Page 55 of Filthy Commitments
Boy, that one went south on me!
Asia
So I’d done it. I’d stomped right in and told my family a bunch of crap just to make sure I kept up the sham for Jett. He didn’t ask me to. I knew he’d never ask me to do a thing like that.
But it was there, deep inside of me.
Keep Jett happy.
The money wasn’t the issue. Not the driving force that had me making that drastic decision. It was my love for him that forced me to do a thing I’d never even considered doing.
As we drove back from lunch, our parents all heading to their own homes, Jett and I held hands. My stomach was full of the Italian food we’d eaten. I was sleepy and in a daze.
Jett would marry me if I wanted. So why wasn’t I hopping on that as fast as I could?
Resting my head on the headrest, I turned to look at the gorgeous man who was driving. Jett was a masterpiece of a man. His dark hair, hanging in silky waves to his broad shoulders. A pair of Ray Ban aviators made him look hot and sexy. He was it. The complete package.
Was I mental or something?
I mean, if I was to go back to college and show my friends a picture of this man and told them, yeah he asked me to marry him, and I was like, no way, dude. They’d call the 911 and tell them I was in need of a brain transplant, STAT.
It whirled around in my head and came out of my mouth, “Jett, marriage is sacred to me. Like, I don’t ever want to get a divorce. My Aunt Shirley got a divorce. She and her husband had three kids, a dog, and a pet goat. When their marriage ended, the whole lot of them went downhill. The house, goat, and dog, vanished. The kids turned into delinquents. My aunt became a bit of a tramp, and my uncle wasn’t spoken about or seen again.”
“It is scary. And just so you know, I don’t take it lightly either. But I’m not going to ask you about that for a while. I respect the hell out of what you did for me today. I wouldn’t dare bother you about anything.” He gave me a smile. “You’ve gone above and beyond for me. Way past anything a typical sub would do. I may not have put you through the typical tests one puts a sub through, but I’ve tested your limits plenty. You’ve surpassed all of my expectations. And sexually, well you know you rock me, baby.”
So there it was, he wasn’t going to ask me to marry him for a while. I should’ve felt great. Relieved.
If that was how I was supposed to feel then why did I have an empty spot inside me that was growing by leaps and bounds? And it happened so suddenly.
The feelings I was having told me one thing. I was being bratty.
At first, I was all, no Jett, I don’t want to get married. We need time.
Then he tells me he’ll give me time and I’m all, what?
I felt like an idiot for getting what I had asked for and not wanting what I got.
I kept quiet, not wanting to let Jett in on the emotional rollercoaster I was on. He held my hand all the way home and into the house. It was early, yet I was feeling tired for some reason. All the stress, I guessed.
“Hey, wanna take a late nap with me?” I asked him.
“I’m not tired in the least.” He ran his arm around my shoulder. “But I could watch some television and hold you while you get some rest if you’d like.”
“Nah, I want some peace and quiet. I’ll go up to our room, and you can watch television in the media room down stairs.”
With a kiss, we parted ways, and I went to bed. I barely laid my head on the pillow before I was in a deep sleep.
I had no idea how much time had passed before I was woken up by a sharp pain in my stomach. Rushing to the bathroom, I blew chunks in the toilet. A cold sweat broke out all over me, and I was shaking as I hugged the toilet.
I managed to pull myself together as I washed my face, cooling myself down. In the mirror, I saw my reflection. I had dark circles under my eyes, even though I’d just gotten some sleep. Was I coming down with a virus?
Little by little, the nausea went away, and I felt perfectly fine. Great, actually.
Making my way to the media room, I found Jett lounging on the sofa. He was watching sports and drinking a beer. “Hey, you.”
He turned to look at me. “Hey, baby. You get your nap?”
I sat down next to him and nodded. “Yeah. I feel much better.” I decided to leave out the part about getting sick again. I didn’t want him to get concerned. “So, basketball, huh? You like sports?”
