Darker – Chapter 13

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Last time on Darker…

"You know exactly who I am." Kayla replied calmly while keeping her hand inside her denim jacket. "I just have one question for you." Biting my lower lip out of habit I gave her a quick nod to proceed. "What do you have that I don't?"

And now…

"What?"

Talk about a loaded question. Here I was tagging along with my new business colleagues in the middle of a work day in Hollywood thinking it was safe, not realizing my own personal stalker was watching my every move. What the hell did she want from me? The question she asked wasn't the first time I'd heard it, but how was I supposed to answer her without forcing more stakes into her coffin? What do I have that she doesn't? Well Kayla, it's quite simple...everything.

"Why did he choose you?" She asked a different way, bringing my attention back to the unanswered question.

"I don't understand." I lied but needed to keep the nutcase talking. "What do you want to know?" I countered with my own inquiry, still avoiding her first question.

After a brief uncomfortable silence, she sighed with frustration and began to speak.

"Master lets you sleep in his bed and call him by his surname." She looked down to her feet and then locked eyes with me. "I watched him make love to you..."

"Oh my God." I mumbled quietly to myself. Suddenly feeling violated, I crossed my arms over my chest and took a deep breath. Just imagining someone in the room recording us while we were engaged in sex was bad enough, but here we were talking about it. I tried not to let it show but I was dying on the inside and couldn't help thinking about the possibility of blackmail. "What did you do with the pictures an-"

"And video?" She cut me off, finishing my sentence. "They're in a safe place...for now."

For now?

With a smirk forming on her lips I couldn't tell where she was going with this. "I've watched it often and touched myself pretending it was me he was fucking, instead of you...but it wasn't. Master forbid anyone from touching him, but he allows you." Closing the gap between us, the tips of our noses nearly touched and I could feel her hitched breath on my skin as she invaded my personal space. It was too close for comfort but I had to stand my ground and hear her out. "The way Master kisses you and caresses your body…" She paused and licked her lips. "The way he penetrates you and gazes into your soul..."

Without any warning she grabbed my head with both hands and forced her lips on mine. I was mortified and struggled to push her away but with her vice grip on me I had to endure the offensive kiss.

With my subconscious slamming the gavel in objection to the violation occurring, my inner goddess nearly flatlined.

Finally releasing her grip on me she laughed at my repulsion as I backed away in disgust and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.

"You sick bitch! Why the hell did you do that?"

"Because I wanted to." She nonchalantly answered with a smirk I wanted to slap off her face. "And I knew you wouldn't."

She was under Dr. Moss's care and was clearly delusional. The unexpected kiss proved she was unstable and didn't give a damn how her actions affected me, or anyone. Keeping that in mind, I needed to stay strong and get the situation under control; I needed to make the psycho understand who she was dealing with.

"If you watched us like you said you did, then you know I'm no submissive and Jesse isn't my Master." With my last comment her smirk disappeared and was replaced with indifference. "Now tell me how you found me."

"It wasn't difficult." She admitted, touching her lips. "Everyone has a price."

Not everybody...

"Why are you here?"

"I wanted to meet the woman who single handedly ruined my life."

Closing my eyes momentarily I deflated my lungs. "Okay...we've met." I said calmly. "What do you want from me?"

She hesitated before responding. "Isn't it obvious? I want you to stay away from him." Her words made her sound like a jealous girlfriend, but she never was. Kayla was Jesse's last sub, and nothing more. "I want Master to love me the way he does with you."

Oh...hell no!

"Kayla, I'm sorry but that will never happen; Jesse and I are together." I paused to gauge her reaction then dropped the bomb. "We love each other."

"NO!" She blurted out, then went on a rant. "It's not true! He said he could never love anyone! And then you come along. What do you have that I don't? What is it about you? If I can't have him, then nobody can!"

With her voice raised I took a defensive step back for my own safety and needed to keep her calm. "Kayla, listen to me. I know you're hurting and don't mean what you're saying." I wasn't a therapist however I picked up a few tricks from Stacie who helped me out of my funk after I left Jesse. Focusing on the event that sent her over the edge, I continued on. "I heard about your late boyfriend. It was a car accident, right?" She nodded slowly. " I'm very sorry for your loss."

