The Party Invitation (Hiatus)

Chapter 12

He smirked down at her. She buried herself further into the wood, shaking her head.

"No--it can't be! This can't be happening!"

He scoffed, shaking his head.

"Why are you so in denial? It's defiantly happening sweetheart."

"You can't be Jackson!"

He smirked.

"What makes you say that?"

"Jackson had really dark brown hair, and a smooth jawline! He has amber eyes and--" She was cut off by a hand on her chin, jerking her face up.

"Look at my eyes." He said.

She did as asked, her own eyes widening.

"Amber eyes."

"Look at my hair."

 His hair was long, the bangs hanging in between his eyes. The strands glistened in the light of the sun, turning them a shade lighter.

"Dark brown hair."

He grabbed her wrist, bringing her hand to his jawline. He grazed her fingers against it, closing his eyes. She gulped.

"A smooth, sharp jawline."

"And besides." He said, brushing his thumb against her hand. He opened his eyes slightly, so they were half-lidded.  "I can tell you what you wore that night."

She lifted a brow.

"What did I wear?"

"You wore a light baby blue cotton dress, the sleeves ended just past your shoulders, the length of the dress ended just past your knees, and let me tell you..." He looked up and down her body, his lips still holding that smirk. "It really hugged your curves. You wore your hair in a tight high bun for about almost the whole dance, and let it down when you went outside, it ended about the middle of your back, and was a lighter brown back then."

She stared at him, dumbstruck. So much detail, and that was three years ago.

"So you really are Jackson?"

He bobbed his head, rolling a shoulder.

"Yeah, but my real name is Colten Rider."

He looked back down at her. Her head was lowered to the ground, blocking his view of her face. He wrapped his finger and thumb around her chin, lifting her face. It was flushed and her eyes were sparkling with unshed tears.

"I thought I was never going to see you again." She said quietly.

"Well, looks like you thought wrong." He said, wrapping her into a hug.

She wrapped her arms around him, gripping his shirt. They stood in that position for what felt like hours before he suddenly pushed her against the door once again.

"Young master?" She asked. Despite reuniting, she still remembered her place.

"Well, now that we've been reunited, there are some overdue matters that we need to bring up to date." He said, grabbing her hand, placing a kiss onto her palm.

Her cheeks flushed a small darker shade.

"What are you talking ab--mmph!" She was cut off by his lips crashing into her's.

He pulled back slightly, his eyes dark.

"Well, we've been separated for three years, that makes 1095 days." He smirked, leaning further in. "Every single kiss is one day that we've been separated. That means...." His smirk widened. "1095 kisses."

Her eyes widened as her mouth opened to protest, only to be cut off by Colten's lips pressing against her open mouth, taking her completely by surprise.

"Nmmn!!"

He pulled away, panting slightly.

"One." He breathed, crashing his lips against her once again.

She shoved against his shoulders, her knees growing weak. When he pulled away again, she was panting lightly.

"Y-Young Master...this is inappropriate." She panted.

"I don't care. That makes two." He pressed his lips against her. He pulled away. "Three." Again. "Four." Again. "Five."

Stars began to dance in front of Jamie's eyes as her knees grew weaker and weaker with each kiss. She was more than sure that her lips were swollen and she couldn't breath. She shoved against him again, trying to get a decent breath. He grabbed her wrists, placing them against the door. He pulled away, allowing her to take a gasp of air.

"I....believe that was eleven." He panted.

"Young master....stop..." She gasped.

"No. I haven't even made it to fifteen."

"I won't make it to fifteen!"

"Well, you'll have to babe." He leaned in again. "Cause I'm not stopping."

He kissed her again and again, ignoring her muffled protests. Finally, he pulled away completely, releasing her wrists. Her knees buckled, nearly crashing to the ground. Colten's arms wrapped around her waist, keeping her from hitting the ground.

"I think I went over fifteen." He said, carrying her towards the desk. 

"Young master...I have to go."

He placed her on his desk, trapping her between his arms.

"Don't call me 'young master' I want to hear my name come off of your lips." He said lowly.

"I can't."

"Why not?"

"I am in no position where it is appropriate to call you by your first name."

He chuckled, shaking his head before leaning towards her ear.

"I'm glad you're taking your role as a maid seriously. But as your 'young master' I can give you orders that you have to follow. So...." He leaned back, looking into her eyes. "Call me by my name, or...." He smirked devilishly. "You will be punished."

She paled, yet her cheeks filled with new color. She gulped.

"Colten..." She said quietly.

He smirked again.

"I love the way my name slips like butter from your lips." He muttered, burying his face into her neck. "From now on, when we're alone, I want you to call me by my name. If you don't, you'll be punished."

"Y-Young m-master---"

He nipped her neck, making her yip.

"I just gave you an order, and you deliberately ignore it." He looked up at her, his eyes flashing flirtatiously. "It seems that someone needs punishment."

Her eyes grew big.

"N-No!" She cried, pushing his shoulders.

He grabbed her wrists, placing them onto the smooth wood of his desk as he nibbled her skin.

"I'll stop once you call me by my name, but you have to beg."

Once again, her eyes grew wide.

Beg?