Roughly an hour later, Jack woke up with a start. His head was pounding because memories of what had happened started to dawn on him. He turned around hoping to find himself in that hotel with Mario, but there was a naked woman lying in there beside him, her brown eyes shut tightly in sleep. Then, he remembered that he had come here to talk, but had not even talked about anything. "Fuck you," He teased the sleeping woman, trying hard to take his mind and eyes off her to no avail. As Jack laid across her bed in the dimly lit room, he couldn't help but gaze at Belle. By now, he had totally forgotten that there had been an intruder...who threatened to hit her, fuck her, and maybe kill her. But here she was, in his arms, safe and soundly asleep. He had protected her, somehow. For the first time in his life, Jack felt like a man. He shut his eyes and relished the sight before him. The soft glow of the bed lamp illuminated her delicate features, highlighting the curve of her cheekbones and
Once they arrived there, they stood at the edge of the pool, watching the shimmering water in the dark night. The cold night air sent chills shivers down their spines, but it was a good kind of feeling. "I wonder what you meant when you said it's too hot you can't wear clothes." He muttered, "It's literally close to freezing." She giggled and arched her back unintentionally, "I was talking about me. I'm too hot to wear clothes." "Damn...Fiesty! I like it." He mumbled. Jack held her waist and rested his jaw on her shoulder, waiting for the opportunity to start the dreaded conversation. In that moment, he let his mind dwell on the death of Bianca, and the perpetrator of such evil. Then, he started to wonder why that same man would be his stalker. What was he stalking him for? Was it because he wanted to get to Bianca through him? "It's sad," He muttered out loud, his breath hot on her shoulders. "Life sucks." Belle turned her head to him, and without warning kissed the nape of his neck,
There was nothing else he could do but stay the night. The stranger, or her cousin, whoever the hell he was, could attack her again for sure if he left. "I will stay for as long as you want, I promise." He said, feeling her butt rub on his cock. The water was doing things to him, but more importantly, it was the woman in the water with him. "Thank you, that's all I needed to hear." She muttered back, resting the small of her back against his hard chest, "Now I feel safe." He wondered why she didn't want to talk, especially after she promised to, but he chose to respect her decision. Sometimes he felt like that too, so it was understandable. Besides, he too, needed some time to figure out finding a way through everything that had happened to him in the past week. "So, what should we do, Belle?" He asked, resting his warm mouth on her shoulders and nibbling all the way to her earlobes. "Should we play a little game?" He sucked on her ears for a while until he could hear her moan against
Her kitchen was a small but modern one. Everything-the cutleries, pots and shelves were arranged neatly and in an admirable order. "You've got a nice kitchen," He commented, his eyes darting around for a suitable spot for bending her over. "Fuck! It's so serene and neat I feel like we shouldn't-" He stared at her blank expression and understood it at once. "Okay, fine. I will do it." She shook her head from side to side, and tugged at his shorts, "Come here, daddy. I want you to bless the walls with your cum." She dragged him towards the extreme of the kitchen, and knelt before him. "I'm about to have a delicious meal." She mouthed, putting a finger over his hardness. Jack gritted his teeth as if to say 'just do it already.' "Stop teasing me now, Belle." He said out loud. "I can't-" The windows were open in such a way that the people in the house next door could see them. Even the lights were still on, but neither of them seemed to care. She let her hands fondle his entrance for a bit
Jack kissed the nape of her neck as he tucked her into bed, like he would his younger siblings many years back. "Have a nice sleep, sleeping beauty." He whispered, watching her smile back at him. With her eyes still shut, she grabbed his left thigh all of a sudden. The action was so spontaneous that he flinched. Sometimes, she was a challenge like that. "Don't go anywhere, Jack. Just lay down with me, okay?" She whispered, like a little whiny bitch, or a clingy white angel, whatever worked. Jack simply nodded, and tried to pull her fingers off his thigh because her fingers were digging deep into his flesh. "I'm not going anywhere, Belle." He whispered back, and she immediately retracted her fingers. It was like a fairytale, or something straight out of a fantasy romance novel-the way he touched her and spoke to her, and every bit of reaction she gave back. "I hope this beautiful thing we have going on will last. I know it's too soon to say that, but yeah, I got it off my chest." Jack
Jack watched her drift back to sleep before he got up. He was going to lazily look around the house, and also make sure the intruder was gone. Once he was sure she was deeply asleep, he closed the windows properly and proceeded to walk out of the room. But he did not open the door. "I will be right back, love." He whispered, kissing her cheek briefly. This time, she did not stir Jack sat at the desk in the corner instead, and let his eyes adjust to the dim lighting in the room. The room still reeked of sex, and something else- a strong smell of blood that he had not noticed until now. Could it be from the spot she bled from when the intruder attacked her? He stared at the sleeping woman on the bed, and he noticed the spot was dried up already. She did say she was a vampire. "I'm a little spooked." He said to himself, but laughed it off. It was half past 12 in the midnight, and his stomach rumbled aggressively. That must have been what kept him up. Either that, or his mind. He increase
A stack of old clothes were kept in there, and Jack sneezed twice in only a minute of being in there. "Who is there?" He muttered, switching on the lights. He sniffed around carefully, but there was no one in sight. Just pure silence. He stumbled upon a red hood lying on the laundry basket. It was lying on top of several other old-looking clothes. He bent down to pick it up because it looked eerily familiar. His eyes widened as he examined it closely, noticing a tear on the left side and a trace of blood on the edge. "I have seen this somewhere." He thought. "His mind spun with questions as he tried to recollect where he had seen that red hood. Suddenly, he heard a rustling sound, and his heart leaped into his throat as he realized that Belle was awake and had entered the laundry room. He quickly turned around, hiding it behind him, but he couldn't shake off the feeling of suspicion that clouded his mind. "Oh Belle, you are up?" He smiled, moving an inch closer to her, still with his
Jack's heart skipped a beat as Belle walked through the door. He had been waiting for what felt like an eternity, and now she was finally here. He tried to hide the unease in his voice as he greeted her. "Hey, where have you been?" he asked, trying to sound nonchalant. "Out for a walk." She responded, but there was a shopping bag in her hands. "Sleep well?" She asked, deliberately avoiding his gaze, "I didn't think you would be up by now." "What do you mean?" Jack tried to reach for her, but she flinched. "I mean...you slept late, so I thought you'd be asleep for much longer. Hope you are feeling better?" She said, pulling out some bottles of spray from her shopping bag. She still hasn't looked at him by now. Jack pinched the space between his eyebrows and swallowed. "Can you at least look at me, Belle? I feel like I offended you last night." She lifted her gaze to meet his, immediately his words tumbled out of his mouth, "Offend me? What could you possibly do to offend me, babe?" She