Forever Or Never

Chapter 2 Chapter 2. Everything Changes

"Future Mrs Simpson, what would you like for breakfast?" Jake bellowed from the kitchen.

"Can I have some pancakes please?" I replied.

While Jake prepared our breakfast I got dressed and decided to look on the internet for good places to see. We ate up our pancakes, drank our coffee and then got a picnic ready for later.
I loved spending time with Jake, today we are going to go and see the Hollywood sign and then tonight we are going the bowling alley. The drive to the Hollywood sign was full of banter, with Jake slipping in a warm passionate kiss at every few traffic lights. The sign seemed a lot different when you are close, I could see the rust of each individual letter and the poles at the back to support them. The rest of the day went very swiftly leading up to the evening.

Jake and I went to the bowling alley; Jake was wearing a chequered shirt and black slim fit jeans, he looked like he was just going out for a casual meet up with his friends. We began to bowl, with Jake scoring a strike on his first go. When it came to me I wasn't very good, although I did manage to get a spare. On my second go Jake held my waist and then pulled my arm back, he then pushed it forward slightly releasing it as I released the ball.

The game had finished and so we drove back to Jake's flat. As soon as his front door was shut we started kissing again. Jake's tongue fluttered against mine, and his hands were deep in the softness of my hair, and it was like time unspooled, carrying us right back to when we first met. He pulled me against him, thinking that he'd never get her close enough, that if he could fold her inside of him, like a mother tucking a baby into her coat, he'd do it.
Taking my hand, Jake led me to the bedroom; I nibbled at his chin, his ear, touching his face with my fingertips. Jake removed his chequered shirt and black slim fit jeans, he then unzipped my black and white polka dotted dress. With each move of the zip he pulled my body closer to his

Our bodies touched as we both fell into the king sized bed. I felt Jake slip down the bed; with his warm alluring lips skimming my belly, he placed a tender kiss on my finger and then moved his mouth downward to kiss my hand. He continued to make a path of kisses across my forearm and all the way to the crook of my arm, and then turned upward, showering my skin in succulent kisses until he reached the top of my shoulder.
Jake's head rose back up to level with mine, holding his gaze, I leant in. My lips brush his. So gently it's barely a touch. But it's everything. I felt it down to my toes. Jake sucked in a sharp breath, his body going tight. So I did it again, stronger. More sure; clinging just a bit to his lower lip, and then he groans. His fingers thread into my hair, clutching tight as he tilted his head and kissed me back. It wasn't hard or frantic.

It was a warm, melting exploration, as if we've fallen into the middle of a kiss, tongues sliding, lips melding and parting in a slow rhythm, and I ignited, burning brighter than the sun. Sensation, want, need, surged through me on a moan that was lost in his mouth. Jake shivered.
His fingertips run along my neck, my cheek, and back down again, as his lips nuzzle and suck on mine. Going deeper, having more of me every time, and every time my heart clenched just a bit harder within my chest. Dizziness swamped me. I unfastened his pants and eased his briefs over his hips. He sighed, eyes shut, thinking about how unbelievably good it felt, when I gave a throaty moan.
Hours had gone by as I awoke from my fulfilling sleep, I remembered what happened last night and the thought of Jake's lips touching mine made me quiver with excitement.

"Good morning baby, how are you feeling this morning?" Jake asked with a dashing smile across his face.

"I don't know; I can't explain how I'm feeling, part of me is overwhelmed and part of me just wants to smile all day." I responded.

"well I hope it is the second one, as I forgot to tell you last night that I found us a house in Kensington Gardens." He stated.

"Omg; I can't believe this is happening, not only are we getting married but we are now also moving into together." I screamed.

"It has a built in pool, a huge back garden and many other things as well." Jake answered.

"That is amazing; I love you Jake, I really do." I said as I stared into Jake's eyes.

"I know you do baby, I love you to the moon and back; I don't know what I would do without you. You are my world." He replied

"You are my world as well; I don't know what I would do without you, I don't think I could live without you."

I leant into to kiss Jake. It was a warm kiss and felt like our very first kiss all over again. I got out of bed; put my clothes on and went into the kitchen to make us both breakfast.
I made us both oatmeal with strawberries and blueberries, I took Jake's into him and sat next to him to eat mine.

After a while I decided to get into the shower, because we were going to view the new house today. The water poured down; it dripped by my side, as my mind faded into dullness and everything was a foggy illusion. The sensation of the steamy water calmed me; I took my mind of things. My mind swirled, and it was like I was standing under an everlasting waterfall. Ever so beautiful; but it could never last, I knew that now.

Jake and I arrived at our new house, although it was more of a mansion than a house. The house had 3 floors; on the first floor there was a living room, kitchen, main entrance, and a garden, outside/inside pool, maid's kitchen, and maid's living quarters, maid's bathroom, a triple garage and a basement.
The second floor consisted of a breakfast room, dining room, study/ library, a laundry room, a music room and a party room. The final floor was mainly bedrooms; bathrooms and closets, the master bedroom had a cinema sized closet built into it. Every room in the house had a vintage style to it; even the furniture was a 1930's style.

The living room was my favourite room; it had New York themed pictures on the brown painted walls. It also had a flat screen TV, white sofas, 1930's styled book shelves, a Vincent Van Gogh painting on the wall hanging above the book shelves.

"This place is gorgeous, but how can you afford it?" I asked

"Well I have been saving up for a few years, and with the money I inherited from my dad, I kind of managed to become a billionaire." Jake responded

"What, you can't spend your inheritance on a house."

"I didn't just spend it on this house; I also bought the Wal-Mart stores franchise." Jake stated.

"I can't believe this, I love you so much" I said with the biggest smile across my face.

"I know, I brought all of this to show you how much I love you as well." He said.

I couldn't believe what Jake was telling me, how could we be billionaires? Part of me thought that now he is a billionaire; maybe he won't love me as much as he did before. But I knew I was being stupid; Jake loves me, I know he does.

Our tour of our new home had ended and we began to drive home. The drive was not a dull one; there was music playing and conversation never died down. We pulled up outside of my apartment; I opened the front door to be greeted by a pile of letters. I pushed through the hallway into the living room; my furniture had begun to collect dust particles.
I found a pile of flattened boxes and popped them up. Jake and I started to pack my belongings into boxes ready to move into our new home tomorrow.
Hours had passed, and night had fallen. Most of my stuff was packed away in boxes except from two plates and glasses and a set of cutlery, which we were going to use for dinner. I couldn't be bothered to cook so we ordered takeout.
Our dinner was finished and we were both ready for bed; we sat in bed and kissed each other good night. I laid my head across Jake's chest and slowly fell asleep, I dreamt of the first time I had met Jake