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andthest0ryg0es · 6 years ago

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This Isn’t Happening - Chapter 14

My sincere apologies for the LONG wait between chapters. Real Life and writing with @ohh-la-la-leto sidetrack me a lot. :) There’s only a few chapters left of this story and I’m hoping to post them all over the next couple months. THANK YOU, dear readers, for sticking with me and continuing to like and share my writing. It means more than you know. <3

Two weeks ago Jared had gone hiking with a few female friends and snap chatted the whole day. Twitter had delighted in trying to figure out which of them may have been the one dressed as Robin at the party. Jen was both relieved that the identity of Robin was still a secret and annoyed that people assumed he must be fucking every female friend he has. Jared was posting pretty regularly on social media while they were apart, and it was nice to sort of relax into talking with her friends about the upcoming album and tour. She avoided the girlfriend subject entirely and no one minded or seemed to take particular notice.

She knew Jared was trolling her twitter account and she briefly thought about making it private and telling him to fuck off but she figured he’d probably already seen the worst of it and she may as well own her enthusiastic echelon status. If there was one thing Jared and Mars had taught her, it was to be herself. She knew he was viewing her account because he would sometimes text her with answers to questions or comments about the band that she was RTing like any echelon would. When will the new album be out? “Soon. :)” Where’s Shannon, we miss him. “I tried to talk Shannon into getting snapchat, he said it was stupid. :( Maybe I can convince him to start posting coffee facts again at least...” I wonder what tattoo Jared is going to get for the new era. “I have that planned already, actually. You want to be there when I get it done? Take some pics for me?” She’d nearly fallen out of her chair for that one. Watching Jared Leto get a tattoo might just be the limit of what her fangirl heart could take.

No one had posted or discussed the Halloween pics in awhile and Jared and friend’s snaps and Instagram stories from Thanksgiving, with no Robin in sight, seemed to convince the echelon it was a one night sort of thing. That narrative pissed her off more than the “which fabulous female friend is he fucking” one because it was quickly becoming tiring that everyone online thought they “knew him” and had an opinion on his life. And yes, Jen was well aware of how hypocritical that sounded given her twitter history but circumstances change and she’d definitely learned a thing or two about Jared, and even Shannon and Tomo, that the internet had gotten just so wrong.

Between secret projects and many late nights working to finish up the album by their deadline, Jared was just as busy as she was during their month apart. Inconveniently, his schedule was usually very opposite to hers as well. This resulted in a lot of sleepy late night or early morning phone calls where one or both of them were too tired to do much more than small talk. Jared made up for it in other ways though. Teacher appreciation week at her school was a bigger hit than ever when an “anonymous donor” sent a different food truck each day to feed all the staff. She came home each Friday night to a beautiful bouquet of flowers at her doorstep. And two weeks in when she’d complained that the t-shirt she stole from him didn’t smell like him anymore she received a package that night containing a t-shirt in a sealed ziplock bag with a sticky note attached that just said “xo.”

Throughout the month apart it seemed her nervousness for their planned time together evolved a different reasoning every week. The first week she obsessed over whether or not planning to spend a month for all intents and purposes living with a famous, rich boyfriend she’d only been with for three months was an entirely sensible idea or really just made her a slut and a gold-digger. Jared assured her on multiple occasions that she was clearly neither of those things. Week two and three she worried about being outed as Jared’s girlfriend and what that meant for her privacy and online social life. Jared suggested making her twitter and other accounts private before December was probably not the worst idea. She tried not to go CSI: Echelon on him when she pointed out he wouldn’t be able to see her tweets anymore then and he said that it wouldn’t be a problem.

Now she was down to simply being terrified about meeting Constance. She couldn’t recall having met a boyfriend’s parents anytime since high school. And Constance was an absolute icon, someone the echelon really looked up to. She didn’t talk to Jared about this particular fear much because the one time she brought it up all he did was gush about how awesome his mom was for half an hour and yes, Jared, she already knows that. That’s what all the nerves are about! So instead she circled back to asking him if he was sure about her invading his space for a full month and complaining that the sticky note path Shannon had helped her make so she wouldn't get lost had been removed in her absence. Jared was more than reassuring that it would be fun, he would make sure she didn’t get lost and yes, a month long “date” is maybe not traditional but what about him was? By the end of their time apart she was truly excited for their next month together.

