And I’m here for whatever help he needs.
In my heart I don’t think Jake will ever go back to drugs. I saw what the last episode did to him, losing us because of it.
It nearly broke him.
But it also doesn’t hurt for me to keep alert for any signs of trouble.
Of course I ask him how he’s doing, but I haven’t asked directly about his recovery steps, because I know if he wants to talk to me about it, he will.
I’ve missed him like crazy this last week. But the time apart has had its benefits. Now I’m back from holiday, it’s back to work, and I’m glad for it, even if I am working from home. It’s allowed me to get on with my work writing Jake’s bio, and I’ve also been working on my column for Etiquette.
Etiquette is the magazine I work for. Vicky, my boss and close friend, is the sole reason Jake and I came back into each other’s lives. She landed an exclusive interview with Jake and sent me to do it.
I’ve really missed my job, and the bonus of working means I need to talk to Vicky. Which is fab because I’ve missed her tons as well.
God love Skype is all I can say.
I called my folks too on the telephone; apparently Skype is just too technological for my mum and dad.
But mostly, I miss Simone.
I’m used to seeing her every day, and it’s taking some time getting used to not living in London with her anymore.
I may have called her multiple times over the last few days. And maybe I cried a few times while on the phone too.
I’m just so glad I have Stuart, my only friend in LA. Aside from Jake, of course.
The downside of Jake not being around this week, apart from the obvious, is that we haven’t talked about the “no sex in his house” issue since that night. Just like we never talked about the “not having kids” issue on the island.
It seems Jake and I are really good at ignoring things and avoiding discussions on important matters.
I wonder if that’s partly why he’s spent so much time at the label this week.
This is the longest Jake and I have gone without having sex since we got together. We’ve gone from multiple times daily while on the island to nothing at all.
I know this is my doing, but I’m starting to worry big-time, because Jake is a highly sexual man. For Jake, having sex is as essential as breathing, and the fact that he’s not even trying to get it from me is worrying the shit out of me. I’m scared that if he’s not getting it from me, he’ll start to look elsewhere. Or maybe he already has.
“You know, we could get pulled over by the cops. They might think you’re kidnapping me, having me blindfolded like this,” I say.
“The windows are tinted, sweetheart.”
“Of course they are.”
I fold my arms over my chest at the sound of Jake’s soft laughter.
“Well, with the speed you drive at, we’ll probably get pulled over for a ticket. Then what will you tell them?”
“That my fiancée is kinky, and she gets her sexual kicks from me driving her around blindfolded. Then, and only then, will she let me f**k her.”
“Jake!”
“That, or we’re into BDSM, and you’re my submissive. And seeing you like this is how I get my kicks.” I feel his hand go to my leg, his rough fingertips gently stroking the skin just above my knee.
This is the first time in five days that he’s touched me intimately. My pulse jumps and my whole body responds.
“Do you realise how hard my dick is right now, just looking at you sitting there in those f**k-hot boots, that short skirt…blindfolded.”
Holy f**k.
“And what do you plan on doing with it?” My voice has taken on a husky tone all its own.
“Something which will mean you being naked very soon, wearing only that scarf over your eyes and those come-fuck-me-now boots wrapped around my waist.”
Sweet baby Jesus.
I wonder if he’s taking us to a hotel for sex.
My insides pool at the thought of Jake naked and inside me. I have to suppress a moan.
His hand leaves my leg, and I hear the indicator tick-tocking a turn. Then he stops the car, lowers his window, and talks to someone. A man.
I’m blindfolded here, and Jake is talking to some guy.
Where the hell is he taking me?
“Good to see you again, Mr. Wethers. I’ll open the gate for you.”
“Thank you.”
I hear Jake’s window close, and he starts to move the car slowly forward.
A thought thuds into my head.
Oh my God, what if he’s taking me to some kinky sex club?
He was just talking about BDSM, and he did say I’ll be naked soon, wearing only this scarf and these boots.
Oh, holy f**king mother of God.
I’m not into that kind of stuff. I’m a straight-up-sex type of girl. A little dirty talk, sure. Maybe Jake tying me up…I’d happily give that a try. But not outright kinky stuff.
I didn’t think he was either, to be honest. I know he’s a little dominant in the bedroom, which is really sexy, but I didn’t think whips and chains were his kind of thing.
Maybe this is just another thing I didn’t know about him.
Fuck.
“Where are we going?” My voice comes out small.
“You’ll know in about two minutes. Think you can hold on that bit longer?”
“Are you taking me to a sex club?” I blurt out.
I hear choked laughter. “Do you want me to be taking you to a sex club?” I can feel his body shaking next to me.