THE ONE THAT GOT AWAY BOOK TWO (I'll Never Love Again) (girlxgirl)

CH.THREE

Meeting you was fate..Becoming your friend was a choice..But falling in love with you I had no control over it.

_Teresa Conroy

JAYCEY'S POV

The woman staring back at me was definitely not the nineteen year old Jaycey from four years ago. My raven coloured hair had grown longer, I was slightly taller, my green eyes darker; I was just different from who I was before. I looked at the full length mirror infront of me, admiring the gorgeous dress that hugged my body in all the right places. It was a long dark silky dress that exposed my back right till where my waist started. It also exposed some bit of cleavage and my arms were bare, gladly it was a summer night. It had to have cost thousands to Eric but I knew he didn't even care, all he wanted was to flaunt me as if I was some piece of jewellery he'd won at an auction; even if it meant I was wearing close to nothing.

I pulled my hair to one side to reveal my neck, the redness reminding me that the amount of makeup I had used to cover up the huge bite mark from last night hadn't been enough. I decided to flip my hair on that side to hide the red mark because well, having my hair on one side complimented the way I was dressed. I looked at myself again, no doubt I was elegant and all but I just wanted to sit home wearing a baggy t-shirt and mom jeans. Going to a formal business party with Eric wasn't really ideal. It was to celebrate his company merging with this other huge company. I hated going but I had absolutely zero say in this situation so I was forced to play along.

I shut my eyes and took in a long breath, opening them to see Eric behind me. His hands fell on my waist and he started to kiss my bare neck.

"Eric you don't want to leave another mark there," I protested, pulling myself from him.

"Nothing makeup can't fix Jaycey."

I never liked the way my name rolled out of his tongue but there was nothing I could do about it. After rolling my eyes and succeeding to free myself from his touch, I watched him go to sit on the bed.

"She's a dyke," he said after a while of silence. Even though he'd continuously told me this for a couple of days now, I still couldn't rid the feeling I got as his voice dripped with disgust when he spoke of the mysterious woman who owned the company he had merged his with.

Sighing, I answered, "You've told me."

"And you still remember the rules?"

I looked at my reflection in the mirror again. Goosebumps flooded my skin. If only Eric knew that four years ago I would have sworn to die for love. That my heart was whipped and battered. That his wife had been head over heals inlove with a woman, I was pretty sure he'd strangle me to death.

"I shouldn't look her directly in her eyes," my voice was a light breeze.

"And?"

"If she asks for a dance, which she would of course not miss to do because you have a gorgeous wife and straight girls are a magnet to dykes," I took a sharp breath before continuing his rules, "...I'm to oblige to gain a few scores for the company but I should behave and not get carried away. "

Eric smirked,"Though I'm a hundred percent sure that you won't get carried away."

"Eric...," I called, my mind racing and my head spinning from all the thinking that was happening in my head.

"Yeah?"

I sighed heavily, "Do I really have to go?"

The answer I got started with a smile, which turned to a smirk then a low chuckle and finally a heartfelt laugh.

"Of fuckin' course darling," his eyes stripped me naked and he spoke more to himself now, "...why shouldn't I flaunt my priceless jewel if I got one?"

"Isn't the woman--Anderson married or doesn't she have someone with whom she could dance with or whatever," I questioned, not getting why Eric would make the dancing with her rule.

He shrugged before standing up from the bed and hugging me from behind. His hands roamed from my waist to my ass through the dress I was wearing. I shut my eyes and fought the urge to tell him off. My mind drifted to how I thought Eric was possessive and absolutely jealous, and this mysterious woman clearly intimidated him.

"You were great yesterday," he whispered, his arms securely gripping tighter onto my lower body, "Submissive ---"

I sucked in a breath, "I wanted to be."

"I know baby, and I loved every second of it."

"Why are you bringing this up Eric?"

His hands softly squeezed my ass and he pressed himself onto me. I unconsciously began to breathe a bit heavily, my chest moving up and down in a fast pace. He turned me to face him, his fingers tipping up my chin so I could directly face him.

"You told me not to tell you that I love you. Why is that?"

"I don't remember sayi ---"

He cut me off, "Don't lie to me Jaycey."

I rolled my eyes and removed his fingers from my chin then decided to move away from him. I put on my shoes and he just remained motionless where I had left him. I couldn't bring myself to tell him why I had said that, I regretted saying it the moment it left my mouth but sometimes when something truly bothers you then you unintentionally blurt it out. So it wasn't exactly all my fault, it's nature.

"I'm not going to say a truth I know is not entirely true. I don't remember saying that so that's it. Don't try to put words in my mouth."

I went over back to him and kissed his cheek before telling him that he would meet me downstairs. A sigh of relief escaped my mouth when I shut the door to our room. A marriage built on secrets is always deemed to never last, mine and Eric's would be a sinking boat if he found out the untold stories I carry in my heart. If he knew that everytime I zone out, a certain woman would be taking control of my mind.

A woman, not a man. I knew what I was getting into when my relationship with Belle started. I knew she had a girlfriend and one way or another shit would eventually happen, but I loved Belle. No, I still love her. But what really is love when it's not reciprocated? I was selfish, Belle was too and Samantha had to endure horrible consequences for whatever game she'd fallen victim of. All these thoughts never left my mind no matter what, and sometimes I think that maybe I just don't want them to fade away. These thoughts are somewhat a way of reminding me that I was never tied to a man before. And trust me being tied to Eric would definitely make you welcome any other thought even if it threatens your marriage.

I remember when Belle had said I would find someone who would love me in ways that she couldn't, someone who would treat me in a special way, fall inlove with me; well Belle might have been wrong because even after all these years she was still the one for me. Not even once did I forget about her but it seems like she pushed me out of her mind because she never came searching for me. I would go to visit Samantha's grave once in a while and just wish that maybe by coincidence I would run into her but that was all in vain. Belle never came back to visit Samantha like she'd promised but she did leave and let go of me just like she'd wanted to. If only I had a way to teach myself to unlove her then I would but in all honesty, I had no control of this whole love thing and all I could do was to suffer in the mercy of the so called love.