Jen managed to pack fairly lightly thanks to a few reminders and packing tips from Jared and his tour experience. A couple of Xanax before her flight balanced out by a Starbucks, and omg was she looking forward to an unlimited supply of Black Fuel for the next month, and she was on her way.

“Sweetheart!” Jared called out to her as she ran to him from the car in his driveway. Jen threw herself into his arms, wrapped her arms around his neck and refused to let go, even as he walked out to pick up her bags and tip the driver for delivering her safely to him.

“I missed you,” she mumbled into his neck as he maneuvered them inside the house.

“I can tell,” he smirked, prying her arms off of him and kissing her. “You sure you’re ready for a whole month of the craziness around here?”

“I’m very much looking forward to it. Besides, I can just hide in your room whenever I want, right?” she asked.

“Okay, so don’t take this the wrong way...” Jared said as he guided her down the hallway with his hand on her back and Jen tensed. He ran his hand up and down her back soothingly as he opened the door to one of the first rooms off the end of the hall, before it splits into the labyrinth of passageways that leads to the back of the house. “You have a tendency to get lost in the back of the house and I thought since you’re going to be here for awhile you might want your own space where you can actually find it.”

The room was beautiful, definitely bigger than his, with a king size bed and lots of pretty blue accents all around the room, her favorite color. She could see what she guessed were Shayla’s touches in the room, from the makeup vanity to the cute flower curtains. Jen was pretty sure she remembered it being an office last time she was here, so she knew he put a lot of thought into this, even if it was one of the assistants who put it together for her. She spun on her heels and attacked him with a big kiss. “I love it, thank you.”

Jared let out a breath neither of them realized he was holding. “You are welcome to come hide in my room anytime you want, sweetheart. I don’t want you to think I’m banishing you to the other side of the house,” he insisted, wrapping his arms around her and dropping kisses along her neck.

“Hey, I’d have been happy with a little closet space and a drawer for the month but you gave me a whole room. I know you were sick of tripping over my suitcase and all my stuff in your room when I was here for just a week so this is much more practical. Thank you, really,” she said, kissing him again. The look of relief on his face intrigued her. “Were you nervous about this? That’s adorable,” she commented, patting his cheek.

Jared blushed. “Stevie and Shannon were taking bets on how fast you’d run out the door. They said I was going too ‘Christian Grey’ on you, whatever that means.”

Jen laughed but blushed and hid her face in his chest. “Really, Jared? Does everyone know I submit to you in the bedroom?” she asked shyly.

“Um... They know my proclivities and they know you’re dating me. I think most people just put 2 and 2 together, sweetheart,” he explained, hugging her reassuringly. “You want some time to unpack or would you like to come join us in the studio? We’ve got a couple more hours probably.”

“Oh, I’m definitely coming to the studio. Come on,” Jen answered excitedly, dropping her things at the foot of the bed and grabbing Jared’s hand to pull him out of the room. Of course, she barely made it down the hall before she quietly let Jared take the lead because she was lost again. Jared smiled knowingly and pulled her along behind him into the lab.

“Guys, Jen, Jen, guys,” Jared said by way of introductions, pointing to a couch off to the side where she could sit. “Who changed this configuration? I was gone five minutes!” Jared asked, instantly absorbed in his work again. Jen pulled her legs up on the couch and rested her chin on her knee, settling in to watch him work.

She wasn’t sure how long passed before she was startled by the couch jumping as a body crashed down onto it next to her and she suddenly found herself wrapped in Shannon’s bear hug. “If you keep staring at him like that I swear I’m gonna puke,” he teased.

“Shut up.” Jen covered her now red face with her hands. “I can’t help it. He’s mesmerizing when he’s in work mode. And honestly, what echelon wouldn't watch him given the chance?”

“I’ve seen echelon watch him work, they don’t make the same heart eyes you do. I can practically see the little hearts floating around your head,” Shannon said quietly, making sure his brother couldn’t overhear.

