Chapter thirteen: She Belongs To Me Now

Chapter thirteen: She Belongs To Me Now

Jessica

"It is almost noon, Princess." He whispered before pulling away.

"Would you like some lunch? Or if you would like to return back to the hostel, I am more than willing to take you."

I thought for a moment, I desperately wanted to stay but I had already skipped class for this man and stayed out way too late last night and I needed to catch up.

"I think I would just like to return back to the hostel." I muttered, softly.

I carefully stood up, my wobbly legs carrying me back up the stairs to his bedroom. I felt his eyes on the back of my head, burning into my scalp as I began to pick up my clothes last night, my cell phone and shoes.

"Here," he said, handing me his sweatpants I had left in the bathroom.

"Just wear this, you don't have to put that dress back on."

I smiled as I took the sweatpants from him and put them on. I felt so uncomfortable, yet so incredible after this experience with him.

The drive back to my hostel was silent and awkward. He kept both his hands on the wheel the whole time, his eyes never leaving the road. We finally pulled into the parking space of my hotel after what seemed like ages, the silence nearly killing me.

"So, uh," I began.

"Thanks for last night." I grabbed the door handle, ready to exit but he grabbed my wrist before I could get out.

"You didn't regret what happened, did you?" His eyes were full of questions and I hesitantly sat back in my seat.

"Uh….. no," I quietly responded.

"Jessica, if there is something on your mind, you need to tell me."

"I just have a lot of work to catch up on." I said earnestly.

His expression softened, he reached over and took my hand in his, bringing it up to his lips and pressing a firm kiss to the back of my hand.

"Please, don't be afraid to tell me things." He traded our fingers together.

"I care about you, you know that right?" I nodded softly and he kissed my hand once more. I then took it upon myself to lean over the console, pulling him closer to me and gave him a peck on the lips before we said our goodbyes and I exited the car.

It was Sunday so not a lot of students were up at noon since lots of them partied last night. I made my way up to my room, opening the door quietly and seeing Olivia sprawled out on her bed.

I quietly threw my clothes from last night in my hamper, my shoes in the closet and laid down on my bed.


***Jeffrey pov.***

It was Monday morning, I leaned back at my desk, twiddling my pen between my fingers. I had not gotten any messages from Jessica and I was beginning to worry. Well, every time she is not with me, I always worry.

I prayed she didn't not regret yesterday, she didn't regret giving me her virginity. To be honest, I never thought she could possibly be a virgin and for some reason I felt proud to be the first man to enter there. I blushed just thinking about it. I looked at the skyline, ignoring the paperwork on my desk. I couldn't function without Jessica, I just need reassurance from her.

A knock on the door made me almost fall out of my chair, I quickly leaned forward and regained my balance.

"Come in," Jorge's head poked inside and I raised my eyebrows, awaiting his news.

"Jeffrey, Gladys is here to see you." I don't think I could have eye-rolled any harder.

"Do you want me to tell her that you are busy?" I sighed.

"Not sure that will help anyway, send her in."

He nodded even though he would rather wish Gladys leave in the first place and not come back, the whole company felt that way. He left and I anxiously awaited her arrival. I hated when she visited me at work, it was a distraction and it was far too annoying.

The door opened and she walked in, her heels clicking against the tiled floor. Her lips parted as she smiled at me, tossing her dark hair over her shoulder.

"Jeffrey, sweetheart." She said, holding her hands out as I stood, obviously wanting a hug. I awkwardly put my arms around her as we embraced, wanting nothing more than her visit to come to an end.

"Hello, Gladys." I sighed, sitting back in my chair.

"Well, don't sound too thrilled to see me, Jeffrey." She scoffed, I mentally rolled my eyes.

"Just came to see how you are doing."

"Really?" I cocked an eyebrow.

"Don't you have anything better to do?"

She pressed her lips together and began examining her manicure which then I noticed she was wearing that enormous ring.

"And why on earth are you still wearing that?" I shook my head.

"You do realize it has been four years right?"

"And what else am I going to do with it?" She asked innocently or faked it anyway.

"I can't just let it sit on the shelf and collect dust, can I?"

"You could just give it back to me." I suggested.

"Why? So you can give it to some tramp? Hell no, Jeffrey."

"Then why are you here?" I asked exasperatedly.

"What do you want?"

"I want you, baby." She leaned forward to show off more of her already exposed chest, making me want to vomit.

"Don't lie, you miss me."

"No, I don't, Gladys. Now if you would excuse me, I have a job I need to get back to." I pulled a file out from one of the desk drawers in hopes of giving her the hint that I didn't want to talk anymore. She sat down instead, examining me from her seat.

"It is another woman, isn't it?" She said, slowly.

My eyes flickered up to hers, trying to keep my expression as stoic as possible. She raised her eyebrows and awaited my answer.

"Tell me I am wrong."

"Gladys," I sighed.

"My relationship status doesn't concern you…."

"Really? Because as your ex-wife, I feel as though I should be aware…."

"For heaven's sake, Gladys, we have been over this. We are done, we both know it. So please, let me get back to my work." She stood, annoyed with me but not as much as I was with her.

"Fine, but if I find out who the tramp is, she is done. If I can't have you, no one will either."

I rolled my eyes, letting her leave my office without another word.

Gladys was my ex-wife, we got divorce four years ago and she kept pestering my life ever since then, wanting to return back to my life. At one point I thought about giving her a second chance but now that Jessica is in my life, she stood no chance again.

I don't want any other woman in my life, I know she is way too young for someone like me both in age and sexual experience but I can't get my mind off her, especially now she had given me her virginity. I don't want any man to see her nakedness other than me. She belongs to me and only me now. I will do whatever it takes to have her all to myself.