Lovely Distraction

by J. J. Dorn

  “Yes, but I am the one that agreed to marry you, sober or not. I made my choice and I have to live with that now.” I knew his intentions were good, but I just couldn’t take the high stakes pressure of having him in the same room as my family when I divulged this monumental fuck up.

  “Jenna, just let me help you through this,” Jamieson pleaded.

  “You know that is not a good idea,” I retorted.

  “Why?”

  “You know why! This cannot happen Jamieson, not again.” He was starting to upset me now.

  “No, I don’t know that. This thing between us, Jenna, it’s not over. We can’t keep ignoring it.”

  “Ha! I didn’t ignore it, you did and you made it abundantly clear it was very much over. I gave you everything of me, Jamieson. I wanted you and only you. But that wasn’t the case for you was it? The truth is I was never enough and I was never going to be enough. You knew that, but unfortunately I took longer to catch on.” I flung open the door and scrambled out of the car toward my apartment not looking back. I wasn’t sure if he would try to follow me but I didn’t intend to find out. As I opened my door I heard the roar of the engine come to life and I knew I was free of him, for now.

  My parents had no idea I had called off the wedding, or should I say the wedding already took place to another man. I wasn’t sure how I was exactly going to break the news to them but I figured I might as well do it at Sunday dinner with everyone there. I had considered telling my mom first or my sister but then I decided why go through the pain and questions more than once. I needed to just do this once and get it over with. Today was going to epically suck.

  As I proceeded inside my parents’ house toward the kitchen I could hear my mother and sister chatting and entertaining my niece, Libby. Libby is almost five now and an absolute handful which is why I love her so much. She reminds me of her mother, she is fearless and very determined. She hasn’t even had her fifth birthday yet and she is already learning to jump her pony, Edwin.

  “I said one Libby.” I heard Jacks tell her defiant daughter.

  “But Mom says I can have three.” I smiled to myself hearing Libby call my mother “Mom.” Since Libby was able to talk she calls grandma “Mom” and her mother “Mommy.” I know it is because she hears Jacks and I call her that but I secretly think she also does it just to annoy her parents.

  “How about we have one for right now and another after dinner.” My mother attempted to curb the freak-out that was brewing.

  “Okay Mom.” Libby replied sweetly.

  “Hey guys,” I called out as I entered the kitchen.

  “Aunt Enna! I have missed you.” Libby hollered running up to me hugging me tightly.

  “You did?” I quizzed her.

  “Yes, I missed you.” She said with her blonde curls bouncing.

  “Well I missed you too.” I told her picking her up and hugging her tightly.

  “So where is Cain today?” My mother had always been able to tell when her children were hiding things.

  “He couldn’t make it.” I replied without any further explanation. “Where’s Dad and Lukas?” I attempted to steer the conversation off of Cain’s absence.

  “They are watching the game in the family room.” Jacks replied.

  “Dinner is almost ready. Jenna can you go tell the guys?” Mom asked.

  “Sure.” I knew my Mom could tell there was something off. I also knew she was holding back until the opportune moment.

  After the table was set and we said our Sunday prayer, everyone began digging in to their dinner. Lukas and my father were arguing about some football game. My mother and Jacks were busily discussing the wedding and all of the details. I listened anxiously to all the conversations around me and panicked thinking of how my news would be received.

  “We called things off.” I just blurted it out, not thinking about the consequences of such a shocking statement.

  “What dear?” My mom looked puzzled and everyone else immediately stopped talking and focused on me.

  “Cain and I called off the wedding,” I said it out loud for a second time.

  “What?” My mother gasped.

  “Why?” Jacks asked equally shocked.

  “Something happened. Well a lot of things happened actually, and I just didn’t know about most of them,” I said flippantly.

  “What are you talking about, Jenna? What happened?” My mother pushed.

  I didn’t know how to say the next part. I had rehearsed different ways in my car during the drive over but now I couldn’t remember any of them.

