My Sweets

Doll Face

JESSA

I startle awake to the sound of my phone going off. Bobby grumbles next to me and rolls over. I quickly grab my cell and the number shows 'private.' I frown at it as I silence the ring. It's 1 am. Who would be calling me from a private number in the middle of the night? It's probably a wrong number. I lay back down and cuddle into Bobby's back. My phone goes off again.

"Bloody hell," Bobby groans as he shoves his head under his pillow.

It's from a 'private' number again. I silence the ringing again and chew on my bottom lip. Should I answer this? I run to the hall, so I don't bother Bobby and quickly say, "Hello."

A deep voice responds back to me. "Hi, Doll Face. I'm excited to see you tonight."

"Sorry. You have the wrong number."

An eerie laugh comes through the phone. "Pretty sure I don't, babe."

"Definitely the wrong number. I'm married."

I quickly hang up and climb back into bed. An uneasy feeling settles in the pit of my stomach, but I push it aside. That was strange. My phone goes off again. Now I'm getting pissed. It's the same 'private' number. I'm tired and just want to go to sleep.

"Listen, asshole! I said you have the wrong number. Stop calling!"

I hang up before he gets a word in and Bobby chuckles. "Don't mess with my gal's sleep." He holds his arms open for me to cuddle in. He kisses my neck as he wraps his body around mine. My phone goes off again. "Don't answer it. They'll give up," Bobby whispers in my ear.

It rings a couple more times and then I have a voicemail notification. Bobby leans over me and grabs my phone. He puts it on speaker and listens to the message.

That same deep voice fills my ears.

- "Now that's not very nice, Doll. You shouldn't treat me like this, especially after everything I've done to your body. I'll never forget your moans in my ear and I will hear those moans again. I'll taste your sweet cunt again too. Feel your perfect mouth around my dick again. I'm looking forward to it, Doll Face."

I feel the anger radiating from Bobby.

"It's just a wrong number."

"Could this be your ex?" Bobby asks with a tinge of worry in his voice.

"No. Not at all. He's still in jail and not allowed to contact me. Plus it doesn't sound like him. It's just a wrong number."

"I don't know. I don't like how it's showing up as private."

I take my phone out of his hands and pull him down to me. "There's only been one man that has ever made me moan and I'll only ever moan for one man."

I can barely make out his cocky smirk in the dark room as he comes down and sucks on my neck. "Well I guess I can thank this mystery man for getting me laid in the middle of the night," he chuckles.

My giggles are quickly replaced by moans as Bobby's hand goes down and begins to rub me.

BOBBY

I can handle no sleep fairly well, but I feel extra tired this morning. I'm not going to complain about the late night sex though. I quickly turn my alarm off so it doesn't disturb Jessa. She's getting use to me waking up early and hardly stirs anymore. I rollover and try to study her beautiful features in the dark light. Most mornings I struggle to leave our bed because I want to keep her in my arms. The mystery phone calls are still bothering me. I'm sure Jessa's right though. They don't make any sense and had to be a wrong number. It could just be a prank too. I give her forehead a gentle kiss and she smiles sleepily in her sleep. I jump up and quickly get ready and leave for work.

I flex my muscles before diving into baking. I have a lot to do. With two weekends before Christmas, there are a lot of Christmas parties tonight. That means lots of orders, not to mention our everyday bakery items. It's 4:30 and I get to work on the remaining orders. Conner and Zeke will be in within the hour to start the morning pastries. Once I finish the orders, I'll help them with the pastries and then bake some fresh cupcakes, cakes, and cookies. Then I'm out of here. Tonight we're taking the train to Glasgow to do Christmas with my mom. I'd be lying if I said I'm not nervous. It'll be the first day I'm not coming in to bake. I know I need to hand over the reigns to Zeke and Conner at some point, but I'm such a perfectionist. The movie promotional tour is lingering in my mind though. This bakery has to be able to function without me around. The only way that'll happen is if I step back and let them do it. Luckily, I've hired two amazing girls to work the front; Meg and Kimberly. I'm looking for another baker too, but so far I haven't found anyone that fits my style.

My ultimate goal for this bakery is to do the special orders, wedding cakes and the Baking with Bobby classes. I'll still come in some mornings to bake and greet customers, but I'm determined to get this place successfully operating without me. Then I want to open a second and maybe a third location. That's the goal anyway. Right now though, I bake.

JESSA

I run around the busy mall, finding last minute Christmas presents. I've gotten Bobby a lot of small things, but I'm still bothered because I want to come up with something truly amazing. He always goes overboard with me and I want to do the same, only I have no ideas. What do you get for a big man child who has everything? Honestly, he'd probably just like me covered in whipped cream. Not a bad idea actually. We've teased about it, but we've not actually played with food and I'm really interested in trying it.

Bobby would freak out if he knew I was here by myself. The paparazzi make him nervous and he doesn't like me going places alone. I'm not worrying about that though. If he catches me, I'll just apologize. Maybe apologize with whipped cream, I giggle to myself. I have too much shopping still to do and there's only so much I can accomplish online. Since our wedding pictures have finally been released, we seem to be targeted even more now. We were hoping that would calm them down but it did the opposite. Luckily, I've avoided them so far today.

After hours of shopping, I'm starving. I sit down at the food court for a bite to eat. I look through my social and comment to a few fans while I eat my sandwich. There's not much else you can do when you're out to lunch by yourself. My heart clinches when I see a mom with her baby sitting near me. The miscarriage still makes me sad, but I'm realizing a new feeling has been overpowering me lately; the need to try for another baby. I smile wishfully at them before moving the thoughts from my head. We're not ready yet and I'm too scared I'll have another miscarriage. I get a text from Bobby.

Bobby:
- You packed and ready to go?

Me:
- Oh hey there lover boy! How's your day going? Mine is fab. Thanks for asking. XOXO

Bobby:
- Ok. Ok. I gotcha.
- Hi my sweets! I miss you and your fucking hot body so bad. I can't wait to see you. How's your day going, love? Mine's terrible without you here with me. I love you, Lass. XOXOXOXO
- Better?!

Me:
- Lol. Not packed yet, but soon. XOXO

I need to finish up here. Before leaving, I run into a lingerie store. If I can't come up with anything else for Bobby, I'll just wrap myself up in sexy lingerie. That's a win for both of us.

I finally run out of the mall with everything but something big for Bobby. I'm nervous about the time. I don't want him to make it home before me because then I'll have some explaining to do.