Taming His Mistress [Revised]

(18) Therapist Jake

TW: mentions of self-harm and abuse.

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Angeline's POV:

"Shadow..." I mumbled, reaching out to the body lying next to me. It was too muscular to be Shadow. I opened my eyes to see Jake asleep next to me. I was in one of his t-shirts that was a bit too big on me. We were in his bed at his apartment. The sudden realization hit me, why did I think I was in bed with Shadow?

The last time I was here, at Jake's home, was when I helped him move. Me and Kris were together at the time. We had fun painting the house before moving all the furniture in. I remember when Kris flicked paint at me. It splattered all over my overalls and some got on my neck.

"You're so going to regret that," I said while narrowing my eyes. He stuck his tongue out and I dipped my brush in the paint and flicked it on to his jeans.

"My Levi's!" He whined.

"Why wear your favorite jeans to paint?" I asked while laughing.

"I didn't expect to get messy," He whined while narrowing his eyes at me. I bit my lip and winked at him. He blushed a bright red as he combs back his perfect long hair. I motioned him to come over to me and he did, pressing me against the freshly painted wall. His mouth found mine in a battle for dominance. I let him have it for the first time. He took the opportunity and I actually liked it.

Jake walked in scaring us both.

"Great. Look at the wall!" He whined. I turned to see my body print along with Kris's handprints on the wall.

"I am so sorry Jakey!" Kris said.

"We'll repaint," I promised.

"No wait, it actually looks good. Just touch it up a bit and boom we have a masterpiece," He said while angling his hand like a camera.

Thus we kept it like that. My body print is currently in the living room. Jake has made it an erotic masterpiece. I haven't seen it since it was made.

"Hey princess," Jake said sleepily. I looked up to him staring at me.

"Hey Noogie," I said. He smiled at his old nickname. I stopped calling him that when Kris did what he did. I never seemed to be the same and I was completely okay with it.

"So are you ready to talk?" He asked and yawned.

"Mmm. Can we eat first?" I asked. He nodded and stood.

"What sounds good?" He asked while walking to the door.

"If you love me, you'll make Alfredo," I called as he exited the room. He made the best homemade Alfredo sauce. After stretching my tired limbs, I stood and stumbled out of the room after him. I followed Jake into his overly large kitchen. Even my kitchen wasn't this big. However, Jake was an excellent cook. He spent years in culinary arts school before deciding to open his own club. I walked up behind him and wrapped my arms around his bare torso.

"Pwease?" I whined. Being tired and hungry made me feel like a whiny child.

"Of course babe," He said while turning in my arms. I laid my head on his chest and sighed.

"I can't cook like this," He stated. I groaned and let him go. I slid on to the island stool and watched him gather the ingredients. He started to chop off the chicken and I turned on his iPad. Soft classical music filled the empty void.

"So what's up with you and Shadow?" He asked. The chicken sizzled and he got started on the sauce. I'm not sure what he puts in it, but it's to die for. You cannot get something that good unless you go to Italy yourself. Being part Italian myself, I know authenticity when I taste it. Despite running a club, Jake has always had a secret desire to be a chef.