Chapter 5
Jack made sure that her and Gillian stayed out as late as possible. She wanted Gillian to understand why Riddick was the way he was and why he isn't that bad. Along with stories they hit up almost every store, even the lingerie shops that Jack just insisted that they had to go. By the end of the day, Jack had Gillian looking just like her. Gillian didn't mind though, she liked Jack's style; living in a convent you don't get much choice of what to wear. Jack called to house and told Edna to not hold dinner up for them, and that they'd be home as soon as they could. After that Jack called for the driver to send for someone to get their bags and take it home, and to send a car for them to drive around in, Jack then turned her cell phone off, she knew Riddick and Jean would be calling and would get mad at them not being there for dinner. She also knew that she was going to get balled out, but that's something she was willing to take for a chance to get to know her friend more and she wanted to show her around Lanka 3. Jack and Gillian took together like old childhood friends. Gillian's personality sparkled and was just as sharp as Jack and she loved it. She couldn't believe that a girl with a mouth and mind like hers ever spent any of her time in a convent. At dinner Jack ordered only a salad, whereas Gillian ordered a salad also. Along with a steak and baked potato, pasta, and 2 slices of chocolate cake. "Damn, where did you get that appetite?" Jack said from the disbelief of the order. Gillian just smiled a bit. "Oh honey, I'm not saying you're a pig or anything, I'm just sayin that, not everyone can eat quite like you and look as good. Has he gotten you pregnant already?" Gillian choked at the comment. Jack laughed as she patted her back. "Of course not! He hasn't even touched me. It's just a habit of mine. There's been times in my life when I didn't have anything to eat, and since then I figure I should eat like it's my last time." Jack's eyes lost its sparkle as he smile went limp. "I'm sorry." "No don't be sorry, you didn't know."
It was pretty late when Jack and Gillian walked slowly in the house. All lights were off. Jack and Gillian said their goodbyes as Jack started to walk towards her side of the house, suddenly they froze as a voice rumbled, "Lights on!" Riddick and Jean were standing side by side, both looked pissed. Jack went back to Gillian's side, "God I hate when he does that." Jack whispers to her. "Jack where have you been?" Jean said while trying to hold back his anger. "Jean, I was out shopping with Gillian, you know that. Afterwards I showed her around then we went to dinner." "Jack, Riddick told you to be home by dark. What kills me is that you had the nerve to turn off your cell. Jack what were you thinking? How can Riddick and I protect you guys if you go out and we can't reach you." "Oh Jean, you guys are over reacting. This isn't T2 and Hellax has been dead for quite some time now." Riddick shifts as if he was about to say something but Jean stops him and gives him a knowing look. "It's time for bed Jack. We can finish this on our side." Jean flashes her a 'don't try me' look. Jack sighs then turns to Gillian, "It was golden, but I think it's time to call it a night girl. I'll see you tomorrow okay?" Gillian nods and smiles.