“Shannon, stop, please. I can’t even... I’m in so far over my head with him. Its been four months and we’ve seen each other like six times in that time. No one is using the ‘L’ word anytime soon so you can keep all that heart talk to yourself, thank you,” she admonished him.

“That’s fine. I just want to make sure you know that you’re different,” Shannon said.

“I know. He makes sure I know it, too,” she replied sweetly.

“Shannon, stop harassing my girlfriend and get back to work,” Jared warned, grabbing Shannon by the collar and playfully pulling him away from her. “You need anything?” Jared asked, checking the time on his phone. “We should be ready to break for dinner soon.”

The word soon made her smile involuntarily as she shook her head. “I’m good.” Jared leaned down and placed a lingering kiss on her lips before returning to work. Jared pushed maybe a little longer than he should have at getting whatever sound it is he’s trying to capture. Everyone was increasingly frustrated and tired by the time Shannon finally approached Jared and whispered something in his ear that made him look over at Jen. She was still in the same spot on the couch, head propped up on her arms which are wrapped around her knees, but her gaze had gone glassy and she wasn’t paying as much attention as she was before.

“Okay guys, lets call it a night,” Jared announced and everyone rushed to shut down the studio and get out of there. Jen was so zoned out that she didn’t even register what was happening until Jamie and Stevie went rushing past her on their way out the door. Only Jared and Shannon remained in the room with her now. “You still with us, sweetheart?” Jared teased as he finished turning off the last of his equipment.

Jen blinked her daze away and sat up, stretching. “Shannon, are you staying for dinner?” she asked, ignoring Jared’s smart remark. Shannon put out his hands for hers and pulled her to standing and then wrapped his arms around her middle, picking her up in a big bear hug that cracked her back satisfyingly. When he set her down she gave him a smaller hug in return.

“You two haven’t had a night together in what, a month? I think if I stayed for dinner tonight Jared might just kill me and carry on with the band without me,” he said with a wink. “Have fun you two,” he called over his shoulder as he exited the studio, flicking the light switch off on his way out, leaving Jared and Jen alone in the dark.

Jen didn’t move, letting her eyes adjust to what little light was streaming into the studio windows from the moon. Jared easily made his way over to her due to his familiarity with the space and wrapped his arms around her. “You hungry?”

“Starving, but I didn’t want to interrupt and I’m not certain I’d have found my way back to my room alone,” she admitted sheepishly.

Jared pulled away for a moment and she heard him rummaging through a drawer before he was suddenly by her side again. He took her hand and as he led her through the halls he stopped at each corner and drew a small arrow with a black sharpie, indicating which way she should go to find her way back. “This is slightly more permanent than sticky notes,” he commented.

“You’re ruining your walls. For me?” she asked while she beamed at him.

“For you. You should be able to find your way to food at least. It’s only three turns. I’ve never met someone with such a bad sense of direction before,” he teased her.

“This place is insane. I’m sure I’ll figure it out given time,” she said as they entered the kitchen. Jared led her to a stool at the counter and pulled it out for her, guiding her to sit and placing a kiss on her temple before he turned to the fridge. He started pulling out ingredients and setting them out on the counter while she leaned over, trying to see what he was doing. “Whatcha got there?”

“Tonight’s menu is homemade guacamole and tortillas with grilled peppers,” he informed her as he set to work cooking. Jen sat back in awe. Jared looked up at her and chuckled. “Yes, there are a few things I can cook,” he said mockingly.

“I didn’t say anything,” she defended angelically. They kept up small talk long enough to get through most of their meal before the tension finally got to her.

“You know, I’m very impressed with the restraint we’ve shown today. I think we proved that we can be adult about our relationship and not just hump each other like bunnies every time we see each other.”

“Well, I have a work deadline and I told you I’d have to be in the studio a lot, that’s why you’re staying for so long,” Jared began defensively but she cut him off by placing her fingers on his lips.

“Jared... fuck me,” she said bluntly.

“Oh, right, yeah,” Jared laughed, scooping her up off the stool and spinning them towards her bedroom. “Another convenient thing about this room; its so much closer to the kitchen,” he said as he opened the door and set her down in front of the bed, kissing her fiercely.

