Darker – Chapter 9

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Last time on Darker…

"So...you're Rebeca Mitchell." She merely stated as she looked me over conspicuously. "I've heard so much about you that I was hoping we'd finally get a chance to chat."

"I'm sorry, I don't mean to be rude, but...have we met?" I asked defensively.

"No we haven't officially, but you've heard of me from a mutual friend." The more she spoke the more I realized who it was. Removing her mask it confirmed my suspicions. "I believe you've referred to me as...Mrs. Robinson."

Holy shit!

And now…

What the fuck does this woman want!?

With her slicked back blonde locks and piercing blue eyes she had the typical L.A. 'fake baked' tan. Her skin was flawless and she had the figure of a model as she stood a few inches taller than me. From what Jesse had said, Gail was in her forties and I had to admit, for her age she was absolutely stunning. I could only imagine how alluring she must have been twelve years earlier when she seduced Jesse and took him as her submissive for all those years.

She smiled sweetly...too sweetly if you asked me as she motioned for me to join her in the two plush high back armchairs positioned at the apex of the adjoining spiral staircases. I couldn't stand the woman for the atrocities she committed on Jesse and God only knows how many other young boys, but out of curiosity I wanted to hear what she had to say, so with caution I accepted her invite and took the seat across from her. Looking beyond her shoulder I saw Benji down the hall trying to look anywhere but at us as he whispered something into his wrist. He wasn't fooling anyone with his secret service imitation, it was quite obvious that he, Don and their hired security team were communicating their observations of Jesse and I while we were in two different places at once.

At first I felt betrayed that Jesse had told the child molester I'd referred to her as Mrs. Robinson, however at the same time she already knew how I felt about her which saved me the time and effort in having to elaborate on my less than stellar opinion of her. Jesse's former dominatrix didn't look the part, in fact had I not known about her partaking in BDSM, I would have never guessed she was into kinky fuckery. Then again nobody suspected my involvement when I was introduced into the lifestyle and then embraced my role in order to please satisfy my domme. In this case it was more apparent that first impressions and overall appearances were very much deceiving but I wasn't going to be fooled.

Shifting in my oversized chair I crossed one leg over the other, set my cocktail on the small round table between us and folded my arms in front of my chest. For a moment we sat quietly and took the opportunity to size each other up, wondering who will have the upper hand and who should begin. With my mask firmly in place I stared her down with a cold stone expression and decided to open the line of communication.

"What did Zoe call you earlier...Mrs. Feinberger?" I asked as she nodded. "Well...I've already heard all I need to know about you and don't have all night to sit here and chit chat, so let's get this over with." Her eyebrows arched in amusement at my lack of patience and tolerance as she let out a sigh that sounded as though she had a slow leak.

"So...we just bypass the pleasantries and get right to it." She commented with no emotion. Smirking at her, I nodded. "Okay Rebeca, we'll do it your way. I can see why he's so enamoured with you. You're not a pretty face, you're very strong willed and ever so confident, it's no wonder he's under your spell." Her flirtatious tone caught me off guard as her predatory gaze made me feel self conscious. "Perhaps I should take a young female for my next sub." Just the mention of her potentially victimizing more children made me want to vomit as she reminded me of a slithering snake.

"You're a monster." My voice was soft spoken but had an underlying tone of disgust that I couldn't conceal. Seeing me so affected by her suggestiveness made her smirk broaden even more.

"And you're no submissive."

"That's right! I'm not and never was. Now...do you have a point to make because I've got a party to get back to."

"All right Beca, do you mind if I call you that?" Shrugging at her request, I felt indifferent when it came to her. "I won't keep you much longer. I've been observing you and Jesse all evening and it's quite obvious he thinks he's in love with you. In all the years I've known him he's never been like this with anyone."

Tell me something I don't know...

"And your point is?" She smiled at my impatience as I fiddled with my tennis bracelet.

"He's already told me what you think of me so, I'll be brief. Jesse can never truly love anyone because he doesn't love himself. He's self deprecating, focuses on negativity and doesn't feel he's worthy. You've probably already figured that out for yourself so I won't go on about that, but I'm only telling you this because a leopard can't change it's spots. What I'm trying to explain to you Beca, is that Jesse can't change who he is and won't be able to give you what you need; he's just going to end up hurting you." Slicking her hair back she sighed and gave the smuggest expression that literally made me want to slap off her face. "It's also quite obvious that you're in love with him however, you're so young with your entire life ahead of you, you'll meet somebody else. Just save yourself the grief and end it now before things progress any further." She paused with another sigh. "He's not the man for you Beca, he never was." Stopping to gage my reaction, she shifted in her seat and looked pleased with herself. "You'll thank me later for this."