"Don't be." Her emotions began to flatten as her words lacked any substance or feeling. "They all leave..." Obviously striking a nerve, she sounded so pitiful but then started her verbal attack again. "He really doesn't love you." She paused. "He'll leave you someday and then you'll see what it's like to be abandoned."

"I appreciate the warning but I'll take my chances." Her demeanor seemed so pathetic I needed to keep her talking. "Are you here alone?" I asked, sensing her downward spiral into psychosis.

"Alone?" Looking down to her feet again, she repeated my last word. "Yes….so alone." She sounded so frail that I no longer feared her, instead I felt sorry for the girl and wanted to help in anyway I could.

"I can only imagine what you went through and how you must be feeling now." I tried to empathize with her but my attempt failed miserably because she wasn't having it, however I kept trying anyway. "Is there someone I could call for you?"

"I DON'T WANT YOUR SYMPATHY!" She shouted. Her sudden change in atitude startled me as she attracted attention to us. "YOU'VE DONE ENOUGH DAMAGE! YOU TOOK HIM FROM ME!"

"No Kayla, I didn't!" And held my hand up in protest, pleading for her to stay calm but she was far too gone to reason with. "Please...let me help and call someone for you." Raising her head to meet my gaze she was enraged.

"I DON'T WANT YOUR HELP! I WANT YOU TO SUFFER!"

With her hand reaching inside her jacket I saw the undeniable shape of a gun being pulled out of a holster. It was as though reality had gone into slow motion as my life flashed before me. Bracing myself for the inevitable I heard squealing tires and quickly spun around to see a black SUV coming to an abrupt stop with Benji drawing his own weapon and storming towards me. "GET DOWN!" He hollered as he ran passed me, nearly knocking me over.

It all happened so quickly that I froze where I stood, not knowing what to do with myself. When I turned back around, she was already gone.

Where the hell did she go?

With the police driving by with full sirens blaring and lights flashing I was unexpectedly pulled into Starbucks and dragged out the back door leading into an alley. It was such a blur that I was temporarily disoriented as my face was buried against fabric. Without seeing my rescuer's face I breathed in the familiar scent and sighed with relief.

"I told you not to go anywhere alone." The whispered words came from my love who was holding me flush to him. "She could have shot you."

"But she didn't." I replied softly as he held me tighter.

"No, but she was about to."

"Yes." I whispered, closing my eyes recalling the silhouette of the weapon. I tried to maintain my composure but it was becoming a lost cause. "I'm sorry." I sobbed lightly, considering what could've happened I gave in to my emotions as the adrenalin rush began to subside.

"Shh...it's okay." He held me in his arms and stroked my hair while I clung on to him like a koala on a branch. "I'm just glad you're okay."

Physically I was fine but my nerves were shot to hell...

"I've never been so scared." Pulling away I dabbed excess moisture from my eyes before my make-up was completely ruined. "I tried talking with her but she just flipped out. Had you guys not shown up..." I was so upset I couldn't finish my sentence.

"I know, baby. I know. I don't even want to think about that." He admitted pressing his lips to mine. It wasn't the type of kiss that would escalate into anything more, instead it came from a desperate man trying to hold on to his most valued possession. "I'm so damn conflicted right now. " He murmured against my lips. "You were told to never go anywhere alone as long as she was still out there."

"But I wasn't alone." Pulling away I challenged back, wiping away a stray tear that escaped. "I was invited to lunch on my first day of work. What the hell was I supposed to say?"

"You say 'no' until she's in custody!" His anger was apparent as he tried to contain his temper. "You can't take anymore unnecessary risks! You can't reason with her! She's a fucking schizophrenic! You could've been hurt, or even worse!" Bending down to catch his breath Jesse grabbed his knees and nearly lost it. "Are you trying to give me a heart attack?" Looking back up our eyes met and then I saw his fear. "Don't you understand? I can't lose you!"

"Babe...I'm not going anywhere." Seeing how distraught he was I kissed him with as much love as I could muster. "It'll never happen again. I promise." He nodded with relief and returned the kiss.

Not wanting to let me go Jesse held me flush to him but our moment would soon be interrupted by the ringing of his cell phone. Breaking off our contact, Jesse looked at his iPhone to see who was calling, then answered.

"Benji. For the love of God please tell me they caught her."

Shaking his head his lips tightened in a hard line; the news wasn't good.

"Son of a bitch! How the hell could she get away?"

Jeez! Ghost girl escaped again...