They ripped at each other’s clothing, not bothering to be gentle about stripping down as quickly as possible and molding their naked bodies against each other once more as they fell back onto the bed. Jared pushed the mound of pillows at the head of the bed aside, and reached up. Suddenly Jen found her right wrist encased in a padded leather cuff. She looked up at him in surprise.

“Yet another convenient feature of this room,” he cited with a grin. When she made no further protest he quickly secured her other wrist as well, leaving her spread bare beneath him.

Now that he had her where he wanted her, his pace slowed and she groaned. “Jared, it’s been a month since you’ve touched me. Please don’t tease,” she begged despite her suspicion it would be useless. The evil laugh she got in response confirmed her suspicion, even as he drew his hand down her body to her slick center.

“What do you want?” he asked in that voice that made her clench her thighs together despite his hand between her legs.

“Oh, god, I want to cum for you,” she pleaded, already lost to her desire.

Jared pushed two fingers into her and pumped them in and out slowly, his eyes never leaving hers. The intensity of his gaze held her in place beneath him as he worked her into a frenzy. He swiped his thumb against her clit and she keened, arching her back and closing her eyes uncontrollably, finally breaking his gaze.

“Beg,” he ordered, redoubling his efforts now with his fingers inside her and his thumb against her clit. She devolved into a gasping mess of pleases and curses before he brought his other hand up to her face, holding her chin so she was forced to look him in the eye. He slid his hand down to her neck, applying pressure lightly as he growled the order, “Cum.”

Jen screamed as her body shook with the climax she’d been denied for weeks. Jared kept working her with his fingers, letting up only a little bit in consideration of her post orgasmic sensitivity. As she tried to buck her hips away he applied more pressure to her neck, a feral grin on his face. He controlled her breathing and her body, pinning her legs open with the way he positioned himself between them, holding her at the crest of her pleasure. Seconds later he brought his mouth down to her breast and issued the command again, “Cum!” as he bit down on her left nipple, pulling it taut between his teeth.

Her body bowed beneath him and her mouth opened to scream but no sound came out for several long seconds. Just as she reached the peak and was starting to come down from her second earth shattering orgasm, Jared pulled his hands from her body and lined himself up, pushing into her to the hilt in one strong thrust. She cursed his name and pulled at the restraints, but wrapped her legs around him in invitation. He was impressed she still had the use of her limbs. Jared fucked her into the mattress unrelentingly, seeking the pleasure he knew he’d quickly find with her gorgeous body wrapped around him. He soon pulled out of her and stroked himself rapidly as he painted her body with his cum.

Jared managed to reach up and release her wrists before slumping to the bed beside her, panting. It was several minutes before either of them really moved or spoke, but Jared was gently caressing his hand along her arm the entire time, maintaining their intimacy. Eventually Jen broke the silence.

“One inconvenient feature of this room: the bathroom is across the hall,” she said, still slightly out of breath. “I can’t go running out there covered in your cum even if you tell me no-one is here. I’m too paranoid for that,” she tells him, smiling.

Jared leans up and kisses her, then points at the door in the corner of the room. “En suite bathroom,” he says. “This used to be a private office.”

“I thought that was a closet,” she said as she got out of bed and went to open the door. The bathroom wasn’t huge, but the shower was a beautiful grey tile and had a small bench and a rainfall spout. “You really thought of everything, huh?” she mused as she started the water.

“Not everything,” he admitted, rolling off the bed to join her. “If I’d remembered how much of a screamer you were I’d have soundproofed before you got here, sweetheart” he teased, pulling her in for another kiss.

The pair showered quickly, light touches and kisses enough after satisfying their craving for each other so completely minutes ago. They dried off and Jen scooped a couple pillows up off the floor and climbed back into bed, exhausted. Jared laid beside her, draping one arm across her torso. Within minutes he was squirming and adjusting in the bed, unable to find a comfortable position. He’d bought the bed for her, knowing she loved the soft mattress at the hotel in Vegas, but his sleeping preference was vastly different.

“Jared, why don’t you go sleep in your room? You really don’t have to stay,” Jen told him, kissing his jaw.

“I didn’t want to run out on you,” he said quietly, dropping kisses along her shoulder. “Are you sure?”

