Chapter 36: 36. Jasper

"Come back with me." He said, his hand rubbing my naked side, his face was still serene from the after bliss.

"I will, just not today and we still need to talk."

"Why?"

"Jasper, just because I dicked you doesn't mean I'm ready to go back to your parents." He groaned and rest on his back, resting his head on his tucked arm, his biceps contracted from annoyance, while he carelessly showed me his naked glory, all muscled manly-man with sexy body hair I longed to caress.

"I'm sorry about what I said, it's just that I've been juggling work, and Tara, and you. I need you to be okay, all of my problems are..."

"Tara is not your problem, she's your baby girl and I'm your lover, I love you, I support you. You know that don't you?" I move to face him rest on my elbow and put my hand on his well-defined chest.

"I do and I'm sorry, when are you coming back to me?"

"I'll visit Tara today, drop off my cookies for her." I can't promise him more, I love him, but it felt like I'm with Elroy all over again. Issues with family, clingy parents, and all the wealth. It's bad that his mom gave me a cheque, but to consider our ridiculously new relationship status be shaken by his family, actually makes me want to laugh.

And that was how a week went by with me staying at Jacqueline's until I finally decide that I will be by his side again. We dated, he visited, I baked more cookies for Tara while she was happy with my short visits. She didn't realize that I was gone most of the time, probably think I was at work while Peggy was doing a great job at keeping her busy.

"I appreciate that you're coming this evening." He put his hand on my thigh while I take in his handsome feature in a fitted tux. "I said I'd be here," I reminded him and he nodded. We were going to his office dinner event held in a five-star hotel. Jasper mention it a couple of days ago when he visited and he wanted to show me off to his colleagues. I was still uneasy with the setting, but I knew I needed to do it if I want to try to fit in with his life. I love him, I need to give us a try.

I've attended enough dinner events as an escort to know I can carry myself and be the perfect arm candy. Tonight I need to be just that and a little bit more. He smiled, kissed my cheek as I was taking him in, our closeness and our togetherness. I miss his strong arms when they cuddled me in his bed, I miss his scent when I rest to his chest, I miss this, I miss us.

"Will you spend the night with me? I don't have work tomorrow, I thought we can go to the zoo tomorrow with Tara."

"We'll see." I entwined his fingers with mine and he move towards me and put his lips on mine. We were still entranced in our kiss when his driver knocked on his side of the passenger window telling us we'd reached our destination.

The hotel lobby was dripping with luxury just like any other five-star hotel I've been in. And it didn't take long before someone greeted him, ushered us to the venue and Jasper introduces me to everyone, my ears suddenly perked to the mention of his name.

It was the guy that I saw flirting with Jasper when I visited his office.

"Jasper, we were waiting for you. We're ready to start the announcement."

"Ah, ease up a bit. We have time. Dexter, this is my boyfriend Benjamin. Ben, this is Dexter our Junior Partner."

The said Dexter looked at me, tugged his lip, offered his hand and we shake. The awkward moment passed quickly when he laughs telling Jasper about one of his clients. The shop talk, I know the routine when the rich wanted nothing but ignore the arm candy. I felt a slight pinch on my chest, but I held my gaze on Dexter when Jasper put his hand on my back, rubbing my lower spine then drawing me closer to his side.

Dexter noticed Jasper's simple gesture, he didn't look pleased at all and somehow I know he was the man I should worry about.

Dinner went great, the event was flawless apart from Dexter who kept on ignoring me and trying to get Jasper away from me. He did manage to drag him away a couple of times, but my man kept on coming back, making sure I was okay with the situation. To which I ensure him I was fine.

I limit my alcohol intake, didn't want to be the obnoxious lover at office events who humiliate their dates. But what I didn't expect was for Dexter to come up to me when Jasper was wooing some foreign couple two tables across from ours.

"So, I know about you. I'm close with his mom, our families are friends." He smirked having fun knowing the one part of me that I was trying to hide.

"And?"