Having heard just about enough of her crap I slowly nodded and felt the adrenalin rush ignite my flight or fight system. Smirking at her little speech I calmly took a sip of my cocktail and safely returned the glass to the small round table.

"I see." I began and took a deep breath to contain my emotions. "So...I should just abandon him and save myself from potential hardship. Is that what you're trying to tell me?" She nodded in agreement as I prepared to unleash the Kracken. "You think you know him however you don't know a damn thing about Jesse...or me. You're nothing but a child predator who took advantage of a teenage boy who struggled with a troublesome past. Yes...he was fucked up well before you got your claws into him, but you and your deviant ways made matters worse by stripping him of emotion and using him for your own personal gain; turning him into your sex slave and God only knows what else, and all the while you were still married. How fucking special is that." I sighed for good measure and twisted my face in repulsion. "Because of you he's been unable to form any healthy relationships with anyone, including his own family."

Take that...bitch!

Sitting on the edge of her seat, Gail's nostrils flared as she challenged me back. "And you think you know him? You have no right to judge our lifestyle! Who the hell do you think you are...his savior? Do you really think a little virgin from Atlanta will ever be enough for a powerful man like Jesse? Before we met he was weak and had nothing. I made him the man he is today...not you!"

Only she could make the 'V' word sound so dirty as she continued to verbally attack me and get under my skin. I couldn't believe Jesse had confided in her about my virginity and needed to remain calm and stay focused. She may have caught me off guard with her insults but I wasn't going to back down to her. Uncrossing my arms and legs I scooted closer until the tips of our noses were almost touching.

"Your husband's money may have fronted him the funds to start his own company but it was Jesse who made it a success. His perseverance in getting an education and building his business was all him, so stop taking credit for his success!" I was on a roll and couldn't stop. "What I offer Jesse is my heart which is something you obviously don't have. Whether you like it or not, we love each other and that's all that matters."

"This love you speak of nearly destroyed Jesse last week when you left him." She continued her verbal assault as I slowly felt my cheeks flush and heat radiate off my skin.

"He wasn't the only one!" I lashed back. "And that by the way is none of your fucking business!"

"No it's not however, you didn't see him last weekend when he didn't want to go on. It's nice to see him so happy now, but if you ever hurt him again I will come looking for you and it won't be pleasant. I'll make your life a living hell...do you understand, little girl?"

Rising out of my seat, I was blinded by rage and slapped the smirk off her face. "You have a lot of nerve, lady because God forbid if I ever do leave Jesse and you come looking for me...I'll be waiting for you and just may give you a taste of your own medicine on behalf of all the teenage boys you molested and fucked up! Now if you'll excuse me I've wasted enough time listening to you and your bullshit!"

Grabbing my drink off the small table I tossed back the strong cocktail and nearly shattered the glass as I slammed it back down on the oak surface. Walking passed Benji he kept his distance from me and watched with caution as I stormed off.

"There she is." Jesse muttered as he climbed the stairs to the second level. "Zoe said you were still up here." I was still seething which prompted him to look passed me and saw an unmasked Gail looking equally perturbed and rubbing the side of her face. Needing more distance from that woman I didn't know where I was headed but continued to power walk. "Beca! Wait!" He yelled out and chased after me. "What the hell just happened?"

"Why don't you ask your ex?" Glancing over at the bitch she had just ended a phone call and was in the process of securing her mask around her head.

Who the hell did she call?

"I'd rather ask you." He spoke softly rubbing my arm, trying to calm me down. "Talk to me."

Letting all the air out of my lungs, I glanced up at the ceiling and then told him. "She threatened to come after me if I ever hurt you again...probably with some kind of flogger or riding crop."

Trying desperately to conceal his amusement Jesse pierced his lips. "Surely the irony of that isn't lost on you." He muttered under his breath as my eyes rolled.

"It's not funny!" Crossing my arms I clenched my teeth. "I'm really fucking pissed."

"I can see that." He replied, still trying not to laugh. "You're just really sexy when you're fired up like this."

"Jesse! I mean it! That woman is insane!"

"You're right...it's not funny. I'll talk to her."