Gillian and Riddick are the only ones left in the room. Looking down, Gillian turns to the stairs and climbs. "Lights off." Riddick rumbles causing her to pause on the steps for a moment. Continuing to walk, she made it to the guestroom door that she slept in the night before. Riddick follows close, "Where do you think you're going." "To bed, it's late." "You bed is in here." Riddick says as he opens the door to the master bedroom. A huge bed with big heavy furniture scattered around the room. The room had it's own fireplace and big floor to ceiling windows. A big entertainment center with lots of goodies was in the corner adjacent from the big king sized bed. It truly was a sight. Riddick went in first then Gillian followed. Riddick leaned on the bed then fell back. The bed was an antique, with dark cherry wood banisters, the headboard hard a very tight and intricate design in it. It was beautiful, the only problem was, he was in it. "You're gonna sleep there." Riddick pointed to a smaller full sized bed at the foot of the big bed. She wanted to say something, then she realized that it's best that she did sleep there instead of with him. Nodding she went over to the thousands of bags that filled a whole section of the room. "Tomorrow you will put your clothes in this closet and use this dresser." Riddick said as he motioned to the other wall. Nodding once again she rushed to the bathroom. Changing quickly she slowly walked out. Her robe was clinched tightly in her fingers as she rushed back to her bed. Riddick was shirtless and already in bed, not letting his eyes leave her, he smiled at her modesty. Getting up he walks to her. "I've been easygoing on you, you're gonna pay for your uncle's betrayal." He walked around her like a cat to a mouse. Brushing his lips over her hair, he loved being able to finally touch it. Shaking from his trance he gently moved her. "Get in bed!" he snapped. But Gillian couldn't move, she was too busy being scared out of her wits from his closeness. She couldn't breathe. He must of felt her sway as if she were about to faint because in no time she was in his arms. Looking over her he searched her to see what was the matter. "Fuck Gillian, no wonder you can't breathe. You have this robe tied so tight." He snapped before his hands went to the sash at her waist. Loosening it, his face searched hers to see if she was breathing normally. "Are you okay?" "It wasn't the robe." She answered weakly. "What do you have asthma or something?" "No, I only do that when I'm....No I don't have asthma." He narrowed his eyes at her comment. Helping her to her bed he finished with, "Well I hope your not dying, that would really suck. I need you alive and well, so I can settle the score." With that he sprang from her bed and went to his. Turning her back to him she drifted to sleep with a sigh of relief. His eyes slide over her form as she lay there sleeping. One of her shoulders peeked from her covers. It called for his touch, he even reached out to touch as if he could reach from his bed to hers. He tore his hand away. At first Riddick thought maybe he could just lock her away in the guesthouse on the compound, but Gillian was too smart for that. She'd find away out.
Gillian awoke to the gentle tapping at the door. Looking around the room she realized she was the only one there. Getting up she wrapped the robe around her and peaked her head out the door. It was Jack, holding two cups of coffee. Slipping in she handed one cup to her. "Brought you some coffee Gill." "Thanks, so is Jean still mad at you." Moving to the balcony of the room they sat in the comfy chairs. "He thought he was, but I changed that." Jack gave her a knowing look, Gillian blushed then laughed. "Girl, he was pissed. I put on one of his favorite nighties, and he just looked at me and got in bed. So I slipped under the covers and got real close to him and rubbed my body against his. He told me to stop but I wasn't havin that." Gillian laughed harder. "After a few more minutes he finally came to his sense. He's still in bed where I left him. He won't be getting up for a while." "Jack you're so bad." "I know, and you are too, you just haven't tried it yet." Jack winks at Gillian. After their coffee and eating breakfast they both got changed and headed down stairs. Looking out the window of the Kitchen Gillian noticed that the herb plot of the garden. "Jack, I wana see that herb plot, it looks like it needs some work."
The sun was bright and strong over hear head as she worked in the patch. She lost track of time. The only thing that awoke her from her daze was the sound of Riddick shouting from inside the castle-like house. "Where?!" the word echoed from the house causing Gillian to shake from her thoughts. She lifted her head toward the doorway of the kitchen that let out to the garden and in an instant he filled it. He was angry. Turning to Jerome and Jack he said, "Why did you let her out? I told you she's suppose to stay inside." Jack opens her mouth to speak but Riddick stops her and tells her Jean is looking for her. Jack looks to Gillian but Riddick stands in her way. "Jack, I said Jean is looking for you." Jack huffs at him then turns away. He looks back at Gillian then said. "What do you think you're doin?" "I'm working, now go away." "What?" He yells. "I'm working! Are you blind as well as deaf?" With that WWIII breaks out. They begin to argue back and forth causing Jean, Jack, Edna, Jerome, and other hired help to come and look at the show. Jarvis comes out behind the crowd in nothing but his swimming trunks. Riddick ends the discussion with, "GET UP TO YOUR ROOM!" Gillian turns to the crowd and tries to break away. Jack stops her and turns to Riddick, "But Riddick what about tonight?" "What about it." He snaps at her, he notices Jarvis's attire and then realizes what she meant. "The pool party to celebrate your marriage." Jarvis laughs.
