Chapter 12
“ M overs?” Jenna prompted, already not liking where this was heading.
“Yes. I had them bring your things over from your apartment so you can start to get settled.”
“You had them… what? They just went in my apartment and took my stuff?” Jenna could feel her face heating again, but she wasn’t embarrassed this time.
She was pissed.
“When did you even?—”
“I made the call after you passed out last night. I told you that this is your home now,” Mark said calmly, obviously not buying into her sudden shift in mood.
Jenna couldn’t believe what she was hearing. The absolute balls this asshole must have to simply decide for her that she was moving in with him.
“I can’t believe you would do this!” Her tone was sharp and her voice was louder than it probably should be, but she didn’t care.
Mark folded his newspaper again, set it down, and leveled her with the most no-nonsense look she could have imagined. “Do you need a reminder about what happens when you don’t let me take care of you? Because I’m sure the movers wouldn’t mind if I deal with you right here as they do their work.”
Jenna crossed her arms over her chest and glared at him, still fuming.
The elevator doors opened and two men entered the foyer, each carrying a large box. “Where do you want these, boss?” one of them called over to Mark.
“Upstairs in the master bedroom is fine,” he called back.
The men began climbing the stairs and Jenna pushed her chair back loudly before standing up. Her car was still in the shop, but she had the money Mark had given her last night. She could grab an Uber and head… where? To her empty apartment?
“Sit,” Mark said sharply, surprising Jenna enough that she fell back down into her chair. “You don’t get to run from me again.”
Jenna lowered her eyes to the table. Had her intentions been that obvious?
“Tell me how you’re feeling.” His voice was softer now.
This felt foreign to Jenna. Not many people in her life had cared enough to ask about her feelings, so she’d never learned to express them very well. She took a deep breath, thinking about what she wanted to say. Mark didn’t rush her, just watched her with gentle eyes.
“I don’t think I’m ready to just move in and be your full-time concubine,” she finally said.
“Who said that’s what you would be?” Mark asked.
“You did! You said my job was sucking your cock now. And then last night, you said I was your whore, and you literally paid me for my orgasms !”
“Fair point…” Mark said thoughtfully. “Well, I said those things mainly to turn you on and maybe partially to tease you a little. But I think you know by now that you’re much more to me than just a concubine.”
“I don’t want to be a kept woman. My mom was that way, she just stayed home and did nothing. Her whole life was my dad. And he was never good to her and finally he just left her.”
Jenna felt her eyes cloud with unshed tears, and Mark reached across the table to take her hand.
“I’m sorry about your mom, Jenna. I promise that’s not what I want for you.
I want to take care of you, yes, and you don’t need to work.
But if you want to work, I’m perfectly happy for you to do that.
In fact, I’ve already talked to the Director of Nursing at one of the hospitals I sell to, and she’s going to send me a list of reputable nursing schools.
I can help you get your applications in order.
You’d be a shoe-in.” Mark squeezed her hand and winked at her.
Nursing school? Where did he get that idea from?
Jenna’s stomach sank as she suddenly remembered. Back on their first date, she had told him she was thinking of becoming a nurse to hide the fact that she had zero life plans. He was being so sweet about it that all her anger seemed to dissipate.
Now she just felt bad.
One of the movers appeared at the entrance to the kitchen. “All the boxes are unloaded, boss.”
“Great, thank you,” Mark nodded to the man, and he and his colleague disappeared into the elevator.
Jenna wondered what they ended up doing with her furniture, though it didn’t really matter. All she had was a second-hand couch, a bed from IKEA, and a few smaller items. They probably weren’t even worth donating.
“That’s really nice of you to look into that for me,” she told Mark once the men had left. “I’m actually not sure I want to do nursing, though.”
Mark looked confused, and Jenna found herself blushing again as she continued, “I just kind of threw that out there when we first met because…”
“Because you wanted to impress me,” he finished for her.
“Yeah… pretty much.” Jenna admitted sheepishly.
“I should redden your bottom for lying to me, but I’m proud of you for telling me how you feel,” he told her. Sliding his chair back from the table, he patted his knee, and Jenna sprung up from her seat and climbed into his lap. He put his arms around her waist and kissed her neck.
“You don’t have to be a nurse, and you don’t have to be my concubine. There are things in between. And I’ll help you discover which of those things interests you the most. Okay?”
Jenna nodded, then turned to look at him over her shoulder with a sassy grin. “I mean… maybe I could be your concubine some of the time.”