As he continued to listen to what transpired, my cell phone buzzed signifying I'd received a text. Pulling out my own device from my bag I gasped in horror; it was from her.

"I'll never forget those lips. Until we meet again...K"

What the hell?

Holding up my high definition display to Jesse, he exhaled and ran his fingers through his unruly hair as he read the message to himself. "I've got to go. Have Don meet us at the Capitol building." His abruptness was followed by him hanging up on his trusted personal assistant then burying the latest generation Apple product in his dress slacks pocket. "What did she mean by that message?"

He just had to ask...

"Trust me, you don't want to know." The disgusted look on my face spoke volumes as I started feeling queasy. With Jesse's curiosity peaked I knew I would eventually have to tell him. "She's fucking nuts!"

"Beca...you're avoiding the question. What happened back there?"

Shaking my head I let out a sigh of frustration and came clean with the truth. "That crazy ex-sub of yours assaulted me with her mouth."

"She did what?"

"You heard me, and don't get any funny ideas because it wasn't consensual."

"You let her kiss you?"

"Dude! It wasn't like that. The psycho bitch caught me off guard." Twisting my face in revulsion Jesse tried to suppress his amusement but couldn't keep the smirk off his face. "You might think it's funny but I'm like traumatized for life."

"Now do you see why I insisted that one of us stay with you at all times?" Slowly nodding I was still fixated on the threatening text.

"Jesse...how did she get this number? I've only given it to a handful of people."

Letting out a sigh, Jesse told me news I dreaded to hear. "My investigator contacted me earlier today about you."

"Me?"

He nodded. "It seems who ever Kayla's accomplice is, has managed to infiltrate your personal records. In other words, she knows everything about you, and this here proves it."

After that bit of reality my heart sank to the pavement. With that loon knowing my entire life she and her accomplice had access to my family and friends. Jesse and I would need to have a heart to heart talk about their safety as well.

"C'mon...as long as we're out here, let me at least take you to lunch."

"No thank you. I seemed to have lost my appetite." Letting out a disgruntled groan Jesse conceded and brought us over to the police to give them a statement, then I was escorted back to work where Benji and Don were waiting outside the building entrance.

"Who's staying?" Jesse asked the two men who looked at each other.

"I will." Benji was the first to volunteer. "I'll look after her."

"Is this really necessary?" My annoyance couldn't be anymore clear as I huffed in protest.

"Yes Beca, it is." Jesse grumbled. "As long as she's still out there, we're not taking any chances."

Letting the air out of my lungs I conceded to the arrangement and hoped I wouldn't need to give anyone an explanation for the added security. "Fine." I retorted with a bit of attitude, heading for the elevator. "Just stay out of my way and let me do my job."

Jesse's own frustration showed as he rolled his eyes and shook his head. Giving me a quick peck on the cheek Jesse left the building with Don while Benji and I took the elevator to the tenth floor. Naturally my bodyguard had already been cleared by building security, and after a quick sweep of the floor Benji took his position outside the suite while I headed inside.

Returning to my desk I stuffed my bag in a drawer, plopped down on my ergonomic chair and opened my email to several unread messages including an invite for drinks after work from Keegan. My sour disposition changed immediately as I was unable to hold back a snort, not quite believing the name of the bar I'd been invited to. Immediately I composed an email to Jesse.

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FROM: Beca

TO: Jesse

SUBJECT: At your mercy

To my dark knight in shining armor.

I never did thank you and Benji for saving my life today. I truly am at your mercy.

On another note my boss has invited us for drinks after work to welcome me to the team. The name of the bar is called...wait for it... 'Submit'. Since I flaked on lunch I'd really like to go and will have my bodyguard drive me there. Care to join us?

Rebeca Mitchell

Red faced and thankful to be alive Production Assistant - Residual Heat Studios

Contemplating his response, I clicked on send.

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FROM: Jesse

TO: Beca

SUBJECT: Seriously?

To my lovely damsel in distress.

With a name like that, how could I resist. I'm also looking forward to meeting this asshole boss of yours.

As for being at my mercy, I'm sure we can work something out.

Jesse Swanson

Reformed Domme & CEO, JS Enterprises

Oh really? Clicking on reply.

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FROM: Beca

TO: Jesse

SUBJECT: Sizing up

Why do I have the feeling this is going to turn into a pissing contest?

