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JENNY

Standing in the room, I try to compose myself. I have been an absolute bitch tonight. I probably have already ruined things with Dane. Do I hate Eli, no. Do I hate him for how he made my friend hurt, yes. But I know he didn’t deserve that. He didn’t deserve my venom.

I went too far. I could see the truth in his smoky eyes. I can see the pain. I know he truly does care, but why then? Why does he push her away? I know that night was insane, and yes, he did push her out of the way, but I do know it was an accident. His rage was all he saw.

For me to put Dane in the middle of this was so unfair. That is like if he told me to choose him or Brook. I would never be able to let her go. I sauntered into the bathroom and fixed my smudged makeup. Thank God I brought my makeup bag with me, or I would have had to wash it all off. After I finished fixing my face, I headed downstairs.

The chef is already in the kitchen preparing the meal. I can smell the fresh garlic and Italian herbs floating in the air, the intoxicating scent making my stomach rumble in anticipation.

I headed into the dining room where Dane had some candles lit, giving a low-lighting scenery. He's wearing a black dress shirt that is unbuttoned on the top, his gold Rolex watch and a pair of expensive black slacks.

“I feel a bit undressed compared to you,” I say shyly. He just gives me a small grin, standing up and moving towards me.

“You could never be underdressed, unless you would want to.” His lips meet mine; a slow, passionate kiss takes me. My head spins from his sensual embrace. He breaks the kiss and looks deeply into my eyes, searching them. “Come sit down, dollface. I have some wine waiting for you.” I smile as we make our way to our seats. The wine, I can tell, is expensive.

I take a sip from the crystal, gold-rimmed glass and am met with a burst of dark chocolate, blackberries and a hint of dark roast. The full-flavored wine is the best I have ever had. I moan as I sip it. Dane just watches and smiles.

“I had a feeling you would like this.” He gestures to the wine bottle sitting in between us. I give him a smirk.

“Oh yeah, and why is that?” I tease back playfully.

He gives me a raised eyebrow and says, “Well, isn’t that what you and Brook drank the night you didn’t reply back to any of my texts?” I almost spit out the wine I had in my mouth. His eyes were glued on mine, amused.

“For one, I am sorry about that. And two, the wine we had was nothing compared to this beauty!” I say with heated cheeks. He just smiles in amusement. Our food was served a few moments later, and good lord was I pleased.

It was the best Italian food I had ever tasted. I swear, the chef had to have come straight from Italy. The pasta was soft, but firm at the same time. The marinara sauce tasted like it had been freshly made. Everything about the dish screamed Michelin chef status.

Dane sat quietly for most of the meal, mainly watching me stuff my face and moan after every bite. A bit of uncertainty filled his eyes. Something is off. I finished my meal, and the plates were cleared from the table. Dane was so quiet, still.

I started to become nervous. This must be about mine and Eli’s fighting. Or maybe from me almost jumping out of his moving car. Whatever it was has made him distant. I can feel him pulling away from me. I close my eyes and take a deep breath.

“What is it?” I asked as I opened my eyes back up to meet his. He sits there for a moment pondering what to say.

“I need to know why.” Is all he replies with. Why? What does that even mean?

“What do you mean?” My voice is becoming strained. He looks down at his glass and then back up to me.

“Why are you so defensive? Why do you shut me out?” I sat there stunned by his question. Is this how I truly come off to him? I mean, he has a point. I don’t get close to men. There is a reason for that. I don’t think I have ever truly believed I actually deserved love.

“I wasn’t aware I was shutting you out.”

Lie. What a lie.

He looks at me with a knowing glance. He even knows I am bullshitting.

“Jenny, look...I can’t do this if you can’t be honest with me.” The words he says jab into my heart like a knife. I know they are true, and I know he means well, but the reality that he would walk away from me cuts to the core.

“So, what, you are just going to like, end things between us, because I am not perfect and have some issues?” My tone is becoming harsher.

“You see, this is exactly what I mean, Jenny! You can’t keep your emotions at bay.” Dane stands up quickly, the chair he was sitting in falls to the floor. My anger is starting to flood every rational thought I have.

“What is your issue, Dane!” I stand and bang my fists into the table.

“You!” I stumbled back at his words. “You are my issue, Jenny! You have always been the fucking issue! Since the first time I laid my damn eyes on your perfect face, I have been screwed!” He stands there, breathing heavily.

I shake my head; tears start to sting my eyes. I never knew I was a burden on him. My stomach drops as I start to feel sick. I can feel it. My toxic tongue begging to come out to undo him. The memories of my childhood start to flash through my head like a runaway freight train.

“Ok Dane, you want to know me? Know everything about me and why I am this fucked up bitch?” I stand and glare at him, while tears start to soak my face, causing my mascara to burn my eyes. “I was a little girl. I was maybe five years old when my mother’s first boyfriend started to come into my room late at night and touch me.” His eyes widened in horror.

“Or, maybe it was when I was seven years old when I took my first dick from the next low life piece of shit she let into our house.” My body is trembling from the memories that now flood through me like a broken dam. His eyes start to swell over at my confessions.

“Or you know what it really was?” I take my glass of wine, chugging it as he breathes heavily. “Maybe it was the time my own mother sold me to her drug dealer for a quick fix when I was nine. I still to this day can smell his sweat and aftershave on my skin. She let him take me when I was asleep in my bed.” My sobs wrack out of me.