Jack made sure that her and Gillian stayed out as late as possible. She wanted Gillian to understand why Riddick was the way he was and why he isn't that bad. Along with stories they hit up almost every store, even the lingerie shops that Jack just insisted that they had to go. By the end of the day, Jack had Gillian looking just like her. Gillian didn't mind though, she liked Jack's style; living in a convent you don't get much choice of what to wear. Jack called to house and told Edna to not hold dinner up for them, and that they'd be home as soon as they could. After that Jack called for the driver to send for someone to get their bags and take it home, and to send a car for them to drive around in, Jack then turned her cell phone off, she knew Riddick and Jean would be calling and would get mad at them not being there for dinner. She also knew that she was going to get balled out, but that's something she was willing to take for a chance to get to know her friend more and she wanted to show her around Lanka 3. Jack and Gillian took together like old childhood friends. Gillian's personality sparkled and was just as sharp as Jack and she loved it. She couldn't believe that a girl with a mouth and mind like hers ever spent any of her time in a convent. At dinner Jack ordered only a salad, whereas Gillian ordered a salad also. Along with a steak and baked potato, pasta, and 2 slices of chocolate cake. "Damn, where did you get that appetite?" Jack said from the disbelief of the order. Gillian just smiled a bit. "Oh honey, I'm not saying you're a pig or anything, I'm just sayin that, not everyone can eat quite like you and look as good. Has he gotten you pregnant already?" Gillian choked at the comment. Jack laughed as she patted her back. "Of course not! He hasn't even touched me. It's just a habit of mine. There's been times in my life when I didn't have anything to eat, and since then I figure I should eat like it's my last time." Jack's eyes lost its sparkle as he smile went limp. "I'm sorry." "No don't be sorry, you didn't know."
It was pretty late when Jack and Gillian walked slowly in the house. All lights were off. Jack and Gillian said their goodbyes as Jack started to walk towards her side of the house, suddenly they froze as a voice rumbled, "Lights on!" Riddick and Jean were standing side by side, both looked pissed. Jack went back to Gillian's side, "God I hate when he does that." Jack whispers to her. "Jack where have you been?" Jean said while trying to hold back his anger. "Jean, I was out shopping with Gillian, you know that. Afterwards I showed her around then we went to dinner." "Jack, Riddick told you to be home by dark. What kills me is that you had the nerve to turn off your cell. Jack what were you thinking? How can Riddick and I protect you guys if you go out and we can't reach you." "Oh Jean, you guys are over reacting. This isn't T2 and Hellax has been dead for quite some time now." Riddick shifts as if he was about to say something but Jean stops him and gives him a knowing look. "It's time for bed Jack. We can finish this on our side." Jean flashes her a 'don't try me' look. Jack sighs then turns to Gillian, "It was golden, but I think it's time to call it a night girl. I'll see you tomorrow okay?" Gillian nods and smiles.
