Belong to You(43)

In love with me, was she crazy? “That’s the tequila talking Sienna. He is not in love with me. In lust, maybe. But we haven’t known each other long enough to be in love.”#p#分页标题#e#

Sienna took my face into her hands. “Sweetie, time has nothing to do with it. You wasted seven years with that asshole, that’s a whole lot of time. Did you ever feel for Michael what you feel for Jack?”

I thought about the question, but didn’t respond. She smiled broadly. “Right, time doesn’t mean shit.”

When we got back to the table, Jack was talking with a silver haired man with a young face and neither of them looked happy. I could see the tension on Jack’s face that wasn’t there ten minutes earlier. “All okay?” I stood next to Jack and put my hand on his shoulder. Young silver looked at my hand on Jack’s shoulder and then did an obvious slow, learing gaze up and down my body. I watched the whole thing and the look made my stomach turn. Unfortunately, Jack didn’t miss it either. Jack stood and got in young silver’s face, and quietly spoke, but I heard every word.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about. And get your fucking eyes off of her before I make it so you can’t fucking see.”

Young silver snickered, but didn’t look my way again before scurrying back to where he came from.

Sienna and I sat, but the mood had changed. “Are you okay babe?” I asked Jack tentatively.

“Yep. Sorry about that. Why don’t we get out of here.”

Mateo was waiting when we walked outside. I was glad that Jack insisted on dropping Sienna at her building since it was late. Jack was polite, but quiet, and I could tell that whatever was discussed between him and young silver was still bothering him. But I decided not to push him on the subject and instead held his hand and sat quietly the rest of the way back to the hotel.



Monday afternoon I finally went back home. I was surprised to hear Michael’s voice on my answering machine. His voice was low and full of remorse. He blabbered on about wanting to find out how I was doing and something about finding my grandmother’s necklace. I pressed delete and didn’t bother to call him back. I didn’t want to be bitter about all those years I had spent with Michael, but the way it ended had left me feeling that I lived with a man that I never really knew, a man I really didn’t like.

As I got ready for work, I found myself thinking of Jack and what he was doing. He has said that he was going to work after dropping me at my apartment, but what did going to work entail for a man that was in his business? I had come home from Jack’s on a high, feeling good about our new relationship and less than two hours later, I was questioning his intentions after just one message from Michael. It took me seven years to take off the blinders and see who Michael really was, I was afraid of making the same mistake again.





Chapter 17




The next week flew by and Jack and I were almost inseparable. I spent most of my time at his apartment, when I wasn’t working. After our first week together, he had insisted that Mateo would pick me up after work, and I knew that arguing a cab was just as safe was a losing battle. Each night Mateo was waiting outside when I walked out and he whisked me directly to Jack’s hotel. We had started to settle in a routine where Jack would get up early to exercise and I would find him working in his home office when I crawled out of bed about 11. He always seemed to finish up whatever he was working on when I came into his office, and I wasn’t sure if it was sweet or he didn’t want me to look at what he was working on.

I was excited when Jack invited me to a business dinner, there was such a big part of him that I didn’t know and I thought that perhaps seeing him at work would quell that tiny little nagging feeling in the back of my head that kept me always searching for signs of a different man than who I was hopelessly starting to fall for.#p#分页标题#e#

I dressed for the dinner in a simple cream pencil skirt, rose colored silk blouse and nude sling backs. I decided to pull my normally loose falling blonde hair back into a slick ponytail for a more demure look. I must have achieved the look I was going for, because when Jack saw me, he told me he hard the urge to fuck me hard in between the stacks at the library.



Dinner turned out to be with an older gentleman who brought a woman that me initially thought was his daughter, which turned out to be his wife. The restaurant was packed with businessmen and a few women, most of which eyed Jack as he passed. I didn’t blame them; Jack was a sight in his navy sports jacket with light tan pants and a simple striped tie. Aside from being devastatingly handsome, Jack carried himself with such confidence it exuded masculinity from him that made women swoon.