Jake and Miley were pretty much on another planet when in the distance they heard the doorbell ring.
"Don't…stop," Miley warned, arms around his neck.
"You know me better then that," Jake said, trailing kisses up her chest, to her neck, and to her mouth, "Why would I?"
Just as both of them were pushed over the edge, the doorbell rang again.
Miley was leaning against Jake, breathing deeply.
"Holy shit," She heaved.
Jake smirked, kissing her lips again. "I couldn't agree more…but we should probably answer the door. If it's Lily, Oliver, or your dad, they have a key and they will use it eventually."
Miley sighed. "Finnne. Hand me my clothes."
Smirking still, Jake gathered his wife's clothes, and threw them at her.
"I said hand them to me!" Miley pouted, pulling her panties and shorts on.
"Well I didn't feel like walking across the room again." He said, pulling his own undergarments and shorts on, then pulling his shirt on his arms.
"Jake, where's my bra?" Miley asked.
"I don't know. I must've thrown it far. Just put your shirt on, it's one of those built in ones, isn't it?"
"They don't do anything for me, Jake!" Miley hissed, "God, how far can you throw a bra?"
He rolled his eyes, taking the tank top from her, and pulling it over her head, then took off his button down short-sleeved shirt, and slid her arms through it. "There, all better." He said, quickly washing his hands in the kitchen sink.
She rolled her eyes, but smiled and pecked his lips, leaning around him as he dried his hands. "Thank you. You go get the door, and I'll clean up really quickly. And by the way, you look hot in those wife beaters."
He grinned, "I look hot in everything, baby."
She rolled her eyes, and pointed towards the door, then grabbed paper towels and spray cleaner, and cleaned the counters, well Jake got to the door just as it rang again.
"Jeez," Jake muttered, "persistent." He put a smile on, and pulled the door open. He didn't find Lily, Oliver, or his father in law, but a stranger.
"Hello, I'm Charlie Canton, I live next door," A tall, plump guy said. He looked o be about Jake's age, a few years older maybe.
"Hi, I'm Jake Ryan," Jake said, holding his hand out, "Nice to meet you," He said, shaking his hand. "Would you like to come on in?"
"Sure," Charlie said, stepping in when Jake stood back. "Nice place you got here," he commented.
"Oh, thank you – We were very happy to find this house, we fell in love with it when we saw it."
"We?" Charlie questioned politely.
Jake nodded, smiling. "Yes, me and my wife."
"Jake did you get the—." Miley said, coming in to the room, but stopping as she saw the visitor. She smiled warmly, walking over next to Jake, who put his arm around her shoulders. She moved hers around his waist.
"Mr. Canton, this is my lovely wife, Miley." He said, smiling down at her.
She reddened, "Oh Jake, stop, and it's nice to meet you, Mr. Canton." She said, holding her hand out.
"Please, call me Charlie, both of you," He said, taking her hand, and shaking it gently. "And don't be embarrassed by what he says, Mrs. Ryan – It's the truth."
Miley, smiled pleasantly, "Well thank you." She then noticed his gaze looking past her at something. She followed his gaze, and her cheeks reddened. There hung her missing bra, off of the stair railing. "Oh, excuse that," she said, grabbing it and tossing it in to the other room out of sight, discreetly elbowing Jake in the ribs. "Can I interest you in a drink?"
"Oh, no thank you. I just wanted to stop by and introduce myself." He said pleasantly. "And let me know if you have any problems, don't hesitate to come to me."
"Are you like, the neighborhood protector or something?" Jake joked lightly, sliding his arms around Miley's waist from behind.
"Oh no," He said, smiling, "I'm a cop."
"Well it's nice to know we have a cop living next door," Miley said warmly, placing her hands over Jake's, leaning back in to him.
"I'll let you two go now," Charlie said, nodding at them. "It was nice meeting you, Jake, Miley."
Jake held out one of his hands, the other arm still around Miley's waist. "Nice to meet you too, Charlie."
He accepted the handshake, and then nodded at Miley, who waved. "Please, stop by anytime," Miley said politely.
He just nodded, smiling, and then left. Miley shut the door behind him, and then turned to Jake, and slapped him lightly in the chest. "You threw my bra all the way from the kitchen to the stairs? That was so embarrassing! He's going to think we're sex addicts!"
"Baby," He said seriously, putting his arms around her, "Everyone thinks we're sex addicts. But hey, we're newly weds, so it's ok!"
Miley nodded, and sighed, "Besides, they're right. We are sex addicts."
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He pulled the door open, a smile plastered on his ugly face.
"Hello, I'm Charlie Canton, I live next door," I said, faking my own smile.
"Hi, I'm Jake Ryan," he said, holding his hand out, "Nice to meet you," He said, shaking my hand. "Would you like to come on in?"
"Sure," I said, stepping in when Jake stood back. "Nice place you got here," I commented, trying to be polite.
"Oh, thank you – We were very happy to find this house, we fell in love with it when we saw it."
"We?" I questioned politely. Ha. As if I didn't know. Idiot.
Jake nodded, smiling. "Yes, me and my wife."
"Jake did you get the—." Miley said, coming in to the room, but stopping as she me.
I'M IN THE SAME ROOM AS HER.
God, she's so beautiful. Her eyes sparkle. Her hair is so shiny…
She smiled warmly, walking over next to Jake, who put his arm around her shoulders. She moved hers around his waist.
Bastard.
"Mr. Canton, this is my lovely wife, Miley." The woman stealer said, smiling down at her.
She reddened, "Oh Jake, stop, and it's nice to meet you, Mr. Canton." She said, holding her hand out to me. Ah!
"Please, call me Charlie, both of you," I said, taking her hand, and shaking it gently. "And don't be embarrassed by what he says, Mrs. Ryan – It's the truth." I smiled, not wanting to let her hand go, but knowing I had to or else I'd be suspicious.
Miley, smiled pleasantly, a slight blush rising to her beautiful cheeks, "Well thank you." Then, my eye caught something hanging off the stair rail behind her. A bra. A hot pink bra, to be exact, with lime green polka dots. She looked behind her, and saw what I was looking at.
"Oh, excuse that," she said, grabbing it and tossing it in to the other room out of sight, "Can I interest you in a drink?"
"Oh, no thank you. I just wanted to stop by and introduce myself." I said pleasantly, when what I wanted to do was beat Jacob Ryan to a pulp. "And let you know if you have any problems, don't hesitate to come to me."
"Are you like, the neighborhood protector or something?" Jake laughed, sliding his arms around Miley's waist from behind. Monster. Maybe she doesn't want you hanging all over her all the time, Ryan! Ever think of that? I think not. All he ever thinks about is himself. I repeat: BASTARD.
"Oh no," He said, smiling, "I'm a cop."
"Well it's nice to know we have a cop living next door," Miley said warmly, placing her hands over her husbands, leaning back in to him. He shouldn't be her husband. He isn't good enough for her! I should be her husband. I would treat her right!
"I'll let you two go now," I said, nodding at them. "It was nice meeting you, Jake, Miley."
Jake held out one of his hands, the other arm still around Miley's waist. "Nice to meet you too, Charlie."
I accepted the handshake, and then nodded at Miley, who waved. "Please, stop by anytime," Miley said politely, smiling at me. Gosh I love her smile. It lights up her face!
I nodded pleasantly, and then let myself out.
It was so obvious. He's making her miserable! I can sense it. He's so possessive. Bastard.
Bastard.
Bastard.
Bastard.
I hate him!
I need to make a plan…
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-Jen