"No you won't!" The harsh tone of my voice surprised him. "Look! I know you're tied up with her financially, pun very much intended however, I don't want her getting in between us!" Pausing I took a deep breath and continued at a much lower volume. "It's bad enough she knows I was deflowered by you. Thank you for that by the way." I don't think I could have used any more sarcasm if I tried. "She also said you went to see her last weekend after I walked out."

Jesse sighed. "Yes I told her about our first evening together and I deeply regret that now. She wasn't even supposed to be here tonight. Please hear me out when I say that, up until last week she was the only friend I had. I called her after you left and after Benji let me have it. I was a mess and didn't have anyone else to turn to."

The thought of Jesse in such a bad state brought me sadness because it was my decision to leave him that caused his pain, but at the same time his irresponsible actions during the punishment gave me no other choice.

"Wait! What? You didn't see her?"

"No! I stayed home and put together your model while I drowned my sorrows in a bottle of Jameson."

"An entire bottle?" I asked, as he nodded with his eyes closed. "And you said I was one for pushing limits."

"Yeah...I literally swallowed my own words and then tossed them right back up." My heart was aching for him as I remembered the pained expression on his face after I said goodbye as the elevator doors slid closed.

"I'm sorry I put you through-."

"-Please...don't..." He interrupted. "I deserved the misery after what I did to you. I hurt the only woman I've ever loved and will never forgive myself."

Seeing some truth in Gail's words, Jesse was self deprecating by condemning his actions while in the playroom. Knowing what I needed to do I took his face between my palms and pressed my lips to his. "That was a different time, we've both evolved from those roles we once played. Jesse...I understand why you did it, and forgive you." I murmured against his lips. "Now you need to forgive yourself."

Grabbing my wrists Jesse struggled and pushed me away. "No. You'll always deserve better. I can't..."

"Yes you can. That wasn't the real you. Who you are right now, standing before me, this is the man I fell in love with."

Giving me a look of bewilderment Jesse sighed and cocked his head. "For someone so young and petite, how did you get so damn strong?" Shrugging my shoulders he smiled and nodded slowly. "Okay...I'll try.

"That's all I could ever ask for."

Acknowledging me with a nod Jesse continued to ask me about Gail. "So, did anything else transpire during your little exchange?"

"Oh yeah...I'm saving the best for last so you might want to brace yourself." My preemptive strike made his eyebrow arch with curiosity. "She said you were incapable of loving anyone and that I should just leave you." Jesse's eyes widened like frisbees at what he'd just heard.

"She said that!?" He seethed. "Don't you dare listen to her! You already proved her wrong last night when you got me to admit my true feelings." With the exception of our uninvited guest, that was the best night of my life."

"Mine too." I admitted shyly with a smile.

"Please don't let her spoil the evening and what we have, she's old news and part of my past. You're my future so don't ever forget it." With his last comment my walls crumbled as he pulled me into his arms for a passionate kiss.

As we parted I could see the child predator huff at our PDA and race downstairs. Feeling vindicated that Jesse chose me over his ex I visited the restroom one last time before heading back to the party while Jesse waited for me outside. After gaining back my composure I decided to not give her the satisfaction of ruining our night and exited the bathroom to find Jesse talking on his cell phone. Hiding around the corner I listened in.

"You said you weren't coming. What changed your mind?" He asked stepping away from the bathroom and looked around to spot her.

"You wanted to meet her? Well you should have said something to me."

I felt naughty eavesdropping on his conversation but couldn't help myself.

"She did? Well...you probably deserved it."

Oh shit! She must have told him I hit her.

"It's none of your fucking business what happens between us."

Whoa! He's really pissed.

"She's the best thing that's ever happened to me and I want you to leave her alone."

Hearing him say this I knew Jesse was being honest with me.

"I mean it Gail! This is the only regular relationship I've ever had and I don't want you jeopardizing it because of some misplaced concern you have for me. LEAVE HER ALONE!"

Deciding it was time to make my presence known, I rounded the corner. When Jesse saw me, he quickly ended his call.

"How's the old news?" I snarked.

"Livid." He responded. "She said you slapped her." Looking anywhere but at Jesse I bit my lower lip to try to keep from busting up. Unable to keep the smirk off my face Jesse couldn't keep his amusement off his which resulted in us cracking up. "C'mon Million Dollar Baby, you owe me a dance."