Rebeca Mitchell

Already regretting inviting you for drinks but looking forward to afterwards Production Assistant - Residual Heat Studios

Was this a mistake? Clicking on send.

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FROM: Jesse

TO: Beca

SUBJECT: No Regrets

Don't ever regret what we do. I'll always make it worth your while. Haven't you figured it out by now? The sun rises and sets with you.

XOXO...

Jesse Swanson

Completely smitten boyfriend & CEO, JS Enterprises

Even his words turn me into mush. Hitting reply.

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FROM: Beca

TO: Jesse

SUBJECT: Smitten

You're not the only one.

ILY...

Rebeca Mitchell

Smitten and hopelessly in love girlfriend & Production Assistant - Residual Heat Studios

Smiling like an idiot, I hit send.

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FROM: Jesse

TO: Beca

SUBJECT: I know

Meet you at the bar at 5pm and please delete these emails.

Laters, baby...

Jesse Swanson

Smitten & aroused boyfriend who wants to worship your body & CEO, JS Enterprises

Feeling myself get hot under the collar, I did what he asked and deleted the email chain.

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Emailing with Jesse was addictive. With our walls lowered we usually ended up putting things in print we normally wouldn't say in person. I loved our playful banter and looked forward to countering Jesse's wit with my own snark. It was a game we played to see who could get the upper hand and which of us would get in the last word. As I was about to compose a response, another email from an unexpected source popped up.

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FROM: Gail

TO: Rebeca

SUBJECT: Apology

My Dearest Rebeca.

Our mutual friend asked me to cease all communication with you, however I wanted to apologize for what transpired at the party. I can see now that you're good for Jesse and I would hope we could become friends someday. You have my phone number and email address, please contact me and we'll do lunch.

Mrs. R...

What the fuck? How did she get this email address? Was she for real? And she still referred to herself as Mrs. R. Clicking on forward, I waited for Jesse's reply.

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FROM: Jesse

TO: Beca

SUBJECT: Apology

I'll handle it.

Jesse Swanson

CEO, JS Enterprises

That's it? No witty comeback?

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And just like that Jesse's disposition changed from loving boyfriend to serious entrepreneur. Who could blame him? With his past and present colliding it was amazing he was keeping it together so well.

With my colleagues returning from lunch they gathered at my desk and asked what happened to me. I felt like shit lying to them however, how could I explain that my boyfriend's crazy ex had become a stalker and tried to kill me. Instead of the truth I manufactured a story that I was witness to an attempted mugging and needed to give a statement to the police. To my relief, they bought it and let me off the hook. After a few more hours of work we shut down for the day and met at the night cub.

Submit - Hollywood, CA

The bunch of us were hanging out in the bar mingling when our boss arrived. The scene was typical with happy hour in full swing. The lighting was low and music provided just enough background noise while its patrons continued to unwind after a long manic Monday. With Benji hanging out at the far corner of the bar taking tiny sips of his ice water, I felt safe knowing he wasn't far.

"Sam! Put it all on my tab." Keegan called out, instructing the bartender as he handed him his platinum credit card. "Whatever they want..." He trailed off, taking off his dark sunglasses and hooking them to the apex of his navy blue button down silk shirt. Walking over to other studio executives the award winning music producer left our immediate company.

"Your uncle is such a weirdo." My comment made my new friend chuckle. "I thought he hated us and here he is buying us all drinks. What happened to his earlier threats?"

"Oh...that? You didn't take him seriously...did you?" Dax explained that his bark was worse than his bite. "That's how he gets results."

"Dude! He made you do laps in skinny jeans." Chugging my ice cold beer from the bottle we laughed at the not so distant memory.

"He always does that." Another male intern with long blonde hair added as he joined our group. "Don't say anything but we believe Dax is around to keep the 'residual heat' off of us." His play on words had us rolling our eyes and groaning.

"Thanks a lot Dean." He pouted. "Just because it's your twenty-fifth birthday today, and you have a great ass doesn't give you carte Blanche to insult me."

"Sure it does." Another dark skinned female intern added, joining the discussion. "I'm Destiny, welcome to the team." We clinked beers and took a swig from our bottlenecks.