"And nothing, I'm just telling you. I know you're an escort or used to be." He shrugged smugly but continue. "You're one of those who try to be the next social climber. Jasper is a handsome filthy rich man and a great fuck. So many have come and gone. I wouldn't get my hopes up if I were you." He chuckled knowing that he had rattled me and he was gone before I can reply to his words.

A great fuck...did they fuck?

I know I shouldn't be annoyed by him, he was just playing me. But it hurts like hell when you're actually in love with the man. We've been struggling with what's going on between us and this is the kind of thing that I was afraid of. Not just the thought that he might be fucking Dexter, but the knowledge that his mom was spreading my secrets making sure that people in his circle knows about me.

My chest ached, my hands shook and I struggled to get up, but then I managed to control my breathing when forced my legs to pace myself faster and leave the venue.

The night breeze made me shudder and it didn't take long before I hail a taxi and tell him my address. "Dude, are you okay?" he asked seeing my streaked tear face and shaking hands.

"I'm...fine," I replied wiping my tears away and trying to take a deep calming breath. The man looked at me through the rearview mirror, shook his head, and nodded. He gave me the silence I needed and I tipped him generously once we reached my address. Funny how a stranger sees right through you and I still try to hide everything from the world.

Half a bottle of wine later I was crying and putting my casserole in the oven. I have been visiting the shelter several times already since I was back at Jacqueline's. People love my food, they like my Tara cookies. I should be opening a homeless kitchen by the rate my heart keeps on breaking lately.

I was taking out the last batch of my casserole when Jasper called, telling me he was at the door.

"Why?" he asked the second he enter the apartment and I know exactly where the conversation is going.

"Dexter, he knows about me from your mom, family friend, and all that shit."

"Fuck!" Jasper cursed, clearly he was annoyed.

I was a bit tipsy when he asked me about what's been lingering on my mind, he knows me too damn well. "Are you fucking him, Dexter I mean?" I blurted out.

"What? Fuck, no!" he was furious, grab my waist a bit too harshly and push me against the kitchen wall.

"I believe you," I calmly said while finishing my glass of wine then putting it aside. I did believe him, and I was suddenly horny from our closeness that I decided to forget about what happened and take his hand, leading him to my bedroom.

"I want you to fuck me, hard, rough, make me forget my name." I put my lips on him, licked his throat while my hands were busy stripping him off. "I want to be sore, to still feel you tomorrow, see your marks on my body when you're gone." I shuddered when he grabs my body and pushes me to the middle of the bed. His eyes were full lust when he took my tie and bound my wrist above my head.

"I fucking love you, Benjamin. I've never loved someone this much that it hurts when I saw you leave without even saying goodbye." He flipped me to face the bed and I cried out his name when the first slap hits my ass cheek, then I moan louder when he smacked the other side. There was nothing kinky about his slaps, it hurt, it stings to the point that my tear rolled and my heart ached the second I feel him kissing my pain away.

He prepped me and thrust hard from behind, holding me by my waist, making me kneel on all fours while I was still struggling with my bound wrists. My name fell out of his lips, he groan, moan, and fuck me hard. He was bare and I want him all.

He flipped me back to face him, parted my legs wider, push his tongue inside my mouth then suddenly pull away. "You're fucking mine." He growled possessively and I whimpered under him, feeling the pressure of his hand on my bound wrists above my head. His body weight was crushing me and I was loving it, his other hand grabbed my rib and I was crumbling under him. I kept on stitching my heart after every tear he causes and when he said that he loves me and I was his, my stupid mind fall harder for him.

I needed the hurt, I needed him to take away the hurt I was feeling earlier. People may still think that I'm a slut, but I was his. He wanted me, he loves me, I just need to feel his love. I needed to feel him badly.

We climaxed seconds apart, his body was heavy on top of mine and I was loving it, I was sore, flustered, and crushed with his cum still inside me. I felt like a slut, his dirty slut and I was okay with that. He loves me, and that's all I need.

For now.