Who Could Not Win the Mistress?

peace

After that trip, we had some sightseeing. Maybe a walk on the beach. It only lasted for two days anyway. Jack was having a great time getting to know me.

We headed back to Nashville that Sunday and I wanted to go back to basics with Jack. Do you want to know what I did after we got that morning coffee? Jack took me to the local tattoo parlor, because I thought I wanted to commemorate our love for each other.

Jack wasn't afraid to hold my hand anymore. He safely had me in his fingertips when he took me to that place.

"So what are you thinking about, babygirl?" He tenderly asks.

"Well. I'm thinking about getting a beautiful music note. I want to think about how music just unites us. Being with you is like music to my ears." I explain to him.

"That's pretty, Emma." He smiled underneath that black cloth mask. I can tell he was happy by the way his eyes squinted happily. I pointed to a part of my arm and googled the photo of that pretty treble clef that I wanted permanently on my arm.

My name was called and Jack followed me. I sat down and laid my arm out after showing the tattoo artist a photo of the clef.

"I'm here, okay, Angel?" He consoles me. I nodded and held my free hand. My left arm was being inked while Jack softly caressed his thumb on my right wrist.

I closed my eyes as the tattoo artist drew the clef on my arm and I just focused on Jack soothing me. I looked at the ceiling and that's when I felt the buzzing of that pen.

I didn't wince that much. I just squeezed Jack's hand and after I get the tattoo done, the tattoo artist dabs it with alcohol and puts that paper bandage on top of my newly done art.

I paid for the job and Jack held my left recently done hand.

"Was it good, Angel?" He asks as he walks past the stores as he holds my hand.

"Yeah, it's not my first time, Jack." I said in the cusp of blushing.

"Just wanted to know." He informs me. "You are so adorable."

It was okay to show off our love. He enjoyed being with me. The more I was with him, the more in love I was. I remember the moment that Jack invited me to Nashville, I knew that I was falling in love with him. I'm just glad that nobody noticed that we were together. That was the important thing.

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I thought Jack was a beautiful person. He gave a poor busker an expensive guitar after some jerk decided to damage his old one. Jack basically did nothing wrong when it came to helping people. I sat on the couch waiting for the right time to peel off that paper from my tattoo. Jack gave me some freshly squeezed lemonade for us.

"You're too kind, Jacky." I grinned and put a cigarette in my mouth. Jack was nice enough to light it for me. I blew smoke out of my mouth and smiled. "Thinking about how good you'll fuck me tonight."

"Oh, Emma." Jack developed a deep blush. "I have things prepared for you."

I moaned in a smirk and took a drag of my cigarette. "You're dirty."

"Anything for my Angel." Jack chuckles. I wore a green tee with my gray jeans as I tried to see Jack in his white tee and black jeans. He marks something on his calendar and nods. "Your birthday is on February ninth, right?"

"Yes, baby? Why?" I ask.

"Thought I wanted to do something special for you." He informs me.

"Does it involve having a lot of sex." I smiled wide and took a drag.