Saved By A King (under reconstruction)

Chapter Eleven

Jackson

How is it now I realize? I had been in that house for two years, watching her every move. But still I never knew what he had done to her. What he had said to her, the way he touched her, the way he spoke to her. No wonder she was always defensive, she was afraid. And whenever I would touch her, she would try to shake me off.

"Jackson?" I could hear a soft Knock on the door, causing me to quickly swivel around. Was she here? "I saw how much you needed me tonight...." Her seductive voice spoke to me. But she was no Angel, she was nothing like Elisa. This woman was a serpent, waiting for her pray to fall to its knees. "Let me please you..." Her hands found their way to my shoulders and before I knew it, I was down on the chair in front of my bed. "Look at me..." She whispered in my ear, but my mind was blank.

Her fake nails dug across my skin, making me shiver. I did not wanting to be touched by the woman, she knew what I wanted her for, sex. "Don't tell me you are thinking of that little girl, she is nothing." Catianna bit her lip before straddling me. "She is plain, you should know who you want....me."

With a second thought I threw her into the bed and began kissing her down her neck. "You know why I only want you...." I growled before ripping her skirt. "Love..." She breathed out as I watched her nipples harden and watch her bite her lip. "Sex." I spoke firmly before ramming into her, not taking my time. Just taking all my stress out on her.

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Adole

This money situation was getting way too out of control, I couldn't even get one cent out of the bastard. Its been three almost four weeks now! and he doesn't even care about the poor girl. Though she had become quite the problem around the manor lately, i couldn't find a job for her without Jackson freaking the fuck out. But its my job to get her busy. I need to give her a job, after all this situation is to be handled in a manor that will please me.

the lights were dimmed and my back was turned to the door. What am I doing with myself? I've become like my father, shielding myself away from happiness only to bathe in my self pity. I haven't even looked at my child without becoming disgusted with myself.

i haven't felt so repulsed with myself in my whole life. And my wife, she believes it is her fault. Milia looks at herself as if shes looking at the devil himself. But she doesn't see what i see, my angel. Its all my fault.

"Everything is!" I  roared as I threw my ash tray against the wall, shattering it.

A soft sudden knock i could hear coming from my office doors. "Come in." I quickly adjusted my tie and fixed my hair as my daughter came in with her mother. "She wanted to say goodnight before she went to bed." Milia was carrying Mary, her eyes filled with love as she looked at me. "Goodnight, Daddy." Mary whispered to me, struggling to keep her little eyes open. "Goodnight beautiful..." I whispered to her before kissing her forehead lightly. "I can go to bed, Mommy..." Milia gently set Marry down before she ran out of my office and down the hall.

"She loves you.." MIlia whispered to me, her voice seemed as if she was crying earlier. "I Know." I nodded my head before sitting back down at my desk and pulled another ash tray out. "Adole, why wont you come to bed?" she asked me, but I didn't answer her.

Instead of arguing with me, she walked over to the broken ash tray and picked up my mess before placing it all in the trash. This isn't the first time I had through one of my little fits like tonight. "Shall I wait for you in the library, or-" "I don't feel like going to the library tonight." I cut her off quickly before lighting my next cigar and looking back at my computer screen to read many emails.