"I thought I already gave you one." I teased with a wink that made him groan. "But you're right, we need to get back to the party. Oh...and, um by the way...nice hair." Rolling his eyes, Jesse took my hand and helped me safely down the stairs in my six inch platform stilettos.

With the band performing the first dance song, Jesse led me to the center of the freshly waxed dance floor, twirled me around then brought me flush against him and into his arms. He was a phenomenal dancer as we glided across the room to It Had To Be You. With our eyes never leaving each other's gaze our heads tilted to opposite sides as our lips came together like magnets. We could hear the whispers and felt numerous eyes fall upon us but we no longer cared as my arms snaked around his neck and his around my waist. With our eyes closed we were in our own little bubble as our kiss deepened while we swayed to the music. We didn't even realize when the song ended until people began to clap. Smiling shyly at each other we joined in and applauded the band.

"Thank you for not letting her win. I meant what I said earlier, you're all that matters to me." He paused. "You're my future."

"And you're mine..." We kissed again until we were interrupted by the man in the gold mask who tried to outbid Jesse earlier.

"From what I can see she's worthy of the million you spent on her." The mysterious man joked. "Let me introduce myself, I'm Roger Moss." Now it all made sense, this was the infamous shrink on call for Jesse twenty-four seven. Smiling at the older man I allowed him to take my hand as he pressed his lips to my knuckles. "It's a pleasure to finally meet the woman who tamed the beast."

"Hey! You were about to spend three hundred thousand to dance with my girlfriend." Jesse countered. "What the hell was that about?"

"That's for me to know and for you to think about Jesse." He teased, winking at me. "Now if you don't mind I'm going to dance with this lovely young lady."

"Be my guest." Jesse smiled and moved off to the side as his therapist took my hand in his and guided us to an opening on the dance floor. With his hand firmly on my side and the other taking my hand in his we slow danced to a rendition of Wicked Game.

"I've heard so many good things about you, Rebeca, I was hoping we'd get a chance to meet." The behavioral scientist opened. "How are you this evening? Enjoying yourself?"

"I was." I responded quickly, feeling as though I was under a magnifying glass. "And please call me Beca, only my mother uses my full name."

Why did I volunteer that?

"Okay...Beca it is." He paused with a smile. "You two were having such a lovely moment just now, I hope I'm not responsible for your change of heart."

"You're the shrink, you tell me."

"You see that's the problem, tonight I'm here just like any other guest to support a cause. I'm off duty Beca, I'm not here to psychoanalyze anyone, unless that's what you want."

Oh...hell no!

"I'm happy to hear that, doctor and um...no. I don't need anyone else in my head right now." I paused to take a deep breath. "I will admit though, I'm a little concerned and self conscious of what I might reveal to you when all I really want to do is talk about Jesse."

"Please call me Roger." He corrected me as I nodded. "Concerned and self conscious." He repeated my words and gave me a strange look. "That's a hell of a way to describe yourself. It seems to me you've got your own demons, young lady. I'm interested to find out what you're hiding in that pretty head of yours. Perhaps a counseling session might benefit you."

Oh crap! My fucked up dreams...

"Perhaps." I replied politely to his offer trying not to give anything more away. "I'm curious to know what he's told you about me."

"Everything."

"And his lifestyle?"

"Yes." He merely responded. "He has to tell me everything because it's the only way I could help him." He must have sensed my nerves as he held me tighter while we danced. "Beca, it's okay...because of confidentiality agreements I'm not at liberty to discuss anything that's brought up during our sessions to anybody; your's and Jesse's secrets are safe with me."

Letting out my breath I felt more at ease but still had to ask. "So he made you sign a nondisclosure agreement as well?" My inquiry surprised him.

"Yes...of course he did, he has a lot at stake and much to lose. I signed the same NDA that you did before you became more to him."

"That seems like such a long time ago. Jesse's told me a lot about his past, but I still have so many more questions."

"I'm sure you do but I can't discuss anything about him without his consent, besides we'd be here until New Years." He joked making us both chuckle because we both knew how complex Jesse was. "I will say in the short amount of time he's been with you has been a very positive effect on him. What I've tried to accomplish in the years he's been my patient, you've achieved it in less than a month. Whatever it is you're doing...don't stop."

I won't...

As the song came to an end we stepped off the dance floor with Jesse quickly returning to my side.

"It was a pleasure meeting you Beca and thank you for the dance." He smiled at me, turned toward Jesse with an acknowledgment then disappeared into the crowd.