"Thank you!" Smiling at my new colleagues we took turns talking about how we all ended up in the same internship and spoke briefly of our ambitions as well as our significant others. Casually I looked down at my phone and noticed the time. Jesse was late which concerned me especially after what happened today with ghost girl. Getting Benji's attention I mouthed, "where is he?" Looking down to his wristwatch, he shrugged his shoulders and scanned the room.

"So...where's this boyfriend of yours?" Barb, the receptionist asked, joining us. "Rumor has it he's pretty hot." Rolling my eyes I tried to keep my smirk to myself while my new friends teased me.

"Actually...I don't know where he is." Looking around the establishment there was no sight of him. "He's never late."

A few minutes later I felt arms wrap around my waist. "Don't move." A low seductive voice was whispering in my ear that made my pulse quicken. "Looking for me?"

"You're late, Mr. Swanson." I tried to give him a hard time but couldn't keep the perm-a-grin from invading my face then turned around in his arms. "How dare you keep me waiting...you deserve to be punished." My empty threat amused him as I snaked my arms around his neck.

"Mmm...I can't wait." Grinning back he pressed his lips to mine. With Jesse's tie removed his collar was opened displaying his dark chest hair that begged for my attention, and with his five o'clock shadow dusting his face he looked so delicious that my lust for him could hardly be contained. Ignoring present company our PDA lingered longer than it should have which caught the attention of my co-workers, and boss.

"Damn girl! You never said your man was this hot." Dax commented, fanning himself. "The sex between you two must be something else."

That was an understatement...

Busting up laughing, we split apart while I flushed beet red. After brief introductions Jesse excused himself to the bar and ordered a couple more beers for us.

"Who's that?" Keegan asked suspiciously, racing over to me. "Is that guy bothering you?"

Before I could respond Jesse was back at my side handing me a bottle and extended his hand to my employer.

Let the pissing match begin...

"Allow me to introduce myself. I'm the boyfriend, and you are?"

"I'm the boss with several Grammys. You can call me Keegan."

"I'm Jesse, and we live together." Being pulled closer, my possessive mate wouldn't let me out of his sight...or grip.

"Glad to hear it." Keegan chugged his drink then redirected his attention to me. "Um...I finally read your file." He paused to take a drink. "So, you're a three time collegiate acapella champion that handled all of the arrangements. I'm looking forward to seeing what you've got."

"Oh...you will."

"My girl has many talents." Jesse spoke suggestively, causing me to blush. "Making music with her mouth is just one of them." My jaw dropped at his comment.

Did he really just say that?

"I bet she does." My boss answered back with a sadistic grin. "You're a very lucky man."

Having heard enough from these two I excused myself to the restroom with Benji following closely behind.

After another hour of mingling with my co-workers and more sizing up between Jesse and Keegan, we said our goodbyes then took off.

On the way home things were still weird between us because my overly possessive boyfriend just couldn't let things go. With Benji and Don driving ahead of us in the SUV we followed in Jesse's silver Audi.

"He wants to fuck your brains out."

"What?" Turning towards Jesse I shook my head and sighed. "What are you talking about?"

"Your slimeball boss. He wants in your pants."

Rolling my eyes I let out a sigh. "Well...that's not going to happen. I'm sort of spoken for."

"Damn straight you are! He can't have what belongs to me."

Smirking to myself I shook my head again. "I swear, you guys should've just whipped them out." I paused. "It's all about size with you dudes."

"No...it isn't. At least not to me. In fact, pleasuring you is all that matters." Hearing him say those words was like adding fuel to the fire as I felt myself becoming less angry and getting hot under the collar. "Actually, making love to you has become my favorite pastime."

Mine too...

I didn't know what to say or how to respond to his admission. In such a short amount of time Jesse had become one hundred percent devoted to me and our relationship. Taking his hand in mine I brought his knuckles to my lips. It may have been a simple gesture but the meaning was there as he gave me the warmest smile. My heart swelled for this disturbed man with dark secrets who returned his affection for me in spades.

Pulling into the parking garage of the penthouse we parked and waited for Benji and Don to do their security sweep and report back signifying that all was clear. When we got the green light we entered the elevator and stood quietly, side by side while the sexual tension between us grew.

What was it about elevators...

"Did I ever tell you how beautiful you looked today?"

Unable to keep a smile from creeping on my face I nodded but didn't dare to face him.

Continuing to climb we stared straight ahead and avoided any eye contact knowing what close proximity did to us. Like so many times the physical attraction between us escalated to a point neither of us could ignore.

