I Can't Fight This Feeling - Jeffrey Dean Morgan Fanfic 18+

Chapter 17 - Getaway.

Chapter 17 – Getaway.

A few days later;

Emily Sanders...

I had spent this morning with Paige, and explaining what I needed from her while I am away – she had offered to look over the project at my nightclub; every day we were going to face-time calls, I feel like it is necessary now that we are on the home stretch. Opening in a months' time; I wouldn't normally go away so close to completion but it was a must. Jeffrey and I need this break. I am so excited for my club to open, and I am so thankful that even when my dad died, I had managed to keep things on track.

Now I am at home; I am double checking my suitcases – one is full of sexy clothes and lingerie; the other is full of comfortable clothes and fluffy PJ's. I don't know what the plan is for us while we are gone. I really should have asked him last night, but I feel like I am always on a completely different planet around Jeffrey.

I still can't believe that he and I are an item. For years, I had fantasized about being with this man; every single fantasy I had; not one of them had played out the way that it had actually happened. I feel like it was a trade-off – I hate the penalty that I had, had to pay, to get the man that I have always wanted.

Is it possible that this is the only way that I could have ever gotten Jeffrey? I am not stupid enough to think that he had been harbouring feelings all these years, I just wonder what would have happened if my dad was still here? I can guess; my dad would hate thrown one hell of a fit – and I hate to say it, but I expect, that my dad's friendship with Jeffrey would be done. I hate that I think that way, but I know my dad better than I know anyone. I would never put any of us in that position. I hate the way I am feeling, I hate that my dad is gone and he can't see just how happy, Jeffrey, makes me, I hate that this is my life now, I have to do all the things that I have too, whether or not I needed my dad for, I miss him – I had always been excited for him to walk me down the aisle, when the time comes, I had wanted him to see the club when it was finished, to hold his grand-kids, to watch them grow up.

And here come the tears again.

Flopping on to the bed – I allowed the tears to come, I don't want to hide, I don't want to paper over it, because it would just make it much worse in the long run. Hopefully this will ensure that I have no break-downs while I am away with Jeffrey; although it's not like – I can't cry in front of him, because well let's face it, I have been leaning on him since my dad died.

With my eyes stuck on the ceiling; my mind is running over memories, my cherished memories of my dad. I can't be more thankful for all that my dad and I had shared with one another and now that he is gone, my memories are even more cherished. The sound of my phone ringing tore me from those memories, reaching to the nightstand where my phone is charging, I see withheld on my screen, but since I am doing this big project with getting the nightclub sorted; I have to answer all numbers.

"Hello?" I answered on the fourth ring, but there was no reply, "hello?" I asked again; but still nothing, not even heavy breathing, no back-ground noise, nothing but an empty abyss, "hello, is anyone there?"

Ending the call, I placed the phone back on the nightstand. I jump up from the bed, and head into my walk-in wardrobe, I need some more comfortable clothes to pack. I am so excited about this, I just can't wait to be alone with Jeffrey, like completely alone, with no fear of his daughters, my friends, walking in on us.

"HELLO?" speak of the devil, my very sexy devil, called out from downstairs.

"UP HERE!" I called back – I couldn't afford to say anything affectionate, due to the possibility of Paige being with him.