Part 52 (1/2)

He brushes the hair away from my face, looking at me affectionately. 'Kiss me.'

I fulfill his request immediately, taking his lips calmly and following the slow, gentle strokes of his tongue. We both hum in harmony. Oh this is good. But our intimate moment is broken by the loud, shrill of Jesse's phone.

He grumbles and reaches past me, still maintaining our kiss. He glances up at the screen as he holds it over my head. 'Oh, go away.' he gripes against my lips. 'Baby, I've got to take this.' He pulls away and answers, keeping himself firmly between my thighs, his free hand around my waist. 'What's up, John?' He starts chewing his lip. 'What's he doing there?' He drops a chaste kiss on my lips. 'No, I'll be there...yes...see you in a bit.' He hangs up and studies me thoughtfully for a few seconds. 'I need to go to The Manor. You'll come.'

I recoil. 'No!' I blurt. I'm not being yanked off of Central Jesse Cloud Nine by her!

He frowns. 'But I want you to come.'

Absolutely not! It's Sunday, I'm not working and I'm not going to The Manor. 'You'll be working.' I search my brain for a feasible excuse for me not to go. 'You do what you need to do, and I'll see you afterwards.' I reason instead.

'No, you'll come.' he presses forcefully.

'I'm not coming.' I try to wriggle myself free of his grasp, but I'm going nowhere.

'Why?'

'Just because,' I snap, earning myself a mighty scowl. I'm not about to start whining about Sarah and off loading trivial jealousies on him.

He searches my eyes. 'Please, Ava. Will you just do what you're told?'

'No!' I shout.

I watch as he closes his eyes, clearly trying to gather some patience, but I don't care. He can force me to do many things, but I'm not going to The Manor. I sit on the worktop, waiting for him to disintegrate under my disobedience.

'Ava, why do you insist on making things more difficult?'

'I make things more difficult?' I gape at him. It's him that needs some sense f.u.c.king into him. He's deluded.

'Yes, you do. I'm trying really hard here.'

'Trying hard to do what? Send me crazy? It's working!' I beat him away from me and storm out of the kitchen, hearing him curse as he follows me up the stairs.

'Okay!' he yells from behind me. 'You will wait here. I'll be as quick as I can.'

'I'll go home.' I shout over my shoulder, continuing on my way and shutting myself in the bathroom when I get there. I'm not waiting around for him to come back. His being reasonable and relenting to my refusal to go with him has just been trampled by the follow up of ”you will wait here”. I WILL do no such thing! I splash my face with cold water to try and cool down my raging temper. Why has he not given me the countdown? That's what he usually does when I don't conform. I hear him in the bedroom on his phone. Wondering who he's talking to, I open the door.

'See you in a while.' He hangs up, throwing his phone on the bed. Who is he seeing in a while? He stands with his back to me for a long time, his head dropped. He's thinking, and I feel like an impostor all of a sudden.

Eventually, he exhales heavily and turns towards me. He watches me for a short time before heading into the bathroom to take a shower. I stand in the middle of the room wondering what to do. He's acting strange. No countdown; no manhandling. What's going on? Yesterday was so perfect, and now I'm back to mind meltdown. It looks like I didn't need Sarah to yank me off of Central Jesse Cloud Nine after all. I've managed to do that all by myself.

Ten minutes later, I'm still stood twiddling my thumbs, trying to work out what to do with myself. I hear the shower shut off. He comes out of the bathroom, heading straight into the wardrobe without a word. I'm troubled by his defeated expression that also harbours a bit of sorrow. I think I actually want him to explode or give me the countdown. I have no idea what he's thinking, and it's the most frustrating feeling in the world.

He appears at the wardrobe door. 'I need to go.' he utters regretfully. He looks completely tormented. 'Kate's on her way over.'

I frown. 'Why?'

'So you don't leave.' He goes back into the wardrobe, me following swiftly behind.

Pulling some jeans on, he looks up at me briefly but gives nothing away. He grabs a black t-s.h.i.+rt from a hanger, pulling it on over his head quickly, before he sets about getting his Converse on.

'I'm going home.' I a.s.sert, but he still doesn't look at me. What's wrong with him? I can feel my temper flaring at his lack of receptiveness, and not knowing what else to do, I start pulling down my clothes from the hangers, draping them over my arms as I do.

'What are you doing?' He takes them from my hands, hanging them back up. 'You're not leaving.' he growls.

'Yes, I am.' I shout, yanking them back down.

'Put the f.u.c.king clothes back, Ava!' he yells.

I hear a rip of material as I fight him away, and within a few seconds, my arms are free of clothes and I'm being hauled from the wardrobe. I'm pinned to the bed, struggling against him in complete defiance, but I go nowhere. If he tries to f.u.c.k me, I'll scream!

'Calm the f.u.c.k down!' he yells, grabbing my jaw and pulling it to the centre so I have to look at him. I slam my eyes shut, puffing and panting like an exhausted greyhound. I'm not going to let him manipulate me with s.e.x. 'Open your eyes, Ava.'

'No!' I sound so childish, but I know if I do, I'll be swallowed up in l.u.s.t.

'Open!' He shakes my jaw slightly.

'No!'

'Fine,' he shouts, while I continue to struggle. 'Listen to me, lady. You're not going anywhere. I've told you repeatedly, so get f.u.c.king use to it!' He s.h.i.+fts his body so he has a firmer grip of me. 'I'm going to The Manor, and when I get back, we're going to sit down to talk about us.'

I stop struggling. Talk about us? What? Like a proper discussion about what the h.e.l.l is going on here because I'm desperate to know this.

'Cards on the table, Ava. No more f.u.c.king about, no more drunken confessions and no more holding out on me. Do you understand?' His breathing is heavy, his tone determined.

This is what I've wanted all along a clarity and understanding of our relations.h.i.+p. I'm so b.l.o.o.d.y confused. I need to know what all this is and then, maybe, I can work out whether I need to break away. And what's this about drunken confessions and holding out?

I open my eyes to sludgy green gazing down at me. He relaxes his grip on my jaw. 'Come with me, I need you with me.' He's almost pleading.

'Why?'

'I just do. Why won't you come?'

I take a deep breath. 'I don't feel comfortable.' There, that's the truth. He should be able to figure out for himself why I don't feel comfortable at The Manor. He can't be that stupid.

'Why don't you feel comfortable?'

Okay. Maybe he is that stupid. 'I just don't.' I snap.

His brow knits and he commences lip chomping. 'Please, Ava.'

I shake my head. 'I'm not coming.'

He sighs. 'Promise me that you'll be here when I get home then. We need to sort this s.h.i.+t out.'

'I'll be here.' I a.s.sure him. I'm desperate to sort this s.h.i.+t out. I'm not going anywhere.