Jenalyn: A Splitting Personality (#2) [Complete]

Chapter 9: Jenalyn

Sunday, 8:47 A.M. 

I can tell by the way that Dane throws my suitcase into the back of his truck with force, that this isn’t going to be a good day. He slams the trunk shut, and turns to me with a stern look I know is meant to question why I’m not in his car yet. 

Without hesitation, I turn around and practically run to the passenger side door.

“Well aren’t you a fancy little West Coast Girl?” Dane asks as soon as he climbs into his truck and slams the door shut. I see his eyes travel my body, scanning the outfit I had contemplated wearing for 15 minutes while getting dressed this morning. 

“No, I-“ I immediately go to protest, but I’m cut off by a tight grip on my exposed thigh, and an entertained laugh from Dane.

“Hush, Lil Bit...” he says, allowing his hand to travel up my thigh before continuing. “The clients will love it.”

My heart twists, but Dane's hand now effortlessly widening my legs is quick to stray the anxiety waiting to accompany it.

"You going to be as good for me as you are for those marshmallows out there, Jena?" Dane asks as he leans over to me, hand still working to feel me up. 

I can't tell if I want him to touch me or not. Well, correction- I do want him to touch me. I missed him- and even if I didn't miss him, I miss the things he does to my body.

A stupid voice in the back of my head just keeps reminding me of the life I have growing inside of me. The guilt I have growing inside of me. What if he senses a difference?  

"Can I please skip out on the appointment?" I mumble after a few moments. "I'm being good, but I really just want to spend time with you- not a client." 

I feel Dane's hand tense between my legs, and hear a small sigh escape his lips before responding. "You think you're out there in California living it up with your little pop tarts for fun, Jena?" He asks, his voice much calmer than I intended it to be. "You think you're gonna spend a week here, and a week there, just reaping benefits from both sides?"

I shake my head, but Dane is already repositioning himself on his seat and putting the truck into drive. 

"Not how that works, Lil Bit." he says, frustration growing more clear in his voice. "You're a whore from Philly. You're my whore from Philly- no matter who the hell you want to be out there. I let you have your fun, don't I? Well, now it's time to pay for that."