"Do you feel it?" He asked, breaking the silence.

"Yes." I spoke softly feeling heat radiating from within, and let out a deep breath I'd been holding in.

Slapping the stop button with his palm, Jesse interrupted our ascent between floors then turned to face me. "Tell me what you need." Closing the gap between us his softened voice ignited my arousal as his eyes grew darker with desire. I wanted him in the worst way and from the way Jesse looked, he felt the same.

"You..." I breathed, feeling moisture pool down below while my hardened nipples strained against the lacy material that confined them.

"Tell me what you want." He spoke softly, leaning down he tilted his head and lightly glided his lips over mine. Letting out a whine I reached for his lips but was denied contact as he pulled away. "Use your words." He teased.

Before I had time to think about it, the words tumbled from my lips. "Take me...here."

He didn't need to be told twice...

Letting out a sigh, Jesse grabbed my shoulders and gently pushed me until my back hit the wall. "Unbutton your blouse." He ordered, attaching his lips to my neck. "I want to see you." Complying with his request I immediately undid a few buttons and stood before him. Taking in my appearance he groaned with need. "Do you have any idea how sexy you look right now?"

Feeling a bit shy I slowly shook my head. Without another word he lowered a cup and filled his mouth of me. Biting down and pulling on my tip sent my desire into overdrive as I held his head to my chest and cried out while he feasted on me.

"Fuck...I want you!" He murmured between my breasts. "Feel what you do to me." Taking my hand he placed it on his raging bulge while he wrapped his lips around my other boob.

He wanted me just as bad...

I never thought I would become one of those girls that lusted after their lover, but here I was begging to be fucked, standing upright in a public elevator. The lust I had for Jesse was almost unbearable as I needed him inside me like yesterday.

Wasting no time I undid his belt and unzipped his pants then reached in and held him. He was already rock hard which turned me on even more as his mouth left my chest and formed a seal over my lips.

"Did you bring a friend?" I whispered against his lips. Feeling his smile, he magically produced a foil packet which I abruptly grabbed out of his grasp.

Laughing at my eagerness, Jesse lifted my plaid skirt, reached between my thighs and ripped off my skimpy underwear. "I hope you weren't attached to these." He joked, pocketing the destroyed garment in his suit pocket. "I'm going to take you now."

"Finally!" My eyes rolled as I whined with impatience. "Fuck! What are you waiting for?"

Unable to keep a straight face, Jesse chuckled and shook his head. "Whatever happened to the sweet and innocent girl who graduated with honors and sings so beautifully with her all female acapella group?"

"She's not far." I retorted quickly, still caught up in the moment. Now c'mon...enough with the chit chat."

"Yes ma'am."

Lifting my skirt higher so it bunched up at my stomach he raised a bent leg and held it to his side while he slid easily inside. It was no longer a joking matter as we let out a gush and held position to relish the feeling of our union. Hanging onto his neck for balance he slowly moved in and out of me while our tongues mirrored the action taking place south of the border. It was like an itch that finally got scratched as he took his time and filled my orifice to capacity sending my head back against the wall.

"God you feel good." I breathed, closing my eyes and enjoying the sensation of my lover being buried inside.

"So do you." He whispered into my ear, kissing my exposed neck.

Kissing him feverishly I couldn't get enough of him as I held his head between my palms and devoured him whole. With his deep thrusts increasing in speed our breaths became shallow as we grunted in unison, dripping with perspiration and then we gloriously came together. Milking him dry, my walls squeezed every last drop of his seed while we cried out through our releases.

It wasn't just sex, and we both knew it. With all that transpired today it was the only way to enjoy each other's company and let off steam at the same time. With open mouth kisses our teeth clashed as we smiled in relief while our connected bodies returned to a normal state of functioning. Carefully, he pulled out and freed himself of the soiled prophylactic which he tied in a knot before burying it in the same pocket with my sacrificed butt floss.

I was satiated and spent as I leaned against the wall while Jesse pulled down my skirt and adjusted my bra cups. Buttoning up my blouse and tucking it back into my skirt, I was somewhat presentable to face the hired help.

Did I really just refer to them as that?

Looking over at Jesse, with the exception of his just fucked hair which, he always seemed to have these days, he looked GQ cover worthy, as though nothing had just happened. Me, on the other hand was a hot mess, in desperate need of a hairbrush, new pair of underwear and shower.