  “Jenna?” My dad looked at me concerned.

  “Okay I am only going to say this once and then I never want to speak of it again, okay?” I took a steadying breath and then continued. “Something happened at my Bachelorette party. I didn’t mean for it to happen or want it to happen, it just did and now I can’t take it back.” I paused again trying to get my brain to cooperate and slow down.

  “What happened? What did you do, Jenna?” My mother demanded.

  “I married someone else.” The pure silence that filled the room cut me deep in my chest. I could feel my family judging me and my poor choices. I knew they would still love me but I also understood that didn’t mean they thought my actions proper.

  “You married someone else?” My sister squeaked out in shock.

  “Yes I got married while in Vegas. When I came home I came clean to Cain about what happened.”

  “And he broke things off? Oh poor Cain!” My mother blurted out. I felt a sharp anger flash through me at her sympathy for him. I knew my mom didn’t know the full story and from the little I had told them it did look like I was the only asshole in the situation.

  “When I went to confess to Cain what had happened in Vegas he then divulged to me that he too had been unfaithful in our relationship. Apparently he had never been faithful to me and never did love me. He was only marrying me because I presented to be the perfect wife for his family’s political aspirations. So I guess it was for the best this happened.” I strategically left out the slut comment. I don’t really know why, I just couldn’t tell them for some reason.

  “Oh my God.” My mother gasped again covering her face with her hands as if she might cry. At one point during my confession I thought I was going to lose it, but I think I was all out of tears over Cain.

  “I’m so sorry, Jenna. I can’t believe Cain did those things to you.” Jacks got up from her chair, hugging me tightly. I latched on to her in return and exhaled a deep breath that I had been holding in.

  “Well I say good riddance. I never liked that preppy asshole.” Lukas offered in solidarity.

  “I just can’t believe this.” Mom said again shaking her head.

  My father cleared his throat from across the table. He did not look mad but he did not look happy either. There was a cold stare about him that sent a shiver up my spine. “Jenna, who exactly did you marry?” I had left that tiny detail out, hoping to just quickly gloss over it. I should have known better than to think my father wouldn’t see past my vagueness. I could tell he suspected that I knew my mystery husband. He knew his daughter well enough to know I wouldn’t just marry a one-night stand I met in Las Vegas.

  This was the moment I was truly dreading. The moment I had to tell my entire family exactly who I had married in a quickie ceremony that I don’t have any recollection of thanks to the ridiculous amounts of alcohol I consumed that evening.

  I could feel them all staring at me waiting for the answer. I closed my eyes and just blurted it out like before. “Jamieson Wellington.”

  “Have you lost your fucking mind?” Jacks said from behind me.

  “You married James? Why?” My mother breathlessly asked.

  “Holy shit! That is amazing!” Lukas exclaimed with laughter.

  The only one who didn’t say anything was my father and for some reason I felt as though he already knew my shameful secret.

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  Februa
ry 7, 2010

  “Jamieson stop!” I protested trying to maintain some level of modesty while we were in public.

  He just winked at me and continued slipping his hand further up my skirt while we sat in a corner booth at Haven’s with our friends. We had agreed to go out to celebrate Derrick’s birthday. His real birthday was Valentine’s Day, but all of us had other plans so we agreed to go out before to celebrate. In some weird way it was fitting that Derrick the pretty boy extraordinaire was born on Valentine’s Day and he seemed to relish in it.

  We had been at Haven’s for a little over two hours and it was getting close to closing time. The bar had been fairly packed for a Friday night and we were enjoying watching the crowded mix of people.

  Julian and Olivia sat in the far corner of the booth cuddled up together. Something had been clearly developing between those two in the last few months. Olivia can be a hard person to read sometimes so I was impressed Julian had seen through her barriers. Audrey was crammed in next to them hanging on every word Derrick was saying and batting her eyelashes. He of course was making the most of it.