Not wasting any time Jesse pulled me back to the dance floor and into his arms for another song which couldn't be more appropriate. With Slave To Love being performed neither of us could keep the amusement off our faces as we slow danced to the seductive tune.

"He's not at all what I expected and so imprudent." I said, deciding to mess with him.

"What do you mean imprudent? What did he tell you?" A hint of panic was apparent in his voice.

"Everything." I teased with one of my trademark smirks.

"Well in that case I'm sure you'll want nothing more to do with me." He tensed, leading me off the dance floor. "I'll get your bag."

What the hell was this? I thought as his sudden change in demeanor startled me. Before fifty shades of fucked up destroyed the evening, I needed to disarm him.

Stopping in my stride I tugged him back to the dance floor and wrapped my arms around his neck. "Hey! I was only kidding. He said absolutely nothing about you, but apparently I've got my own issues and would benefit from his counseling." My comment brought him back to earth as he observed me with curiosity. "It seems you're not the only one fucked up." Chuckling at my comment Jesse held me closer and spun us around to face the other direction.

"You...fucked up? You're the most level headed person I know. What are you hiding from me, Miss Mitchell?"

"The scary part is, I have no idea."

As the song ended Jesse's father cut in. "Ms. Mitchell, may I have this next dance?" Jonathan Swanson asked, offering his hand to me as we danced to Unforgettable while Jesse was dragged into dancing with his sister.

"We wanted to thank you for your generous contribution."

"It was my pleasure, Mr. Swanson. I've recently come into some money and felt this charity needed it more than I did."

"So formal young lady." He smiled. "Please call me Jonathan."

"Fair enough and it's just Beca." I replied. Deciding to take advantage of the opportunity I inquired about Jesse's past. "May I ask you a question about your son?" The head of family nodded. "Jesse's told me about his horrendous past and I was wondering if you wouldn't mind shedding some light on what transpired when he was found." Frowning he looked lost in thought as we continued to dance. Thinking I might have gone too far I felt the need to apologize. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have-."

"-No...it's okay, Beca." He interrupted. "You've had such a positive influence on him, I would be delighted to tell you." Twirling me around we started back in the opposite direction while Jesse casually glanced over at us while Zoe talked his head off. "Janet was the physician on duty when Jesse was brought into emergency. His biological mother had already been declared deceased for a few days and he was in shock. Being so malnourished, he was so traumatized; he couldn't speak. It broke our hearts to see such a beautiful child in such a bad way; so abused and withdrawn. We petitioned the courts immediately for adoption and did everything we could to get him the help he needed to bring him back. He didn't speak for almost two years but for whatever reason he gravitated to playing the piano. It wasn't until Zoe came along that he finally started to open up."

With tears flooding my eyes I was thankful to be wearing a mask to conceal my emotions. The thought of young Jesse not speaking for almost two years nearly ripped my heart out of my chest. Trying desperately to keep my emotions in check I needed to say something. "He plays beautifully and has accomplished so much for someone who's gone through hell and back. You must be very proud of him." The shakiness in my voice gave me away as he gripped me tighter during our dance.

"We are proud...but seeing him tonight, acting his age, being carefree and happy is a real treat for his mother and I, and we believe we have you to thank for that." I blushed at his compliment and didn't have a clue what else to say. "We never thought he'd meet anyone and then you came along, so thank you for everything you've done for our son."

"I like seeing him happy too." My admission brought a warm smile to Jesse's father as our song came to an end.

"Thank you for the dance young lady and we're very glad you came tonight. Seeing the two of you together has been a real pleasure for us."

"I'm glad we came too and thank you for trusting me." Giving him a peck on his cheek Jonathan Swanson beamed as Jesse discarded his sister like a bad habit and was back at my side exchanging looks with his father who had gotten the message that his son was claiming me back.

"That's enough dancing with old men." Jesse joked, taking my hand. "You're mine for the rest of the evening."

"Have fun kids." Giving me a wink Jonathan left us alone as Jesse pulled me into his arms for more dancing.

"I think he likes you." Jesse muttered, grinning from ear to ear. "They all do. What kind of spell do you have my family under, Miss Mitchell?"

Smiling back our bodies pressed closer together as I snaked my arms around his neck. "What's not to like Mr. Swanson?"

"Absolutely nothing, my love." His warm smile melted my heart as he lightly brushed his lips to mine. "I'm glad you insisted we come tonight."

