In The Midst of Trouble

Chapter 2

I could feel the sun's rays dancing mercilessly on my face. I groaned out loud as I shielded my face from the light, my eyes fluttering open from my incomplete slumber. How could I have forgotten to close the blinds last night? There is nothing I hate more than interrupted sleep.

Subconsciously, my hand flew to the space beside me, looking for the figure of a certain someone but it was only met with nothing my cold air. I was disappointed to say the least. My heart squeezed in agony at the thought of the broken promise.

How could he lie to me? He promised!

 

I turned to my side and hugged my pillow tightly as the tears welled in my eyes. I didn't sign up for this. This is definitely taking a toll on my emotions. I shut my eyelids before they threatened to spill. A second later, I felt a dip in the bed next to me and a calloused hand began to stroke my face gently.

I sniffed. "I thought you'd left," I murmured, and my eyes opened to Jack giving me a warm smile. He was dressed in one of his Armani suits, looking as handsome as ever with a clean-shaven face. The cologne he was wearing made my senses go haywire. I still cannot believe this man is mine.

 

"And why would you think that? You of all people should know that if I say something then I mean it. I would never do anything to hurt you Gen. I love you," he remarked and leaned down to kiss me, but I hesitated.

I looked away sheepishly. "I have morning breath, let me freshen up first," I added shyly, and he laughed. I slowly peeled out of the bed and made my way to the bathroom. His green orbs followed my every step, making me feel a jolt of electricity.

It took me less than three minutes to splash my face with water and to brush my teeth. I removed the loose bun I had tied the previous day and let my black hair flow all the way down to my waist. When I looked in the mirror, I noticed the very visible dark bags under my eyes. Let's just say I've been pretty restless lately.

With one last look, I left the bathroom and reentered the bedroom to find Jack seated on the bed, preoccupied with his phone. He seemed so engrossed in whatever he was doing and barely acknowledged my presence. Dejectedly, I turned towards the walk-in closet only to stop in tracks when he spoke.

"I don't remember you giving me my kiss, love." He mused, his green eyes locked on me and dancing with mirth.

Heat crept up my neck. Thank goodness for my dark skin otherwise my blush would have been as clear as day. Slowly, and not to mention shyly, I walked over to him. He set his phone down and stood, towering over me. Jack was freakishly tall, making me seem like a dwarf. I only reached his shoulders at my height.

With one arm he pulled me to him, causing me to collide with his brick wall of a chest. A second later, his soft lips were on me, and it felt magical. Yet again, it always did feel like magic every time he kissed me. It was slow, gentle, and sentimental. My arms snaked around his neck, and I went on my toes. When we finally broke free so capture some air, he leaned his forehead against mine with his eyes closed.

"Gosh I love you," he breathed and then squeezed my hips.

I bit my lip, feeling my heart beginning to swell. "I love you too."

He grabbed my hand after we let go of each other and began to drag me out of the room. "Wait, where are we going?" I asked, as the morning air kissed my barely clothed body. I wasn't even wearing shoes for goodness’ sake! He kept quiet and then led me downstairs and into the kitchen, where a group of women in black and white uniform were standing.