  “It’s time to go.” Jamieson leaned over and growled in my ear.

  I turned and flashed him a smile and then whispered back “We can’t leave yet, they will totally know we’re running off to go have sex. Wait until last call at least.”

  “Hate to burst your bubble, J but we already know you two are horny as shit over there. You two might as well go get it out of your systems.” Julian chided from across the table.

  I must have turned eight shades of red having him overhear our private conversation. Jamieson looked as if he could care less and threw down a bunch of money on the table.

  “I couldn’t agree more. This is for our tab.” He stood up grabbing my arm and pulling me with him. “Happy Birthday, D-Bag.” he said slapping Derrick on the back.

  “Night guys,” I squeaked as Jamieson began pulling me with him out of the club.

  When we got outside I stopped and turned to him irritated at the hasty and embarrassing exit he had made. “What is your big hurry?”

  Jamieson didn’t stop he just grabbed onto my hand and began leading me toward the car once again.

  I refused and stopped moving once again. “Jamieson that was rude back there to just run out on our friends.”

  He glared at me for a split second then softened. He took a determined step forward invading my personal space. I went to take a step back but he halted my retreat by grabbing onto my upper arm latching me to him.

  “It may be rude but I don’t care. I can’t sit there one more minute looking at you in the tight skirt and not being able to have my way with you. I don’t think I have ever wanted you more than I do in this instant Jenna. You drive me insane.”

  “Oh,” I whispered and swallowed hard. I hadn’t been prepared for him to say such things.

  “I need you, Jenna. If I don’t have you, I feel as though I am going to explode.” He said in a dark sexy tone.

  Just the way he spoke turned me on. He could have been reading the phone book but that sexy voice would have awakened me. I pushed forward into his personal space and whispered, “Well we wouldn’t want that now would we?”

  I flashed him a sly mischievous grin and he growled before forcing us to briskly walk again towards the car. Jamieson opened the door of his sleek black Aston Martin for me and I ducked inside the car.

  When Jamieson pulled the car out of the parking lot I could tell he was on edge from the way he was speeding. He jammed the shifter like a crazy man as he flew through the streets of downtown Huntsville. He was almost scaring me with the way he was driving but it excited me watching the precision and control he exhibited.

  When we pulled onto the highway I relaxed a bit glad to be on the open road and not the slow side streets. Jamieson must have been relieved too because the minute we got on the highway he reached over placing his hand on my bare thigh. I gasped from the touch of his cold hand on my warm leg.

  He glanced at me and when our eyes met all I saw was hunger. I had seen Jamieson in the throes of lust before but this was more, so much more. His eyes lingered on mine for a half a second longer before he turned his head and began watching the road again. His hand remained on my thigh and it was slowly making its way up and underneath the tight black leather skirt I was wearing.

  “Jamieson…” I was going to protest what I knew was coming. Not that I really wanted him to stop but it was mostly for safety reasons that I hesitated.

  “Do you trust me?” he asked looking over at me once again with a cocked eyebrow and sly grin.

  “You know I do.” I said breathlessly due to the fact his hand was already at the apex of my thighs.

  He let a low growl out before plunging two fingers deep inside me. I gasped at his intrusion but immediately began to move my hips to meet his touch.

  “I knew you weren’t wearing panties, baby. It was driving me insane seeing you in that tight damn skirt. I was counting down the minutes until I could get you alone,” he told me while focusing on the road and using his free hand to massage my slick folds.

  I couldn’t say anything in return I was too busy enjoying my own personal brand of Jamieson Wellington attention.

  I was climbing higher and higher and was just about to come apart when Jamieson quickly removed his hand to shift the car to make the exit to his house. I whined at the immediate loss.

  He chuckled beside me. “We will be home in a minute needy, girl.”

  His teasing struck a nerve with me and decided two could play that game so I reached over the center console and undid the top button of his jeans and snuck my hand inside. I knew he would be hard as a rock and he did not disappoint. I grabbed a hold of his stiff cock and began stroking him ever so slowly.