"Ready?" He asked still reeling from our intense tryst with the biggest shit eating grin. Nodding with my own stupid grin I pulled my untamed hair into a ponytail and secured it with an elastic band. "Don't worry about it. You look fine."

Hitting the elevator button we resumed our climb to the penthouse once again. I had no idea how much time had elapsed however, it had to be long enough to be noticeable.

As the doors slid open a concerned Benji was the first to approach us. "Something wrong with the elevator?"

"Must have gotten stuck." Jesse replied, sending me a mischievous look. With my eyes rolling back I must have turned several shades of red which caught the attention of Ms. Clark who smiled to herself. She was a chick after all and must have known what we were up to.

Feeling a bit underdressed in my current commando state I excused myself to remedy the situation. "Um...I'm just going to um...tend to um...something. I'll be right back."

Could I be anymore obvious?

"Oh, Beca?"

"Yeah."

"Can you please take my jacket and dispose of what's in the pockets?"

"Yes dear." My response and smirk made him laugh as I carefully took his jacket with evidence of our tryst, making sure the items stayed put. "I'll just be a few minutes..."

The moment I left the room I heard the front door chime but disregarded it. After a quick stop at the bathroom to freshen up and change into a new pair of underwear I returned to the living area and nearly lost my mind. Sitting on one of the barstools was the last person I expected to find here. I couldn't see her face but recognized her blonde locks, and once she spoke, it was undeniably her; Mrs. Robinson had paid us an unexpected visit. Approaching with caution, Jesse, who was seated in a barstool next to her, waved me over.

"What the hell is she doing here?" I whispered for his ears only.

"Beca...it's okay." He responded softly.

"No, Jesse. It's not!" I whispered again.

"Jesse...darling, why didn't you tell me you had company?" Gail asked politely. "It's not like you to have anyone over during the week."

Like she would know...

I was livid and stood on Jesse's other side while I sized up my antagonist.

What the fuck was she doing here?

Trying to calm me down, Jesse wrapped his arm around my waist. "You're right...I don't usually have company. Beca lives here." The child molester looked as though she'd been sucker punched. "She's my girlfriend, remember?"

"Yes...of course she is." Gail gave a half smile and studied us intently. "I'm happy for you darling...I'm happy for you both."

"Thank you." He replied cheerfully while I gave a slight nod with my lips tightened in a hard line.

Yes...thank you. Bitch!

Still filled with rage I needed to calm the fuck down; I needed more liquid courage.

"Babe...I'm going to make myself a drink. Can I get you something?"

"That sounds good. Hennessy for me."

"Gail? Would you care for something?"

Poison perhaps...

"I'll have the same." She piped up. "Thank you.

"Three Cognac coming right up."

Leaving Jesse's side I wandered over to the bar and lined up three brandy snifter glasses on the counter. Removing the cork top I contemplated taking a long swig from the bottle but decided getting shit faced was probably not the best idea, considering present company. Having been taught proper etiquette in serving Cognac, I filled each glass with the right amount then returned the bottle to its rightful place.

With all that happened today a visit from Jesse's former dominatrix was the last thing I expected so hard liquor was definitely fitting for the occasion. Placing the drinks in front of them, I walked around the counter and took the seat next to Jesse, carefully crossed one leg over the other as my plaid skirt rode up. After a brief toast to old and new acquaintances, we sipped our drinks then Jesse landed the million dollar question.

"So...what brings you here tonight?"

After an awkward silence Gail finally spoke. "Darling, can we please discuss this in private?" The bitch dared to send me a look, willing me to leave. "It's of a personal nature, I'd rather..."

Glancing over at Jesse I needed to know if he wanted me to stay or go.

"Anything you say to me can be said in front of Beca." Reaching for my hand Jesse brought my knuckles to his lips. "Go ahead."

"Very well." Sighing deeply Gail took another sip of her Cognac, returned her glass to the counter then admitted to something I never expected to hear from her. "I'm being blackmailed."

A/N: A special thank you to all who post reviews, it's much appreciated and motivates me to get these long chapters written. Things are going to get much darker for these two so I hope you'll continue to read along.

Question: How do you think Beca will react to Gail's news? (A) shocked and be willing to help; (B) laugh her ass off; (C) not give a shit.

Your answers will be posted in the next chapter.