Acknowledging him with a nod we danced to a few more numbers then headed outdoors for a fireworks display Disney would be proud of.

At the stroke of midnight we stood in the crowd mask free as we spread out on the grassy hillside and watched exploding balls of color above us. It was a warm summer night with a slight breeze as we marveled at the light show that concluded the enchanted evening. With Jesse standing behind me, his arms were draped over my shoulders to keep the chill away and I knew at that moment my place would always be with him. With all that I learned tonight about the man I loved, regardless of his traumatic past, he had the biggest heart of anyone I'd ever known, and it belonged to me.

As the display continued we grinned like idiots as the fireworks illuminated the sky. But the more the rockets exploded the more I thought about Kayla and the weapon she possessed. The black and white photos of us sleeping flashed before me as I imagined her gun going off and silencing us forever. Trying to hold back my fears of this terrible thought I placed my hands over Jesse's and leaned back into him while he nuzzled my neck. With the grand finale going off the 'oohs' and 'ahhs' of the crowd were in unison as the amazing aerial pyrotechnics came to an end.

Perhaps this was what Dr. Moss was sensing in me during our dance. Was it my fear of Kayla blackmailing us with the photos, harming us physically or was it something much darker. Interrupting my thoughts Jesse turned me around and pulled me into his arms.

"Are you ready to leave?" He asked softly as I nodded. "Good, then let's go home."

We said our goodbyes to his family and friends then made our way to the line of guests waiting for their vehicles to be retrieved. The photos we took earlier were left with his parents who had purchased the entire lot. We would come back another time and make our selection. With the Audi SUV pulling up a valet attendant tapped me on the shoulder and handed me a folded note. Thinking nothing of it I shoved it inside my clutch bag and clambered into the back seat with Jesse. After I buckled up I rested my eyes and realized I was beyond exhausted. Seeing my fatigue Jesse held me against him as my eyelids grew heavier and ultimately closed.

"Shh...you've had quite the day. Sleep my love." He whispered draping his jacket around me. "We'll be home soon." Barely acknowledging him I succumbed to sleep and played back the highlights of the evening in my mind.

After a short drive we arrived in the subterranean parking structure where Jesse nudged me awake as Benji and Don vacated the vehicle immediately; something was terribly wrong. Trying to focus my weary eyes I saw my graduation present had been the intended target of vandalism. With shattered windows, punctured tires and white colored paint splattered all over, the cute little red car that barely had any mileage on it, had suffered a terrible fate. Retrieving a manilla envelope from the front seat, Benji handed it over to Jesse who quickly opened the packet to a note and several photos of us taken at tonight's ball; she was there the entire time and we didn't even know it. Seeing such a display of anger before us and the deception that preceded it was not only unsettling but the thought that she might still be around sent shivers along my spine.

"What did the note say?" I asked quietly, unsure if I really wanted to know. Instead of telling me Jesse handed it over and let me read it for myself.

WE'LL MEET SOON, BECA

Turning to face me, Jesse must have seen my fear and made the decision that he and I would be staying elsewhere in the event that she may have gotten inside and might still be waiting for us.

"Benji...I need your credit card and we'll need to borrow your car." Jesse ordered, and without any hesitation he obliged and tossed his keys to Jesse who had just grabbed a duffle bag from the back of the SUV and was leading me to the muscle car. "Get the police over here and call me with a name and location of a hotel away from here." Jesse threw out more orders as he opened my door for me.

"Please be careful." I urged to Jesse's personal assistant as I slid into the passenger seat of his vehicle. The fatigue I felt earlier had suddenly been replaced with adrenalin as anxiety consumed me while I stared out the side window searching for former psychotic, armed ex female subs who bared a resemblance to me.

In a matter of twenty-four hours we'd gone through so much together and now we were running away from a potentially lethal situation. The fear I felt wasn't just for myself, should anything ever happen to Jesse, it would be unbearable to me.

As we drove into the night I wondered if the future we spoke of was meant to be. With random thoughts flooding my mind the wheels were spinning in my head. Mrs. Robinson had placed a call while at the party. Was she part of a plan to split us up? Was she Kayla's accomplice? And where the hell was Jesse taking us?

A/N: Tune in next time for more drama and surprises.

Thank you to everyone who posted reviews and comments about the possible agenda behind the photos. It seems the majority don't want to see our couple blackmailed. We'll just have to wait and see what the writing Gods have in store for them. Muahahaha!