“I’ll be asleep in seconds. Honestly, I’m used to sleeping alone and I know you’d rather be sleeping on the floor. I don’t mind,” she assured him.

Jared stood from the bed and tucked her in, setting his hands on either side of her head and leaning in for a kiss before righting himself. “Goodnight, sweetheart.”

“Goodnight, Jared,” she sighed and closed her eyes, falling asleep almost instantly with a smile on her face.

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andthest0ryg0es · 8 years ago

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This Isn’t Happening - Chapter 11

She felt his hand wrap around her wrist, stopping her escape and pulling her back despite her momentum and attempt to shake him off.

“Jennifer, what are you doing here?” He didn’t sound angry, but he didn’t sound guilty either. She thought maybe he sounded excited to see her but quickly shook the thought from her head as the blonde in the background caught her eye again.

“I… it was... supposed to be a surprise,” she managed with great effort to gasp out the words without letting any more tears spill. “Shannon checked your schedule for me,” she sniffled and finally managed to pull her arm from his grasp. “He didn’t mention… I’m gonna go,” she insisted, turning away from him again. Jared rushed past her and stood between her and the gate.

“Stop, please,” he said, his hands up in surrender. He looked sincere in his desire that she stay, and it tore at her heart even more. How dare he use his acting abilities on her now, in this situation.

“I clearly overstepped, Jared. Please just let me go home,” she sobbed, finally unable to control her tears.

“Go inside the house, please. I’ll be in in just a minute. Please, sweetheart, give me a chance to fix this,” he pleaded with her.

“Jared? Are we going or what?” The blonde asked from over Jen’s shoulder. Beside them the car gate started to open. Jared ignored it all, his eyes never leaving Jen’s face.

“Please. Give me five minutes and I’ll drive you to the airport myself if you want. Or I’ll call you a car. Whatever you want. Please.” He looked desperate. The way Jared had rolled his eyes and huffed at the blonde’s question convinced her to give in.

“I’ll be inside,” she said quietly, turning towards the door and dragging her suitcase behind her, feeling every bit like the spitting image of Eeyore in a rainstorm. Shannon pulled in and parked next to J’s car, getting out with a worried look on his face as he took in the scene. Jared kept himself between Jen and the gate until he was certain she was far enough along the walkway to not turn back and then turned his attention back to the blonde.

“I’m sorry, I’ve got an emergency to deal with tonight. I can have my brother drive you home or I can call you a car,” Jared offered. His tone as he said “brother” made Shannon flinch.

“Seriously? Just call me a car,” the blonde huffed, obviously pissed she was being blown off.

“I got it,” Shannon stepped forward, his phone already in his hand typing in the app. “You go ahead,” he motioned Jared towards the front door where Jen had just disappeared. “I’ll come in once she’s been picked up,” Shannon assured his little brother.

Jared glared at him for a moment and then let it go with a breath. He turned for the front door and sprinted inside. Jen was sitting on the couch waiting for him.

“We never discussed exclusivity,” Jared began, his voice soft and maybe even a little hesitant. “If I had known you were coming I wouldn’t have made any plans for tonight... And I’m truly sorry I hurt you.” Jared crouched in front of her where she sat on the couch, waiting with infinite patience and calm for her to respond. His ability to do that infuriated her more than the blonde.

“It was stupid of me to think that I was the only one,” Jen began and Jared moved to interrupt but stilled as soon as she put her hand up to stop him. She’d been taking deep breaths and practicing how she was going to break up with him in her head and just wanted to get through it. She spoke into her lap, unable to make eye contact with him even as he strained to catch her eye from his position crouched before her. “You’re right. We never discussed it and I shouldn’t have assumed. But I don’t think I can continue like this now that everything is cleared up. What we do together is intensely personal for me, and I’m just not comfortable having a non-exclusive dom. I hope you can understand that.”

“I can,” Jared said calmly, reaching out and taking one of her hands, stroking along her thumb as he spoke. “I don’t want to stop seeing you,” he said matter of factly. “I made a mistake tonight and I very much hope you’ll let me correct it. I didn't realize until you were here...” his voice faltered in a way she’d never heard before and Jen finally looked up to see the tears in his eyes. “I’m sorry. If you can forgive me I’d very much like to continue our relationship,” Jared told her, wiping away his own tears and then hers.

