finally at the same height, and he cups my jaw. "Thank you. For coming back." His softly rushes his lips on mine, but we are interrupted by his phone. He let it ring out and slid his tongue in my mouth. But the person on the phone was persistent and called back. Once again Jacob ignored the phone, but the third time is rang, he rolled his eyes and groaned, shifting his attention to the caller ID. He answered the phone and I gave him a look that said, 'Are you kidding!' but he held up three fingers to indicate that his call would only take three minutes.

I slid of the desk and started exploring the house. I realised, that while I practically live here some weeks, the only rooms I'm aware of are the kitchen, the guest room, living room, office and Jacobs bedroom. I walk up the stairs to discover that there is also a billiard/library room, a movie theatre, a room that just seem to hang old art works, another bathroom, and a bar. I decide to go back to where I found the pool table in the billiard room and set up a round. I break, and one of the balls go in. At that moment Jacob walks into the room, "There you are mi amour."

He comes around the table to where I hold the cue and leans in for a kiss, but I place my hand over his mouth. "You made me wait. Now it's your turn." I flash him a wicked smile, "You have to play the game to win your prize."

"Are you playing with me mi amour?"

I line up for my next shot and miss the next ball. Instead of grabbing his own cue, Jacob takes mine, brushing his fingers along mine, as he take a hold of it. never breaking eye contact with me. He looks down, and sinks his shot, giving me a cocky smile. "So what happens when I won this little game of your's?"

"You can claim your prize," I whisper, running a hand along my stomach. "But if I win, you have to open the locked cupboard under the stairs." He flashes me a wicked grin, and I shiver under his gaze.

He sinks his next two shots, and as he lines up for the fourth, I place my hand on his lower back, and he misses. He huffs when he misses the shot and passes me the cue, "so that's how you want to play?" I line up behind the ball, and just before I release the cue, Jacob presses his knee into my clit, and I end up hitting the ball so that it miss all the other cue balls. I slam the cue into his mischievous grinning face and he rounds the table to get a better angle. This time I go for his ear, nibbling and sucking on and around it. Although he hits a ball, his shot was hopeless, and he passes the cue back to me. Instead of letting myself get distracted by him, I manage to sink the rest of the cue balls one after the other. "So," I whisper, "show me what's in the cupboard.

He takes me to the kitchen where he retrieves a key. He unlocked the door to under the stairs and flicks on the lights. While most people would expect to see a wrap around storage space, the stairs lead to a room almost a big as the main bathroom. Except in here where toys; handcuffs, leashes, a various array of dildo's and other things. "Oh My God." I slowly back up out of the space, not ready to see all that, "You use all that stuff?" I whisper through a dry throat.

"Yes, but, not here." He took a deep breath, "About 7 months ago I owned another property in New York which I bought just after making my first billion. I wanted a place that was excessive and flashy, but it was never a home. Way before anything happened with you and I, I would bring women there-"

"How many."

He looks at me pained, "Don't torture yourself," he pleads.

"How many."

There was a long pause before he finally said, "2-3 a week." It didn't take a genius to work how many that was a month. "It was before I met you and-"

"I know...just continue." I tell him, unable to meet his eyes any longer.

"Well, I began to explore...female pleasure and that's when I started buying the toys. I never meant to scare you."

"I-I'm not scared, just, startled."

He walks towards me and takes me in a hug, pressing his lips to the crown of my head. "You know I would never force you to do any of that unless you wanted to."

"Do you want to though?" I look up at him.

"I mean, it's all about the person you do it with, and if you get there with that person, you get there, but-like I don't know...maybe-but only if you wanted to."

"So what? You were-or are- like a sadist?"

"Fuck," he hisses, "Fuck no. I'm not into that Dom/Sub kind of thing. BDSM would be a better term for it."

I take a turn about the room, examining the draws and walls carefully. "How would we do it?"