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“How would my daughter know who went after your daughter, when she was lying in a hospital bed because of your daughter?” My dad’s anger is beginning to rise the more Mrs. Simpson talks.
“I understand, believe me I do, but as a mother, I still need to know. Was there anyone else that knew about your daughter’s incident?”
“Only our neighbor because he’s the one Ella called, but he was at the hospital.” My dad responds.
“And you saw him here yourself?” she asks.
“Yes, both my wife and I, and Jace were all here with Ella last night.” He confirms before shutting my door but my mom’s window is still open, “Maybe you should ask the three guys she was with last night since they seem to like beating women! Maybe our girls can match hand marks or something.” I hear my dad say sarcastically.
“I’m sorry, I just had to ask.” The woman turns and walks back into the hospital.
The nerve of that woman, trying to blame someone that we know for her daughter’s injuries! What she said earlier, though, about Kaylee and her friends getting beat up; if she was with the three guys, does that mean they were the ones that were beat up? Jace left for a little bit, and then came back, but he looked fine, there wasn’t a scratch on him. I glance at my dad in the rearview mirror and our eyes meet. I’m pretty sure we are thinking the same thing…did Jace have something to do with the beatings?
Chapter 20
Coming Home
Walking into my house, a strong floral scent hits me right away. Looking around, the room is filled with an assortment of colorful flowers. A banner hangs over one of the doorways saying, ‘GET WELL’. My mother gasps behind me, so apparently she knows nothing about this, but then I see movement out of the corner of my eye as Jace comes into the room holding a single red rose. I hold my breath waiting as he walks towards me.
“I just wanted to do something special for you, you know, to cheer you up.” He holds the rose out for me to take.
Not knowing what else to do, I reach out and take it, automatically bringing it to my nose to smell. This, right here, makes me want to cry. I keep trying to push him away, but he keeps coming back, breaking me a little more each time. I can hear my parents saying something, but I’m not paying any attention. I’m too wrapped up in staring at the guy in front of me, his gorgeous smile, now turning into a smirk. He knows what he’s doing, and even though it irritates me, it also makes me want to submit to him. The urge to drop to my knees and hug his legs is overwhelming, but instead, I clear my throat and smile.
“Thank you, Jace. You didn’t have to go through all this. A simple “Get Well” would have sufficed.” I glance back down to study the flower in my hand because Jace’s gaze is too intense for me. I’m not used to any kind of attention, and definitely none to this magnitude.
My parents leave the room, giving us some privacy, but I’m too nervous to be left in a room alone with him. I try to follow them, but Jace takes hold of my hand to keep me in place.
“I need to talk to you, Ella.”
His face looks tense, but I don’t know if it’s because he has something important to talk to me about or if it’s because I was going to walk away. Nodding, I walk as fast as my broken ribs allow me to walk and sit down on the couch. Jace shakes his head and without saying anything, he picks me up bridal-style and takes me upstairs to my room. It isn’t until he has me in my bed with my head propped up, and my shoes off, that he talks.
“You need to rest, Ella. I’m not going to touch you, so there is no need to be scared of me.” He sounds stern, but his eyes show something else. He’s a little hurt that I am afraid to be around him, but can he really blame me? I snuggle down under the covers a little more before giving him my attention.
“I’m sorry, Jace. I’m just not sure how to act around you anymore,” I bite my lip to keep a sob back, “For so long, I had to walk on eggshells around you, and I wasn’t allowed to talk to you unless you asked me a question.” I glance down and pick at one of my nails, thinking about what I had just said. I snort, and then focus back on him, “You were training me to be submissive all this time, haven't you?" I ask.
“I told you that you would learn to submit to me, why do you sound surprised?” He tilts his head as he asks.
“No, I’m talking about the past two years. I mean, in the very beginning you were really mean to me, but now that I think about it, the longer it went on, the more it changed.” I consider him for a moment, “Be honest, Jace, you told me that you trained to be a Dominant…who did you have in mind as a sub when you began?”
“I have nothing to hide from you, Ella. I’ve already told you; it’s always been you.” He never takes his eyes off me as he answers each of my questions.
“Why me?” I whisper.
“I’ve always had an urge to protect you and always make you happy,” he shrugs, “It’s always felt natural to me, I knew that we were meant to be together. I was almost about to give up until a gave you that first punishment, and that’s when I knew I was right about you.”
I’m confused, “Right about what?”
He smirks as he studies my face, “Right about you wanting to please me. I’ve seen your temper before, Ella, you could have stood up for yourself at any given time, but you didn’t, and whenever I came around you did everything I asked so I would be pleased. I saw it in face, all the time. What surprised me, though, was how you responded to that first spanking, you are always wet for me.”
I cross my arms over my chest, “Not every time.” I turn my head and look at the empty wall.
“So, if I were to slip my hand into your panties right now, I’m not going to find you wet?” He lifts a brow.
I give up, I can’t sit here and lie to him, because he knows all too well how responsive my body is. It’s traitorous, I tell you. Just because my body wants one thing, though, doesn’t mean that it’s the right choice. Just when I’m about to answer him, though, there is a knock on my door and it opens. Thank God Jace wasn’t doing anything inappropriate because it is my dad that opens the door soon after he knocks.
“Hey kids, I’m going to order some pizza for lunch, will you be staying, Jace?”
“Sure,” he smiles at my dad, “I can never turn down pizza!”