“I don’t... You...” Jen had no idea what to say. Jared Leto was on his knees in front her, crying, and saying he wanted to be exclusive. “This isn’t happening,” she breathed out, shaking her head.

“It is. If you want it to,” Jared assured her.

“No one else,” she emphasized. “You promise there won’t be anyone else even when I’m not here?” She felt so selfish asking this of him, but its what she deserved in a dom and in a boyfriend and she knew it.

“I promise. I’m all yours, if you’ll have me.” Jared caressed her cheek and when she didn’t pull away he dared to lean forward to capture her lips with his. He kissed her slowly, wanting to memorize the feel of her lips against his for those times when she was away. The sound of Shannon clearing his throat broke them apart.

“Hi!” Shannon squeaked, waving goofily from across the room. Jen waved back. “So, J, I’m gonna go. You’re uh... she’s gone. It’s all good. And I’m just going to leave you two to your surprise date night,” he said in an apologetic tone. “Sorry about that...I made you reservations at Providence for 8 if you guys decide to go out and I planned to come over tomorrow and take Jen sightseeing while you’re at your meeting at the studio so... yeah. I’ll see you both later.” Shannon waved goodbye and turned to leave.

Jared squeezed Jen’s hand. “I’ll be right back, okay? Promise me you’re not going to change your mind and bolt.”

“Go,” Jen insisted, sitting back against the couch and trying to relax. She waited until Jared was out of sight as he walked Shannon out to reach into her purse and pull out her water bottle and a Xanax. She usually only took them when flying but right now she really needed to find her calm.

Jen could only hear the louder bits and pieces of the brother’s conversation. “Some warning... Oh, thanks bro... How was I supposed to know?... Don’t... Of course.” Jared walked back in only a minute later with a weak smile on his face.

“Would you like to go out tonight or should I order a pizza?” Jared stood in the doorway still looking fragile and skittish, as if he thought she would make a run for it any second and he’d have to stop her.

“What if someone sees us together?” She asked, suddenly in a panic. “How does that... How do we avoid that?”

Jared rushed to her side and pulled her into his arms, rubbing her back soothingly. “It doesn’t matter if someone sees us together. They’ll think what they want and print what they want and it sucks but there isn’t a hell of a lot we can do about it. I will try to keep you out of the tabloids as long as I can, for your sake. I’m sure Shannon booked the private dining room for us when he was planning this little surprise, though, so there is very little chance of us being spotted if you’d like to go out.” She melted into his arms, resting her head on his chest and matching her breathing to his. She inhaled his scent and hugged him closer, but still didn’t answer. “Let me take you out tonight. I really think you’ll like the food and the restaurant is gorgeous. Let me wine and dine you a little,” he cajoled.

“Okay, I’ll just have to go get changed,” she agreed. Jared led her through the house by her hand, grabbing her suitcase with the other as they passed by the entryway, leading her to his bedroom.

“This is your first time here, isn’t it?” Jared asked.

“You have so many girlfriends you can’t remember who’s been here?” she asked half jokingly and half bitterly. Jared sighed. “Sorry.”

“Not your fault,” Jared assured her. “I was just confirming. I can’t be sure Shannon didn’t sneak you in some other time,” Jared teased, trying to lighten the subject. “Bathroom is through there, my closet is through there,” he informed her, pointing out the two doors. She wheeled her case into the bathroom and hurriedly changed. Jared carried on the conversation as he slipped into his closet to change as well. “How long were you planning to stay?” he asked, raising his voice to be heard from the next room.

“A couple days,” she answered.

“How long can you stay?” he asked, hopefully.

“I don’t have any reason to rush home right now, why?”

“Our annual Halloween party is in three weeks and I was hoping you’d be my date,” Jared told her, peeking his head around the doorway into the bathroom where she was changing. He saw her struggling with the zipper on her dress and stepped in to help.

“I’d love to, but I can’t miss 3 weeks of work and pay rent,” she told him. “How about I fly home at the end of this week and I’ll fly back for the party?” She suggested as she touched up her makeup and hair.