  “You are playing with fire,” he hissed while still driving like a man possessed.

  “That’s kind of the point.” I whispered in his ear and began increasing the speed in which I was stroking him.

  We flew down his private drive and Jamieson whipped the tight black sports car into the garage.

  I continued to keep my hand deep inside his pants after he turned off the car. Jamieson watched as my hand moved under his jeans for a moment before pulling it away. I was going to protest but then he shifted his seat back as far as it would go.

  “Come over here, Jenna.” He demanded while yanking his jeans down.

  I carefully climbed over the console, pulling my skirt around my waist until I was straddling him. I was just about to push down on top of him when I remembered our lack of protection.

  “Condom?” I asked quickly.

  “Glove box,” he hissed.

  I grabbed a foil package and madly rolled it onto Jamieson’s thick length. The minute it was in place I rose up on my knees and sank deep down on top of his engorged length, impaling myself. I let out a gasp as I adjusted to his thickness.

  It took me a half a second to get my bearings before I rose up again and slowly slid back down on top of him. Jamieson pushed up to meet me encouraging me on. He tore at my top and ripped it off my arms. He tore my bra off like a crazy man giving him perfect access to my ripe nipples. He leaned forward pulling one into his mouth. The sensation was overwhelming and I felt like I might lose it any second.

  I was right on the edge of coming and Jamieson slid back against his seat slowing my release. He pushed lightly on my chest so I was back against the steering wheel of the car.

  “Lean back baby and hold on to the wheel.” He growled through hooded eyes.

  As soon as I did what he requested, he lifted his hips slamming deep into me. I screamed out in shock as I was forced backwards.

  “Tight, Jenna. Hold on tight,” he said quickly and then slammed back into me.

  I was prepared this time and he growled in appreciation. He pulled back and did it several more times before I screamed out his name in pure ecstasy. Jamieson followed right behind collapsing down onto the seat when he was done. I
draped myself over his body and snuggled into his chest. He pulled me tightly to him and began to softly run his hands through my straight blonde hair.

  “I love you Jamieson.” I didn’t think before I said it. It just slipped out of my mouth, but I didn’t regret it in that instance. It was time he knew how I felt.

  Jamieson didn’t respond only pulled me tighter to him and kissed my forehead.

  As I laid there on top of him wondering if I had told him those words too soon I felt the slight shift in him. I don’t really know how to describe it except to say he acted distracted all of a sudden.

  “Should we go inside?” I offered hoping to change the mood again.

  “I…uh…no. I will take you home. I have some work I need to do tonight.” He gently helped me off of him.

  I couldn't help but feel jilted so I quietly started putting my clothes back on. Jamieson grabbed his jeans from the floor of the car and pulled them on. He started the car and slammed it into reverse. I didn’t even have my seatbelt on yet.

  I wanted to ask him what was wrong but I was too scared. Part of me really didn’t want to know what was wrong. He was making me mad with his hot and cold personality all of a sudden.

  I remained quiet the entire drive to my apartment. He didn’t say a word; instead he just turned the radio onto some angry alternative station.

  When we got to my apartment he stopped the car next to the sidewalk not even pulling into one of the empty spaces. It was clear he was just dropping me off. I threw open my door angrily not saying a word to him. I grabbed my purse from the floor in front of me and was just out the door when his large hand locked onto mine halting me.

  “I’m…” He started and stopped suddenly. I watched his face change. In that moment he was different now, he was changed, and he was darker. “I’m going to be very busy this next week.”

  I didn’t fully understand what he was getting at. Was he trying to say he didn’t want to spend Valentine’s Day together? I had to ask him.

  “Valentine’s Day?” It wasn’t really a full question but he got my drift.

  “Yes, of course.” He rubbed his hands through his hair. “I will talk to you soon, okay?”