ridiculous amount of work to do in order to finish this project by deadline, and being out for this long has put me way behind schedule.”
“You think that you are ready?” he asked, concern in his eyes.
“I think that with you by my side, watching out for me,” she continued, coming around the counter and kissing him gently, “I am ready for pretty much anything.”
Chapter Seven
No.
No. No. No.
He had taken her from him, stolen her away just when they were finally together at last. Jake sat, the heat of the sun turning the car into an oven, making sweat break out on his skin as he watched his brother open the car door for her and kiss her before she slid inside.
That fucker. He had said that he didn't want her, that he wasn't going to take her away. Liar. Jake knew, the minute that he had found Rick in his damned room, that was what he was after. He had seen her on the television, right when Jake had, and must have started dreaming at exactly the same moment that he would have her for his own. He had probably gone into his room hundreds of times, without Jake even suspecting anything, just to gaze upon her beautiful, kind, loving face. Probably jacked off to her pictures, the filthy pig. Probably thought of her as a whore, another bimbo that he could fuck whenever he wanted to. He didn't know, he didn't see how wonderful she was. He didn't know that she was the only one that could see life for what it really was, pain. Beautiful pain, that's how she had put it. She understood.
As his brother pulled out into the street, Jake clenched his fists, digging his fingernails into the flesh of his palm, breaking the skin. Blood welled up there, trickling warmly down to his wrists, staining the cuffs of his white shirt. Fucker, he thought, taking her. She doesn't want to be with you, my brother, she wants to be with me. I deserve to be with her. I have loved her since the beginning of time, and there will be no other who will have her.
Chapter Eight
“I don't care what you have to do,” Alex said into the phone as she paced around her spacious office, “just get the proofs to me in an hour. We are way behind schedule on this, and we need to get things rolling.” Hanging up the phone, she tossed it onto her desk. Sighing heavily, she flopped into the chair behind her desk, thrusting her fingers deep into her hair, frustration and stress clear on her face.
Rick sat in an armchair in her office, a magazine open on his lap. “Is there anything that I can do to help?” he asked, standing and crossing the room toward her.
“Unless you know anything about photo editing,” she said, smiling weakly at him. “Unfortunately, I don't think so.”
“Um,” he said, “sorry. Not my expertise.”
She blew out a breath. “Thanks for the offer,” she said. “I think that you'll just have to hang out. I have so much to do, I'm going to be here for the next week going over this stuff. I just feel bad that you are going to be here with nothing to do.”
“I'm here to keep you safe,” he said, leaning over to plant a soft kiss on her lips.
“Do you think,” she said, hesitantly, “that you could get us some lunch?”
“Um,” he said, looking around the office.
“I promise that I won't move a muscle,” she said, smiling up at him. “And there are going to be people in and out of here all day. I just didn't have a chance to eat this morning, and it looks like I'm going to be glued to my desk all day. I could seriously go for a pizza or something.”
Rick's
“You think that you are ready?” he asked, concern in his eyes.
“I think that with you by my side, watching out for me,” she continued, coming around the counter and kissing him gently, “I am ready for pretty much anything.”
Chapter Seven
No.
No. No. No.
He had taken her from him, stolen her away just when they were finally together at last. Jake sat, the heat of the sun turning the car into an oven, making sweat break out on his skin as he watched his brother open the car door for her and kiss her before she slid inside.
That fucker. He had said that he didn't want her, that he wasn't going to take her away. Liar. Jake knew, the minute that he had found Rick in his damned room, that was what he was after. He had seen her on the television, right when Jake had, and must have started dreaming at exactly the same moment that he would have her for his own. He had probably gone into his room hundreds of times, without Jake even suspecting anything, just to gaze upon her beautiful, kind, loving face. Probably jacked off to her pictures, the filthy pig. Probably thought of her as a whore, another bimbo that he could fuck whenever he wanted to. He didn't know, he didn't see how wonderful she was. He didn't know that she was the only one that could see life for what it really was, pain. Beautiful pain, that's how she had put it. She understood.
As his brother pulled out into the street, Jake clenched his fists, digging his fingernails into the flesh of his palm, breaking the skin. Blood welled up there, trickling warmly down to his wrists, staining the cuffs of his white shirt. Fucker, he thought, taking her. She doesn't want to be with you, my brother, she wants to be with me. I deserve to be with her. I have loved her since the beginning of time, and there will be no other who will have her.
Chapter Eight
“I don't care what you have to do,” Alex said into the phone as she paced around her spacious office, “just get the proofs to me in an hour. We are way behind schedule on this, and we need to get things rolling.” Hanging up the phone, she tossed it onto her desk. Sighing heavily, she flopped into the chair behind her desk, thrusting her fingers deep into her hair, frustration and stress clear on her face.
Rick sat in an armchair in her office, a magazine open on his lap. “Is there anything that I can do to help?” he asked, standing and crossing the room toward her.
“Unless you know anything about photo editing,” she said, smiling weakly at him. “Unfortunately, I don't think so.”
“Um,” he said, “sorry. Not my expertise.”
She blew out a breath. “Thanks for the offer,” she said. “I think that you'll just have to hang out. I have so much to do, I'm going to be here for the next week going over this stuff. I just feel bad that you are going to be here with nothing to do.”
“I'm here to keep you safe,” he said, leaning over to plant a soft kiss on her lips.
“Do you think,” she said, hesitantly, “that you could get us some lunch?”
“Um,” he said, looking around the office.
“I promise that I won't move a muscle,” she said, smiling up at him. “And there are going to be people in and out of here all day. I just didn't have a chance to eat this morning, and it looks like I'm going to be glued to my desk all day. I could seriously go for a pizza or something.”
Rick's
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