Chapter Eight
Jana
Sitting down on the couch, I shake my head.
I’ve never met someone so damn confusing.
One minute I think he’s finally going to open up, give me something and he goes right back to being an asshole.
Whoever did this to him didn’t just hurt him, she destroyed him.
I can’t even get him to tell me what he does for a living.
He won’t talk, unless it’s something dirty. Something sexual.
The longer I sit here thinking about it, the more pissed I get. He knows things about me, personal things. I know nothing about him, other than he’s staying here until his place is ready. It’s fucked up, I deserve to know something, anything. I wore a fucking nurses uniform for him today.
Jumping off the couch, I walk to his door and knock once before pushing it up. He’s sitting on the edge of the bed, looking defeated. That is until he looks up and sees me.
“What the fuck are you doing, Jana?” he barks out at me.
I won’t back down, he’s not going to push me away this time. “We’re going to talk,” I say, putting my hands on my hips.
“I don’t talk, get the fuck out.”
“No? You don’t want to talk? Alright then, I want to play out a fantasy of mine.” I raise an eyebrow waiting on a response.
He smiles. “Yes, now that’s what I’m talking about.”
I give him a little shimmy of my shoulders, and shake my ass as I make my way over to his bed and take a seat next to him. “My fantasy,” I jut my lower lip out and draw out my next words, “that I really really want is…”
“Fuck, Jana.” He’s getting turned on I can tell.
With my eyes gazing into his, I run my hand up and down his thigh. “I really want you to tell me what you do for a living.”
He bounds from the bed, pacing the floor. “Dammit, Jana. That’s not a fantasy.” He’s visibly upset, but I don’t care.
“Don’t you want to play?” I mimic the words he once told me.
He looks over at me. “Go to bed.”
“I will, but first you have to fulfill my fantasy.”
He lets out a ragged breath. “I buy out businesses and sell them,” he says with absolutely no emotion.
“Like businesses that are bankrupt?” I push.
“Some are, some aren’t. If I can make money, I will.” This is so interesting to me, until he continues. “I put a lot of people out of work. I’m not someone they like to see coming.”
“So it doesn’t bother you that you are ultimately stealing people’s jobs?” I ask.
He blows out a breath and turns his hardened gaze toward me.
“Jana, listen to me carefully. I’m not a nice guy.
I don’t give a shit who I step on, who I hurt or what happens.
The only person that matters to me, is me.
This thing we have going, it’s fantasy and you are trying to make it real.
It’s not fucking real, it won’t be fucking real.
Now, get the hell out of my bedroom,” he snaps.
More hurt than I should be, I nod my head and walk out.
Once I climb into bed, I feel a tear run down my cheek and I push it away.
He’s such a fucking prick, yet I can’t help but think there is more to him.
Like he is hiding behind his asshole ways.
He sat with me and watched a movie, and he did that because I was upset.
It wasn’t to play out a fantasy, it was to comfort me.
I close my eyes and can’t get the image of his cold, hard blues out of my head.
**
The next day I don’t see Shawn at all. When I woke up, he was gone. When I got home, he was still gone. I don’t even have his damn cell phone number to check and see if he’s alright. It’s frustrating and sad that he feels the need to hide, just because I want to get to know him.
When I get home the following day, Shawn sits in the kitchen. I don’t know what to say, so I just go into my room to change out of my scrubs. As I pull my top off, my door pushes open.
“What?” I ask, not bothering to turn around.
“We have plans tonight,” he says.
I spin around in just my bra and scrub bottoms and raise a brow. “I’m sorry are you asking me or telling me?”
“I don’t ask for anything, Jana, you should know this. We are going out to dinner and after we are going to come back here and fulfil a fantasy.” He goes to walk out, but stops in the doorway. “It’s an expensive restaurant, so wear a dress,” he says, closing the door behind him.
It’s fucked up, I know it is, but I can’t help but be turned on when he is so demanding. I go through the clothes I brought with me and I realize I have nothing nice to wear. I decide that I need to visit my mom’s closet, I’m sure she has something that will look good on me.
Shawn opens his door, as I open mine. He doesn’t say anything, just lets his eyes run all over my tits. “I need to borrow a dress from my mom,” I say.