“Oh, you will be, sassy girl. That part isn’t up for discussion.”
Mark stood up, lifting Jenna with him and carrying her to the kitchen island. Setting her on the counter, he leaned in and kissed her hard, his hands fumbling with the button on her jeans until they came undone.
Jenna wound her arms around his neck and lifted herself up to help him slide her jeans and panties over her hips and down her legs as she kissed him back just as hard, suddenly hungrier for him than she was for breakfast.
As soon as she was bare from the waist down, Mark yanked her shirt off over her head and unhooked her bra, pulling the fabric away so her breasts bounced free.
Breaking the kiss, Mark moved his lips down to her nipples, taking each of the hard buds into his mouth and sucking it until it stood at attention before he trailed kisses down her belly to the top of her mound.
Forcing her legs apart with his hands, he began to lick all over her pussy, her inner lips, and her clit, even darting his tongue into her bottom hole a few times.
There was no slow teasing this time. He was simply devouring her.
Jenna’s breathing came in pants as she wove her fingers into his hair. She arched her back, gyrating herself against his tongue until she exploded over the edge, screaming as she came hard.
Mark placed a gentle kiss directly on her clit, then kissed back up her tummy, up her neck, and all the way back to her mouth. She could taste her own arousal as he claimed her mouth deeply once more, and she moaned like the slutty concubine he had made her.
Pulling away, Mark lifted her in his arms again and deposited her, still naked, back into her chair at the kitchen table.
“Finish your breakfast,” he instructed her.
Jenna grinned as she dug into her plate. Cold eggs had never tasted so good.
“So you two met in medical school?” Jenna sat cross legged on the counter, applying the final touches to her makeup while Mark shaved at the sink next to her.
“Yeah. Scott was always top of our class, he’s smarter than me. Just don’t ever tell him I said that. He’s already got a big head.”
“Reminds me of someone else I know,” Jenna said, opening her eyes wide to apply mascara.
“Well, sassy girl, he’s looking forward to meeting you. I’ve told him a lot about you.”
Jenna spritzed her face with a setting spray, then hopped down from the counter. “I never say no to good Italian food.”
Mark landed a smack on her ass as she walked past him and Jenna yelped. “Speaking of, you’d better get dressed. Our reservation is in an hour,” he said.
“What, you don’t like my outfit?” Jenna gestured to her oversized T-shirt that said, “We were on a break!” with a graphic of Ross and Rachel. Other than that, she was wearing only panties.
“I like it plenty for around the house, but I don’t need Scott seeing that much of you… He hasn’t gotten laid in a while.”
Jenna rolled her eyes, although she felt her pussy clench at the idea of Mark being so territorial over her already.
“I’m not sure this dress will cover much more of the goods,” she called to him as he disappeared into the bedroom. She grabbed the little black cocktail number Mindy had set out for her on a hanger that morning.
Mark’s personal assistant was like a ninja.
Jenna had still never seen her, but suddenly she had a perfectly tailored wardrobe in the closet.
Mindy seemed to anticipate her every need even before she could.
There was even an assortment of perfumes on her bathroom vanity that morning that Jenna was sure hadn’t been there before.
She had just stepped into the dress and was reaching awkwardly over her shoulder to try to grab the zipper when she saw her phone on the counter lighting up with a call from Chloe. Leaving the dress undone, she quickly reached to answer it.
Jenna had been texting Chloe nonstop since Mark had decided they were moving in together, but there had been no response. She figured it was because of the poor reception at whatever vacation home Simon had booked for them.
“Finally!” she said as she swiped to answer.
“Hey, Jen.” Chloe sounded deflated, and Jenna’s smile faded instantly.
“What’s wrong?”
“It’s over with Simon.”
“What? Oh no, Chlo, what happened?”
“Oh, nothing dramatic. He just… he’s been ignoring me the whole weekend. I think he’s lost interest.”
“Lost interest in you? Impossible,” Jenna insisted.
“It happens, especially with guys on that website,” Chloe said with a sigh. “It’s fine, it just sucks. I was starting to think he might be different. But anyway, I got home last night. Sorry I didn’t call, I just needed to hermit for the evening.”
Jenna hated hearing her sound so sad. “I’m really sorry, Chlo. You deserve so much better.”
“Yeah, well, I think I need a sugar daddy break,” Chloe said. “What are you doing tonight?”
“Well… I have a lot to catch you up on,” Jenna said.