Clint Eastwood

Chapter 9

Jessie's POV

It's been 3 weeks since I moved to Georgia, and I was loving it. There was nothing better than being back in the country. Brantley and I were still going strong, spending all of our free time together. Today I was going get my hair trimmed, and make a few stops before my first show tonight. My rental car crapped out on me and I hadn't had time to buy a car yet. So like always, my savior showed up to save the day.. Again. His brother Kolby pulled up behind him in His truck. Brantley climbed out of his and tossed me the keys. "Your chariot awaits darlin." He bowed playful and grinned. "Be gentle with her." He patted the hood affectionately. I shook my head and ran towards him, jumping on him. He laughed and spun me around. "Thank you!" I grinned and kissed him quickly. Sylo popped his head out of the back window and woofed loudly. "Think he could stay here today? We're goin out riding with the boys, and he refused to stay home." Brantley asked me hopefully. "Of course he can!" I snuggled Sy and kissed his nose. Brantley chuckled while I climbed up into the drivers seat and adjusted the seat.

Tonight's show was my first live show under a new label, and I was a nervous wreck. I was pacing back and forth in my bedroom, in nothing but my pink lace bra and panties. I grabbed my cellphone and dialed the familiar number. "Hello?" He answered quickly. "Help!" I exclaimed dramatically. "I'm on my way baby." Brantley chuckled and hung up. When he walked into my bedroom, and I was still pacing, I had given Brantley a house key to come and go as he pleased. His eyes tracked my movements, devouring me. "I don't have anything to wear!" I sniffled, nearly hysterical. "You go fix yourself a drink. Let me handle the rest." He said calmly. I nodded and headed to the kitchen.  Ten minutes later he called me back into the bedroom. "Dress. Put this on. Then these." Brantley smirked. First he pointed at my bed, where an entire outfit was laid out. Then he handed me a tube of dark red lipstick, and a handful of jewelry. Then he motioned to the shoes in his hands. He kissed my forehead, set my shoes down, and headed out to the living room. I sighed happily and started getting ready. I hated having to make decisions, especially mundane ones that took way too much effort. With Brantley, I was content to let him drive. Figuratively I mean. He craved control, and I liked him having it. He knew what was best for me, and I trusted his judgement. After getting ready, I looked at myself in the mirror, I looked HOT! Brantley did good, really good.