“I guess formal wear wasn’t necessary for your vacation, huh?” he jokes, with a small grin.
“For someone who says he finds little humor in things, you always seem to,” I say with a smile and walk away.
After finding the perfect dress, I go back into my room and get ready.
Taking extra time to do my hair and makeup.
I pull out my black lace bra and panties, sliding them on, before stepping into the red, silk dress I borrowed.
It clings to my body, showing off all my curves.
Grabbing my black heels, I walk out into the living room.
Shawn turns when he hears me coming and a slow grin spreads on his face.
He releases a deep, gravelly growl as I draw near.
I can feel his eyes roaming all over my body, landing on my tits that are showing a good amount of cleavage.
He looks sexy as fuck in his expensive suit, with one hand in his pocket.
He uses the other hand to push through his soft, brown hair. “You look stunning, Jana,” he says, locking his eyes with mine. It’s an intimate moment, which I’ve noticed he lets happen every so often.
Smiling, I sit down on the couch. “So do you.” I drop my heels on the couch and cross my legs, as I get ready to slide them on.
“Let me help you,” he says, dropping to his knees in front of me.
Slowly he pushes the dress up my legs, letting his hands glide across my skin.
Grabbing one of my shoes, he pushes it onto my foot and motions for the next.
Repeating his actions, he gets my other shoe on.
He doesn’t get up though, his hands travel up the rest of the way, resting on my bare thighs.
“This almost makes me want to skip dinner and take you straight to my bed.”
The more he touches me, the more turned on I’m getting. “I’m not that hungry,” I breathe out.
Bending forward, he places soft kisses on the inside of my thighs, causing my legs to open wider.
“Funny, I’m starving,” he says, in his deep, sexy voice.
He continues kissing my thighs until he reaches my panties.
I can feel them getting wet and I’m silently begging for his mouth to make contact.
Lifting his eyes, he meets mine. “This pussy needs attention.” Sitting back, he pulls my dress down, and grins. “After dinner.”
My eyes close as sexual frustration grabs ahold of me. “I hate when you tease me like this,” I say.
Helping me stand, he pulls me against him, resting his hands on my ass. “Sweetheart, this is part of the fun and it’s only the beginning.”
**
We’ve been at dinner for almost three hours.
I’d never heard of this restaurant before now, but he’s right it’s expensive.
This will probably be the one and only time I’m here, so I’ve been enjoying everything about it.
From the expensive linens to the crystal glasses, it’s beautiful. And the food, my God is amazing.
Shawn and I have been having a great time.
He’s been relaxed and can’t seem to keep his hands off me.
Which is a bit strange, considering he doesn’t like to touch me when anyone is looking.
He’s even kissed me briefly, causing butterflies to takeover my stomach.
We’ve talked quite a bit tonight, as long as I don’t get too personal with him.
He keeps the chatter to superficial things, and I try to act like it doesn’t bother me.
Because, this is all about fantasies and I need to keep remembering that.
With his arm around me, he gently lets his fingers run across my shoulder. “How’s the wine?” he asks.
“It’s delicious, thank you,” I say, smiling.
“I’ll get a bottle to bring home,” he replies.
“No, you’re already spending too much, you don’t need to do that.”
He chuckles and kisses below my ear. “I know I don’t need to do it, Jana, I want to do it for you.”
Turning my head, I study his face. “You know, to anyone looking at us, they’d think we were a couple and that this is a date.”
Moving his other hand under the table, he pushes it under my dress. Letting it drag slowly up my leg until he cups my pussy. He never breaks eye contact and he’s breathing just as heavy as I am. “You like that idea don’t you, Jana. You want everyone to think we’re a couple,” he whispers.
“Yes,” I moan out, pushing my needy pussy against his hand.
Removing his hand, he rests it on top of mine on the table. “This is the first time I’ve taken a woman out to dinner, Jana.”
Shock takes over my turned on body as my eyes widen. “You’ve never taken a woman out to dinner before?”
“No,” he whispers, turning his gaze away from me.
“So why me?” I ask, the need to know is now overwhelming.
“You deserve it.”
“This isn’t part of your fantasy?” I know I’m pushing it, but I need to know.
His hand on my shoulder, lazily draws circles as I wait for a response. “No, sweetheart. This is just for you.”
