'I'm sorry. Who has the power?' His lips are twitching as his eyes flick from mine to my lips.
'You do.'
'Good girl,' He drowns me in his mouth, giving me exactly what I want, but all too soon he pulls away. I express my annoyance with an audible grumble, and he narrows his eyes on me. 'I'm ignoring you. Wear your new cream dress.' He gets up and leaves me to shower and prepare for dinner.
I walk into the kitchen feeling very special in my new cream dress, narrow gold belt and new cream heels. My hair is swishing across my back and my make-up is light. I skid to a halt on my heels as I get my first eyeful of Jesse. He's on his phone, listening intently and he looks mouthwatering in his navy suit and pale pink shirt. My roving eyes work their way from his tan Grenson's, up his long, lean legs, past his firm, perfectly toned chest and to his clean shaven, devastating face. He's scowling.
I frown at him and his eyes soften as he perches on a stool and pats his thigh. I wander over and rest myself on his lap while I search through my bag to find my gloss. His face goes straight into my hair on an inhale and his arm snakes around my waist pulling me closer.
'So, what can you tell me other than that?' He's speaking with little civility.
I turn and give him a questioning look as I sweep my gloss wand across my lips. He ignores my obvious curiousness and kisses me lightly on the cheek.
'It's fucking convenient that the other camera is broken.' he says shortly. 'Have you checked the footage from outside the bar?'
Oh no!
He seems to take a relaxing breath. I squeeze his thigh and he looks at me, then kisses my forehead. 'Fine, let me know what you find.' He chucks his phone on the worktop and it slides a good few feet. 'It's a fucking joke.' he mutters.
'You think it was Mikael in the footage, don't you?'
'Yes, I do.'
I don't know why I feel shocked, I knew he thought it, but the confirmation makes me more on edge. 'Do you think that Mikael drugged me?' I spit the question out.
'I don't know, Ava.' He sounds completely deflated.
'It's a bit farfetched, isn't it?'
'He hates me, Ava. He knows you're my Achilles heel. He's been waiting for this.'
I stand, turning to face him. 'Should we go to the police?' I ask. Jesse's concern is really concerning me now.
'No,' He shakes his head. 'I'm dealing with it.'
'Okay,' I say quietly. I'm not arguing with him on this.
He sighs. 'I should be walking away from you. If I could bear it, I would.'
'What?' I recoil, feeling panicked that he would even suggest such a thing.
'I've upset a lot of people, Ava.'
'Shut up!' I'm feeling angry, 'Don't say things like that.'
'Ava, the drink, the women...'
'I said, don't!' I shout. 'I don't need a reminder that there have been other women since I've met you.' I'm really mad now.
'I'm sorry. I wish I could change everything, except you. You're the only right thing in my life and I'm even making that all wrong.' His head drops.
Tear start to build in my eyes. I know he's remorseful, I know he has regrets. Damn it, I know this. I grab his chin and bring his face up to mine. 'Don't.' I grind the words out.
He sighs, running his eyes all over me. 'I don't know what I've done to deserve you.'
'You reminded me.'
He smiles mildly, then narrows his eyes on me playfully. 'I like your dress.' His hand slides up the inside of my thigh and sweeps through the seam of my knickers.
'I like my dress too.' Damn, I'm panting again. My bag tumbles to the kitchen floor and I grab the front of his suit jacket.
He slips his finger out and brings it up to my mouth, wiping the wetness straight across my freshly glossed lips. 'I'm a very lucky man.' He pulls me onto his lap and tilts me back, pushing his lips against mine on a long, lingering, sensual kiss. When he's taken what he wants, he pulls back and flashes me his smile, reserved only for me.
I return it, running my thumb across his full bottom lip. 'That colour doesn't suit you.' I drag away the soft, nude sticky gloss/cum.
'No?' He pouts, and I laugh. He stands me up before grabbing the remote control for the