Get it Right.

Part 5

Quick Author's note!

I will be starting school again in the next week or so, so that means that it's going to take me at least a week and a half to write, edit, and publish as I am doing all of this on my own and working and going to school full time! With that being said, part 5 will be the last I update until about the end of August! I do ask that you guys be a little patient with me when it comes to updating my story but please, if you guys find yourselves with questions or just simply want to talk or say hi - my inbox is ALWAYS open. As always, I'm super thankful and beyond excited that you're taking your time to read my book - it feels so liberating now that I've shared my story with everyone who has chosen to read it.

Much love,

M.

Chapter Seventeen: Love Interruption.
Part One: Jenson's Perspective.

     Those pictures. He had his hands all over her...my girlfriend. He had his tongue down my girlfriend's throat and his hands...his hands were on her breasts. How could I not be pissed? That's my girlfriend! That's her body! Put out on display for everyone to see. How could I not be beyond reasoning when my girlfriend's ex-boyfriend is one of the reasons why my pack - my family - is on the brink of war? How could I not be upset that he breached not only the treaty but Gracelynn's trust? What kind of man would do that to a woman? What kind of a man would intentionally hurt a woman? The door to my room couldn't have come sooner as I threw open the door and stormed inside, only to stop and help Grace out of her shoes. Once I got a look at them, it was no wonder why her feet were red. I wanted to give her a foot massage but couldn't bring myself to do it once the thought of Liam possibly touching them got into my head.

How could someone I've only met once, have this profound effect on me? How could he...how could he make me not want to touch my own girlfriend? Not because of anything she did...but because of him. How could he make me hate him and we haven't even had a chance to talk about football? I thought.

It's because he's hurt someone that you care about, Jenson. It has nothing to do with Grace and her part in it. You are not repulsed by the idea of touching her. You're conflicted with either comforting her or letting her comfort herself. You don't want to touch her and hurt her as Liam has. You don't want to tear the unlimited amount of trust she has in you. You're scared of hurting her more than you are of going to war. But little do you know that you are already at war within yourself.

You're in love with her. I started tearing at my clothes and stopped for a second when I got a glimpse of her in my peripheral. She really did look beautiful tonight. She...I couldn't even begin to explain how much she meant to me. How beautiful she was. How perfect she was. I couldn't even begin to explain it. Every time I think about her, I'm overcome with emotion. And that may not be manly to say but it's the truth.

How can you not look at the woman who holds your heart and want to cry because you know that she's yours? That you've found your soulmate? I don't deserve her. But I guess my own selfish pride has led me to honestly believe that I would rather fall slightly short of deserving her for the rest of our days together than to have her with someone who doesn't deserve her on any level.

"Is something wrong?" She asked as she took off her dress. "Is anything right?" I answered before I could stop myself. I undid my tie and threw my cuff links on top of my dresser. I sighed while I tore off my pants.

"Jenson, he was my boyfriend," She began but stopped when I cut her off.

"Did you have sex with him?" I demanded as I yanked off my shirt. She was standing on the opposite side of the bed in her undergarments.