I Want You (Completed)

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Demi applied extra makeup to her neck which Jessie seemed to love since it was covered in her Hickeys. She was an animal in bed. Nobody questioned them and when they arrived early morning the next day, the house was empty and cleaned.

Demi got about two hours of sleep before she was up again. She decided she was going to make Jessie breakfast. She didn't know what she liked so she just settled on pancakes and bacon. Along with some orange juice. She wasn't the best cook, but she knew how to make pancakes they were her dad's favourite.

She debated on knocking on the door, and after two minutes of contemplating she just opened it. Jessie's room was so big there was a hallway before you entered her ensuite where her bed was placed once you walked through the door.

She found Jessie sprawled out across her bed. Sleeping soundly. Demi didn't want to be a creep and stare but she kinda, in a way, looked adorable.

She placed the tray on her bedside, climbing in the bed with Jessie peppering her face with kisses. Jessie's eye's fluttered open as she groaned.

"What're you doing in here?" She asked groggily.

"I made you breakfast." Demi answered peeling herself from off top of her when a hand stopped her.

"Stay."

That one word, meant so much to her, it caused her heart to flutter. She rested in Jessie's arms taking in her scent.

"Your food is going to get cold." Demi Stated after several moments of silence.

"That's what the microwaves for." Jessie mumbled tiredly into her hair.

"Wow I must of really tired you out last night." Demi said smugly.

"Ugh, you're so full of yourself." Jessie shot her a mean glare as she sat up in the bed.

Demi pecked her cheek, "You didn't deny it Mrs. Conway. I hope I've satisfied you as much as you did me."

She rolled her eyes taking a sip of her orange juice, "I'm sore and tired don't even try it."

Demi pouted, "It was worth a shot."

"These pancakes are really good, who made them?" She didn't normally eat breakfast but if this is what they were making, she was going to make sure she was up early enough to have it.

"I just told you I did, are you already losing your memory? I know you're getting old but..." Demi bit back sarcastically.

"Ha, ha, ha, Any schumer what made you switch careers?"

Demi shrugged, "I got bored stealing other people's jokes."

Jessie grinned, but didn't say anything and continued to eat her food. Once she was done demi left to wash the dishes while Jessie took a shower.

It was a slow day in the Conway mansion and most of the staff were still sleep because the party went way into the morning. And also the fact that Mr. Conway wasn't home.

Demi was growing bored so she took her drink and sandwich she had made heading to her room. She was greatful for the TV that was installed and logged into her Netflix account.

She was way over an hour into 'room' when there was a soft knock on the door. Jessie soon entered looking like the goddess she was. She looked between demi and the TV before smiling, walking over towards the left side of the bed. She slipped her heels off before crawling next to demi dipping her hand into the newly popped popcorn demi had just made.

"Is this room?" She questioned not tearing her eyes off the screen.

"Yup, its really good."

They watched the movie and some time during it Jessie rested her head on Demi's shoulder. In natural instinct the maid wrapped her arms around her, pulling her closer. It was so normal now even though what Mrs. Conway and demi had was just sex and occasional cuddling , moments like these demi cherished.

She enjoyed getting to know the older women, seeing different sides of her.

"Where's your charming husband?" Demi asked once the movie was finished and the tears were out of their eyes.

She grimaced, "The hell if I know. Probably fucking one of his whores."

"You deserve better, " demi suddenly said, "Why do you put up with it?"

Jessie got up from the bed, not wanting to have this conversation, "Just leave it you don't know anything."

Demi followed her towards the door, "What I do know is that I care for you and you deserve better than this! You shouldn't have to put up with-"

"You care about me? You don't even know me. You care about the sex. Don't you dare sit here and act as if you actually care for me. I don't need pity from a child." Jessie snapped.

"Why is it so hard for you to understand that I want the best for you? I may have not known you as long as the next person but just by spending time with you I can see your unhappiness. There's a dark cloud that's over you. Everyone notices it, sorry I'm not the one that's going to lie go your face and act like I don't see the signs."

"I deserve better?" Jessie laughed bitterly, "You mean you? Demi, this is never going to be anything more than what it is. We can't be together I love my husband. What we have is just lust, we enjoy getting off that's it."

Her words stung, it felt like Demi had just got slapped in the face. She knew deep down that her and Jessie could never publicly be together.

But the way she said it as if the thought of suggesting them being more than quick fucks was the most preposterous thing she's ever heard bothered her.

Demi was at a lost for words and fought the tears that streamed down her face, failing miserably. Jessie seen the tears but didn't try to comfort her, she didn't know how or at the moment care.

She stormed out of Demi's room slamming the door behind, she regretted starting something with her because anyone who seen her would know that she was falling in love with her and Jessie couldn't return that love. Not ever.