“I guess that would be acceptable,” Jared pouted adorably. “I’ll have Joie set up the flights for you... You look gorgeous,” he told her, holding her in his arms as he looked her over in the mirror. She tilted her head back for a kiss and then spun out of his arms to dig her heals out of her suitcase.

“Thank you. You don’t look so bad yourself. Why’d you change?”

Jared shrugged his shoulders. “I wanted to,” he said sheepishly. Jen reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him in for a deep kiss.

“Let’s just forget about it. Come on, we’ll be late.” This time Jen took his hand and started to lead him through the house until she stopped abruptly. “This place is fucking huge and I have no idea how to get back to the front door,” she admitted. Jared laughed and happily took the lead again, guiding her out to his car.

The private room usually sat 8 or more, but they had it all to themselves this evening. Jared pulled out her chair for her and recommended a few menu options she might like. They made pleasant small talk through most of the meal, until Jen couldn’t take it anymore.

“So, who was she?” Jen asked as they ate, her curiosity finally getting the better of her. Jared nearly choked on his food.

“You really want to have this conversation here?” he asked, stunned. “We could have stayed home if you wanted to have it out with me.”

“I don’t want to fight. I just want to know, I think you owe me that much,” she told him calmly, continuing to eat and grateful for the artificial calm that Xanax from earlier was bringing her.

“She was just a friend of a friend, we run into each other occasionally. It was our first time going out, probably our last too to be honest.” Jen didn’t say anything and had become intently focused on pushing the food around her plate all of a sudden, so Jared continued. “I haven’t taken anyone else out since you and I met. I don’t know why I was stupid enough to schedule tonight. We ran into each other, she asked and I said yes.”

“You told me yesterday you’d call me tonight. When were you going to do that? From the restaurant? Or after the ‘wham, bam, thank you ma’am’?” Jen’s tone turned petulant, and she hated it, but she had to get this out of her system so they could move on. She abandoned her dinner plate, crossing her arms and staring him down.

Jared’s jaw tensed. “I would have called you from home after dinner, and I’d have been alone, thank you very much. I wasn’t planning on sleeping with her. She kissed me as we were leaving and...”

“Oh, so its all her fault, huh?” Jen huffed. She could see the angry tension in Jared’s face and his clenched fists, but she couldn’t seem to stop herself from blurting these things out and making it worse.

“No. I take full responsibility and I’m sorry,” Jared said, managing to unclench his teeth and sound truly apologetic. “I’m human and I make mistakes, sweetheart. I’m not good at this, and I didn’t even realize I wanted this until I saw you standing there. You have no idea how long its been since I last bothered to even try to have a real relationship. Ask Shan, it’s rare. Maybe give me a little credit here?”

Jen instantly regretted pushing the subject. He was right, she didn’t know. Rumors on the internet and Vyrt gossip aside, they’d never really discussed these things before. “You’re right,” she acquiesced, taking a sip of her water to help unclench her own jaw and throat. “Thank you, for being honest with me now and for giving us a shot.”

“Honestly, I haven’t stopped thinking about when I could see you again since you got on the plane in Vegas. This week was miserable not having time to call you. I missed you, sweetheart,” he admitted, holding her hand across the table.

“I missed you too,” she returned the sentiment, then upon reflection of the past week a blush creeped up her cheeks. “You have no idea how much I missed you,” she said, her voice lowering. “Not being able to talk to you and not touching for over a week was hell. I couldn’t concentrate, I’ve been a mess. You, sir, are a sadist,” she complained. Jared couldn’t help but smile at that.

“Maybe I am, but you like it,” he countered, his eyes smoldering at her from across the table as he bit his lip. “And you turned me down last night,” he reminded her.

Just like that the fire and burning desire that she’d lost in the whole mess of today was rekindled and then some. “I wanted you, here, in the flesh. I wanted to be in your arms when I finally get what I’ve waited all week for,” she told him. “Take me home now, Jared,” she insisted.

“If you insist,” he answered, winking and offering his hand to help her up from her seat.

Thank you, as always, to my fic lobster @jletolove4eva for helping me figure out where to end this chapter.

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