Page 108 of Jace 4Ever
Jace
Flying first class was nice.
The kind of nice I wanted to get used to, if I were going to be honest with myself.
But, if I were to be truly honest with myself, it wasn’t as nice as being with my fiancé. The ring on my finger, a platinum band, shone in the light of the sun peeking in the window.
Waking up in an empty bed wasn’t nice.
Tolerable, though, because that ring was shining on my finger.
Nelson Powers asked me to marry him. I chuckled. I couldn’t believe it. I rolled to his side of the bed and inhaled the scent there. All Nelson. All mine.
It was a huge challenge to not call Maddox or Noah and tell them what had happened at the top of that waterfall under the Northern Lights.
My chuckle escaped again. Maddox Jones. I thought about calling one of the most successful rock band’s lead singer to share personal news.
This was a dream. It had to be.
I glanced at the clock on the nightstand and sighed. I had to get going soon. I had only six more weeks of filming and we were doing all late starts this week for night scenes. I’d already told them on Monday I wasn’t going to be there for the Friday night shoot. The producer was kind of pissed, but I didn’t care. I was one of the most reliable crew they had, and if I was off my game this week, that was okay. I was happy, and I was almost done, and I was working toward a goal I hadn’t even dreamed I’d wanted.
My phone was filled with random little texts from Nelson overnight. He would just text me something when he thought of it and I loved finding them all there. We’d talked a few times, in between his shoots, my shoots, and the time difference. It wasn’t as much as I’d hoped, but we were going to be together again on Friday.
I was going to marry him.
I’d never thought I’d find someone who could love me. I was full of flaws and trailed by an awful history. Prostitute, rent boy, criminal, homeless, trapped by a loan shark. None of that mattered to him. I had a fetish for lingerie—I loved wearing it, buying it, flaunting it to my partner. Not only did he not mind, he loved it on me and loved taking it off me.
Shit. I was making myself hard. I had to go to work soon and it just wasn’t as much fun to jerk off without him there.
He also liked to watch that.
Heck. I was hard.
I jumped in the shower and took care of business, followed by a good solid cleaning. I loved my fiancé’s shower.
Fiancé.
My area of the closet wasn’t very big. It was a hell of a lot bigger than my closet in the apartment, but compared to Nelson’s part? It was small. He had a lot more clothes, but he had a lot more places to be seen. I worked with my hands on-set, and had several sets of coveralls for certain occasions. I lived in jeans and T-shirts or polos. I had exactly two suits, one of which was the tuxedo from the Oscars.
I pulled on a pair of jeans and plain dark blue T-shirt. My Red Wings work boots were waiting for me after a pair of socks. I laced up and headed back into the bedroom to grab my wallet.
Two more days. That was all I had to survive without Nelson in bed with me.
Heading back into the sitting room, I moved my toolbox down to the door so I wouldn’t forget it on the way out. I wanted to grab a bagel from the kitchen and make my coffee before I had to go.
As my foot hit the first step, a deafeningcrashsounded from the front of the house. I nearly let out a shriek, but slapped my hand over my mouth before it got out.
It really didn’t matter, though, because in the next instant, the door in front of me crashed in, ripped off the hinges and jerking the strike plate from the wall.
A man with a shotgun, black coat, and ski mask slammed through, sweeping around with the business end of the gun. It finally landed on me.
“We got him, yo!”
There was another crash, a maniacal laugh and two more people walked in, one with an orange ski mask and carrying a rifle, and another wearing a navy mask, holding a huge handgun.
The second in the navy mask froze, staring at me.
“This him?” Orange asked.