My heart pounds in my chest and my stomach twists and turns. He doesn’t just want me for his game of fantasies, he actually wants me. Which suddenly makes the feelings I’ve been pushing down, flood over me.
“It’s been the most amazing date I’ve ever been on, Shawn. Thank you,” I risk saying.
He doesn’t say anything, just gives a nod of his head. I want to push, I want to ask why he’s like this. What happened to him. I don’t though, I just enjoy this moment that could end at any time.
After a few minutes, he turns his head toward me. “Would you like anything else or are you ready to get out of here?”
Smiling, I kiss his cheek. “Let’s get out of here.”
Flagging down the waitress, he orders a bottle of wine to take with us and pays the bill. He wouldn’t even let me see it, so I can only imagine how much it was. Holding my hand, we leave the restaurant and climb into his black Mercedes. This car is just about as sexy as he is.
It’s been a silent ride, so I rest my hand on his thigh and smirk when he hisses. “I don’t know how to thank you for tonight, it was amazing.”
He reaches his hand over, pulling up my dress, while focusing on the road.
Rubbing his fingers lightly over my panties, I bite my lip to keep from moaning out, as my eyes start to flutter closed.
“I know how you can thank me.” Sliding his hand inside my panties, he rubs my wet pussy.
“Mmm, so fucking hot. You’ve been wet all night haven’t you, Jana. ”
“Yes,” I say, dropping my head back on the leather seat.
“You can’t wait to get this dress off, spread these silky legs and have this insatiable pussy taken care of, right?” he seductively asks.
“Fuck no,” I say, pushing my hips forward.
“Such an impatient girl.” If he only knew. I’m so fucking turned on I’d let him fuck me on the side of the road.
No other words are spoken and he continues to rub my pussy, but not enough to make me come. Just enough to have my entire body shaking with need.
He pulls into the driveway and puts the car in park, before casting his gaze on me. “So fucking perfect,” he says, before removing his hand.
I have no idea if he’s talking about my pussy, me, or this evening, but right now I don’t care. I just need him to finish what he’s started.
Once we walk into the house, he pushes me against the wall and slams his mouth to mine. Fucking me with his tongue, as his hands rub along the silk of my dress. I sink my fingers into his thick hair, loving his taste.
All too quickly he pulls away and sinks his fingers into my hair, searching my eyes. “This is my fantasy, Jana, remember that.”
I’m so damn turned on, I don’t care what the hell is going to happen as long as it ends with me getting some fucking relief. “Okay,” I whisper.
His lips slightly curve up and he backs away from me grabbing ahold of my hand. We get to his bedroom and my body is burning with the need to have his hands on me. Pushing open the door, he walks in with me slightly behind him.
“Well, look who finally decided to come home,” a woman purrs.
My eyes bounce to her and slightly widen. She’s absolutely stunning, long blonde hair and an amazing body that is clearly visible since she is kneeling on the bed in only a light blue bra and panties.
Shawn lets go of my hand and walks over to the bed pulling her against him, before slamming his mouth on hers.
Jealousy I didn’t even know existed, bubbles up inside me.
She pushes his jacket off and grabs ahold of his tie, while his hands wander around to grab ahold of her ass.
Every part of me wants to turn away, close my eyes, or run out of the room, but I’m rooted in place.
I can’t tear my eyes away, even though I feel like I might get sick from being so jealous.
Breaking the kiss, Shawn backs away from her until she drops the tie. He turns his head toward me and grins. “Jana, this is Erica.”
I’m not sure what the hell he wants me to say or do, so I just nod my head as my eye bounce back and forth between the both of them.
“Jana, I promise I won’t bite you, unless that’s something you like,” Erica says, in the most seductive voice I’ve ever heard.
Shawn moves to me and pulls me to him, kissing me like he just kissed her. He slowly backs me up toward the bed, as he explores my mouth. When I feel my legs hit the bed, he breaks the kiss. Moving my hair off my neck, he kisses below my ear, causing me to drop my head to the side.
“Relax, Jana. This is going to be fucking amazing and you’re going to love how it feels,” he breathes in my ear.
Taking a deep breath, I open my eyes and collide with his. “Okay,” I whisper.