“I remember him thrusting on top of my little body, and I was so afraid. The shooting pain it caused to drive through my body. Is unforgettable. I gripped my teddy bear tightly as the tears pooled into my innocent eyes.

That was the day I believed nothing good ever came from a man. That all they were good for was a fuck. That I would never let one get too close to me.” I start to drop to the floor as Dane lunges around the table and catches me before I hit the ground.

“I am so fucking sorry, Jenny. I would fucking kill any man that ever touched you!” He cries out as tears stream down his face onto mine. His body was shaking with adrenaline. He holds me as I let it all out, gripping me tighter with every sob that leaves my quivering lips.

“I would never judge you for what happened to you, Jenny. I think you are the strongest and the bravest woman I have ever met,” he says in a low breathy voice as he kisses my forehead softly. “You are the issue because I can’t stay away. Because I can’t imagine one fucking day without you. I love you.” My heart drops at his confession.

The air leaves my lungs as I turn my watery gaze up to face him. His emerald eyes radiated with pure honesty. “I love you,” He repeats in a raspy breath. “No matter what you have gone through, it only makes me love you more. You are perfect to me.”

My eyes swell as I push my tear-soaked lips to his. I can taste the salt from his tears, as they rolled down to his parted lips. I don’t care if the kiss takes all the air out of my lungs. I will die a thousand times for just one kiss from his lips. We ravaged one another.

He places me on the table and throws off the rest of the glassware and flower vase. It all shatters to the floor. His touch is dominating, aggressive, feral. His hands slid up my black dress to expose my red lacy thong. He rips it off my body. It sends a small sharp pain through me.

Within seconds his tongue is inside my wet center. He is feasting on me as if I am the last meal he will ever have. I lay back onto the table and grip the white tablecloth so hard until my nails pierce through it.

This man loves me. My ugly scars and all.

He accepts me. There is nothing more I want than him owning and taking every inch of my broken body. Glue all those pieces back together.

“Mmm, dollface you taste so fucking good,” he says as he continues to lick and nip at my clit, his finger slipping in and out of my center. I feel the explosion rip through my body as I cum all over his waiting tongue.

Lifting me up, I wrap my legs around his waist as he carries me outside towards the pool, kissing me deeply as he walks. We reached the backyard, and I noticed he was standing by the jacuzzi. He sets me down slowly. “Strip down,” he says as he starts to take off his clothes. I do as I am told and take off my dress. I don’t have a bra on, so I got to avoid that item. His eyes roam over my naked flesh.

The cool breeze glides across my nipples, hardening them. His large cock twitches in excitement as he watches my body. “Now, get into the water.” I gracefully climb into the hot water, the steam is wafting up all around me, the smell of chlorine fills my nostrils. He follows me in, letting his body sink under the moving water, taking a seat on the side.

“Come here,” he says, letting his arms spread out to the sides of the hot tub. I make my way over to him, then climb on top of his body, letting my legs straddle him. “Now be a good girl and fuck your cock.” The vulgarity of his words has me salivating.

The fact that he mentions it was mine to have, to own. I grab his dick and position it to the opening of my pussy, then let him slide in. His eyes start to roll back into his skull. A low moan escaping his lips. My breathing is picking up, his massive size starts to stretch me as I become full of him.

Every inch of him has my body quivering. I started to ride him slowly. Letting the warm water lap in between each stroke my pussy gives his dick.

His hands grab my waist, his fingertips start to grip my sides hard as he thrusts into me, and I thrust back. “Fuuuck, dollface, you like this dick?” I moan loudly as his entire being fills me.

“Look at me,” He commands. I opened my eyes to meet him. He is so fucking beautiful. The water is gleaming off his stunning tanned skin, Water reflects in his deep forest eyes. His muscles are tensing and flexing as he holds me. I can feel my release creeping up inside me.

“I want you to cum with me. I want to fill that pretty little hole with my cum. I want it so far up you; it can’t come out.” I gasp at his words and the thought of him filling every inch of me. I feel his dick harden more as my pussy walls clench around him. He’s close.

We lock our eyes as we thrust onto one another. The pace is quickening. Before I come undone, I look deeply into his eyes.

“I love you, Dane,” I say in a quivering voice. A light flashes through his eyes as his mouth parts and an explosion has him bursting inside me. My orgasm follows as I feel him come undone inside my pulsating pussy, his cock vibrating against my throbbing walls.

He growls as his face falls back, pure ecstasy in his eyes. We lay limp on one another until he lifts his head back up to me.

“You love me?” He questions in his low voice. I grab his face and kiss him deeply.

“I think I loved you from the very first time I saw you.” His eyes glisten with tears. I can feel my own eyes start to sting with the realization. This man has always had my heart.

This sweet, caring and protective man is everything I thought I would never be able to have. Someone I thought I was never good enough to possess. He smiles that perfect, movie star gleam and I melt.

“Well, does that mean you will be my girlfriend then?” he asks, taking my hand and kissing it. My cheeks flush as my heart flutters.

“Dane Carter, I would be honored to be your woman.” He gives me a coy smile as we both break out into laughter.