The Breaking Point

Neglect and Regret

Jacob's POV:

It's been five days since I went to The Ballroom, Trevor gave me those five days off. And I've been doing nothing but spending those days with Ciara. She deserves it, I mean for the past month Trevor worked me like a slave and I had a show every night; with encores. Whenever Ciara wants to hang out, I'm too tired to even get out of bed, I've required so many bags under my eyes that my bags have bags. I have officially became nocturnal and Ciara thinks it's unhealthy. I agree, coffee could only do so much, I drink at least 7 cups a day so I can keep myself up for rehearsals, photo shoots, and meet and greets.

Trevor has me working my ass off day and night and I barely get five hours of sleep; if I'm lucky I'd get seven. That rarely happens though. I feel so bad that Ciara and I never have time for each other, our schedules are all messed up and whenever someone's free, the other one isn't. I only have a certain amount of time off in a day, but Ciara's too busy with work and all.

Today was the fourth out of fifth day and Ciara and I were taking a stroll in the park. The weather was just right, and I enjoyed the slight occasional breezes of cool air. We walked in the field holding hands, a comfortable silence followed until Ciara sighed.

Ciara: I have something that I want to get off my chest Jacob, but I'm not sure how to start off.

Jacob: Just spill out you feelings and don't hold back.

Ciara: I hate your job.

Jacob: Me too. You have no idea.

I chuckled and Ciara stopped walking.

Ciara: I'm serious Jacob, I really do. I hate that Trevor is working you to death, I hate that we barely have time for each other, I hate you coming home so late and being so tired, and I hate seeing you look like you're on crack because of your exhaustion. It's really bothering me having to watch you go through that. I don't like seeing you barely keep your eyes open in the mornings. If you're Trevor's most prize possession, why does he treat you his personal slave Jacob? Why do you let him?

I wish I could answer that. Why do I let him treat me this way? After all the things I do for him, he treats me like a peasant. If anything, he should at least give me the days off that I deserve, I do way to much for him. There isn't a reason for him to treat me this way, just call me up whenever he needs me to make his money, and I only get 30%.

Ciara: Jacob, say something.

Jacob: You're right. I hate that I can't spend as much time with you; you don't deserve this. But I'll make it up to you, I'm taking another week off.

Ciara: Can you do that?

Jacob: Of course I can! I don't see why boy after all the things I've done for Trevor, he owes me one.

Ciara: Well okay then.

We continued our stroll through the park and talked all the way home.

......

It's been 3 days into the new week and I've still haven't gone to the club. I don't feel the least bit guilty about it either, like I said Trevor owes me one, he'll get over it.

I've been getting dinner ready for Ciara when she gets home, she had a huge fashion show to work on and she's been up countless nights. Since today was the fashion show, she deserved to take a break for all her hard work.

I prepared a candlelight dinner, with her favorite, steak with mashed potatoes and macaroni and cheese. Very weird combo, but it doesn't taste half bad together. Then after dinner, I planned a little something special upstairs, hopefully she'd be in the mood for it. I mean we never had sex before, just kissing and a little touching here and there. Since I got the days off that I need, I'm refreshed and tonight would be the perfect moment. I'm so excited, I hope everything goes as planned.