Gillian and Riddick are the only ones left in the room. Looking down, Gillian turns to the stairs and climbs. "Lights off." Riddick rumbles causing her to pause on the steps for a moment. Continuing to walk, she made it to the guestroom door that she slept in the night before. Riddick follows close, "Where do you think you're going." "To bed, it's late." "You bed is in here." Riddick says as he opens the door to the master bedroom. A huge bed with big heavy furniture scattered around the room. The room had it's own fireplace and big floor to ceiling windows. A big entertainment center with lots of goodies was in the corner adjacent from the big king sized bed. It truly was a sight. Riddick went in first then Gillian followed. Riddick leaned on the bed then fell back. The bed was an antique, with dark cherry wood banisters, the headboard hard a very tight and intricate design in it. It was beautiful, the only problem was, he was in it. "You're gonna sleep there." Riddick pointed to a smaller full sized bed at the foot of the big bed. She wanted to say something, then she realized that it's best that she did sleep there instead of with him. Nodding she went over to the thousands of bags that filled a whole section of the room. "Tomorrow you will put your clothes in this closet and use this dresser." Riddick said as he motioned to the other wall. Nodding once again she rushed to the bathroom. Changing quickly she slowly walked out. Her robe was clinched tightly in her fingers as she rushed back to her bed. Riddick was shirtless and already in bed, not letting his eyes leave her, he smiled at her modesty. Getting up he walks to her. "I've been easygoing on you, you're gonna pay for your uncle's betrayal." He walked around her like a cat to a mouse. Brushing his lips over her hair, he loved being able to finally touch it. Shaking from his trance he gently moved her. "Get in bed!" he snapped. But Gillian couldn't move, she was too busy being scared out of her wits from his closeness. She couldn't breathe. He must of felt her sway as if she were about to faint because in no time she was in his arms. Looking over her he searched her to see what was the matter. "Fuck Gillian, no wonder you can't breathe. You have this robe tied so tight." He snapped before his hands went to the sash at her waist. Loosening it, his face searched hers to see if she was breathing normally. "Are you okay?" "It wasn't the robe." She answered weakly. "What do you have asthma or something?" "No, I only do that when I'm....No I don't have asthma." He narrowed his eyes at her comment. Helping her to her bed he finished with, "Well I hope your not dying, that would really suck. I need you alive and well, so I can settle the score." With that he sprang from her bed and went to his. Turning her back to him she drifted to sleep with a sigh of relief. His eyes slide over her form as she lay there sleeping. One of her shoulders peeked from her covers. It called for his touch, he even reached out to touch as if he could reach from his bed to hers. He tore his hand away. At first Riddick thought maybe he could just lock her away in the guesthouse on the compound, but Gillian was too smart for that. She'd find away out.
Gillian awoke to the gentle tapping at the door. Looking around the room she realized she was the only one there. Getting up she wrapped the robe around her and peaked her head out the door. It was Jack, holding two cups of coffee. Slipping in she handed one cup to her. "Brought you some coffee Gill." "Thanks, so is Jean still mad at you." Moving to the balcony of the room they sat in the comfy chairs. "He thought he was, but I changed that." Jack gave her a knowing look, Gillian blushed then laughed. "Girl, he was pissed. I put on one of his favorite nighties, and he just looked at me and got in bed. So I slipped under the covers and got real close to him and rubbed my body against his. He told me to stop but I wasn't havin that." Gillian laughed harder. "After a few more minutes he finally came to his sense. He's still in bed where I left him. He won't be getting up for a while." "Jack you're so bad." "I know, and you are too, you just haven't tried it yet." Jack winks at Gillian. After their coffee and eating breakfast they both got changed and headed down stairs. Looking out the window of the Kitchen Gillian noticed that the herb plot of the garden. "Jack, I wana see that herb plot, it looks like it needs some work."
The sun was bright and strong over hear head as she worked in the patch. She lost track of time. The only thing that awoke her from her daze was the sound of Riddick shouting from inside the castle-like house. "Where?!" the word echoed from the house causing Gillian to shake from her thoughts. She lifted her head toward the doorway of the kitchen that let out to the garden and in an instant he filled it. He was angry. Turning to Jerome and Jack he said, "Why did you let her out? I told you she's suppose to stay inside." Jack opens her mouth to speak but Riddick stops her and tells her Jean is looking for her. Jack looks to Gillian but Riddick stands in her way. "Jack, I said Jean is looking for you." Jack huffs at him then turns away. He looks back at Gillian then said. "What do you think you're doin?" "I'm working, now go away." "What?" He yells. "I'm working! Are you blind as well as deaf?" With that WWIII breaks out. They begin to argue back and forth causing Jean, Jack, Edna, Jerome, and other hired help to come and look at the show. Jarvis comes out behind the crowd in nothing but his swimming trunks. Riddick ends the discussion with, "GET UP TO YOUR ROOM!" Gillian turns to the crowd and tries to break away. Jack stops her and turns to Riddick, "But Riddick what about tonight?" "What about it." He snaps at her, he notices Jarvis's attire and then realizes what she meant. "The pool party to celebrate your marriage." Jarvis laughs.