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Full of Surprises
Millie
Keep to our normal routines, that’s what Owen had told us. Owen is the head of security, like Jack said, but he was nothing like I had expected. He was tall and muscular but looked nerdy, with glasses and unruly hair, a proper geek, but on all accounts, you can’t judge a book by its cover. He doesn’t stand out and just fits in, unlike his second in command. His name is Leon and he is fucking huge, like brick shit house huge. Massive…ha, I had to laugh when we were introduced; it was nervous laughter, but again, he was like a teddy bear. Like I said, never judge a book by its cover.
Between the pub, my day job and building my business, oh and doing the events’ work, I have not stopped. And to be honest, I don’t want to. I know if I do, I may break; the guilt I feel about this whole situation is eating me alive. The more I think about it, the more I feel literally sick to my stomach that these people have been put in danger and may still be in danger because of me. I’ve not been able to sleep; how can I when I know he did this?
It’s one thing hurting me but how could he set fire to the club? He could have hurt hundreds of people. It’s all my fault. I’ve not been able to eat properly either. I just can’t. And I seem to have people watching me all the time, I hate it. Everywhere I go, they are there, following me. I understand why Jack wants them around. We all have security, Dan and Em included. But he should be using them on his family, not me.
Some members of staff have figured out something is wrong; they don’t know what, but keep asking why I have two men following me around all the time. I need to talk to Jack; it’s only three days until the ball, I need to be able to relax a bit and I can’t do that with them around me like this.
When we spoke to the police, I had to tell them everything, and Jack and Em were by my side when I did, reassuring me it would all be okay.
The following day, the police informed us that Glen had flown out to Ibiza the week the story was leaked about me and Jack to the press. They said he has since flown to mainland Spain, where he is hiding out, but they are not able to locate him.
I’m scared, I feel like I’m being watched; I know it’s Owen and his team watching but something is giving me the creeps. I’ve not told Jack he would make me have someone with me 24/7, although I already suspect they are. I just can’t see them. I just can’t shake this feeling like someone’s watching me.
I’m also slowly losing my marbles. No, seriously, I keep misplacing stuff. The other day, I could have sworn I got my stuff out ready for the following day: a white blouse with a navy pencil skirt, leaving them on the chair in my room. But when I went to get them off the chair the following morning, where I thought I had laid them, they weren’t there, only my bra and thong were there. My skirt and shirt were still hanging in the wardrobe. Maybe I dreamt about it. Or maybe I got distracted. I know it’sme, my head is all over the place and not sleeping is making it worse.
Jack wants me to move into the Manor with him, but I won’t. If I had my way, I would have left already, making sure it was only me Glen could hurt. I’ve come to love them as my family, and yes, that includes Jack. I’ve not told him though, I’m still dealing with my own shit to be able to say the words out loud. But I do love him, my whole body aches for him, he’s all I think about. He is the only ray of sunshine in my life right now. But now I can’t help but think Glen will hurt them all. It’s like I can feel my heart breaking, like it’s being torn into pieces. About to shatter, I can’t stop it. I know what I need to do, and I’ll do it after the ball on Saturday; if he has not been found by then, I can’t risk them. Especially now Em is pregnant, she has her surprise for Dan set for after the wedding in just over two weeks’ time. That’s another thing, how can I put the happiest day of their lives at risk? I just can’t, I don’t want their special day to be consumed by worry about what might happen. I can’t do that to them.
They will all be better off if I wasn’t here; I know I said to Jack I would stay that day in his office. But I can’t. So I’ve made my plans and during Jack’s speech, I will leave. I’m not taking anything with me; I’ll just disappear. That way, they will all be safe. I’ve written my letters to each of them explaining why. I just hope they understand.
Wiping away yet more tears, I click on my laptop. It’s only 5 am but I can’t sleep any longer. Dreams invade my mind, and not nice ones. Having Jack next to me each night is a huge comfort but I still can’t get it out of my head enough to sleep well.
“How long have you been awake for?” Jack says, resting his head on my shoulder, his arms weaved around my waist as he kisses my neck.
“A while, why don’t you go back to bed? It’s still early.” I say, my fingers feeling the scruff on his chin.
“Only if you come with me.,” he says, kissing my neck more, his hand slipping under my top. I’m fully dressed and ready for work.
“You see I’ve just had this dream,” cupping my breast through my bra, “more of a fantasy really,” he says, finding my already hard nipple and rolling it between his thumb and finger. A pure shot that spirals down to my core, making me moan.
“Oh, and what was this fantasy?”
“I’ll show you if you come with me.” Standing up, I wrap my arms around his neck, bringing his lips to mine.
“Always eager, but right now I need you back in the bedroom,” and like a dizzy schoolgirl, I laugh and head for the stairs, his hands grabbing my ass as we go.
When I reach our room, he stops me, pulling my back against him, his hands trailing down my front, and skimming over my blouse, teasing me. Pressing me into his already hard erection makes me moan. The man is only in his boxers, there is nothing left to the imagination.
Moving me to the end of the bed, he steps back, sitting himself on the chair opposite me.
“Strip, and do it slowly,” he says, the smile on his face is almost cheeky, teasing me. My toes curl with excitement at the thought of stripping for him. When he stands and removes his boxers, leaving himself completely naked, I can’t help but look at him, biting my lower lip. I have to squeeze my thighs together to try and relieve some of the tension I have building in me. He leans back, showing me his well-sculpted body, tanned chest, his tattoo touching everywhere I want to. My eyes drift down to his abs and the perfect V that forms at his lower abdomen, trailing down to his cock. I’m wet already, just looking at him. He runshis hand through his blond hair, pushing it back away from his face.
“Millie, I said strip.’’ I move my hands to my waist, untucking my shirt, while standing there in front of him. This is hot. My shirt falls to the floor, revealing my lace bra; he moans and shifts in his seat, taking his length in his hand and moving it slowly up and down, while his eyes remain on me, unwavering.
I slowly turn around and undo the zip at the back of my skirt, bending down slightly as I glide it over my hips and down my legs. Turning my head slowly, I watch as he eyes my backside. He moans, holding himself a little harder; I know he loves it when I bend over, only wearing my thong, my ass and centre on show just for him.
Straightening back up, I remove my bra and slide my thong, slowing down my legs. Flicking them at him when they reach the floor.
“Umm...” His eyes close as he catches them, still touching himself. I start to walk over when he shakes his head.
“Stay there. I want you to touch yourself.” My cheeks flame red instantly. I know we did this over the phone, but with him watching, it is so intense, my breath is slow and shaky.
“Feel yourself, play with your nipples for me.” I trace the outline of my breast with my fingers and slowly start to circle my pink bud, letting out a moan as a wave of pleasure zips to my core, taking one in-between my fingers and rolling it. My back arches and I lower myself onto the edge bed.
“That’s it…” I glance at him and he is staring intently at me. I decide to take it into my own hands, keeping one hand on my hard nipple, while I trace my other hand down my stomach, making small circles as I go. I have never felt so sexy in my life, the way he looks at every move I make, it’s passionate and powerful. I feel like I could come right now, just from the burning look in his eyes. When my hand reaches my lowerabdomen, I part my legs for him, showing him just how wet I am, without yet touching myself there. I lean back on the bed, holding myself up with one arm, with which I glide my free hand from my knee to my inner thigh. I tremble under the fierce sensations taking over my body as he watches my hand move closer to where he wants to be, and I open my legs a little further for him. Running my fingers up and down myself, a moan escapes my lips and I tilt my head back. God this feels amazing. I know I’m doing the work but fuck…I need more, pressing my finger to my aching clit, my back arches as warm desire spreads through me.
