Page 100 of Prized Possession

I’m not even going to waste my mental capacity wondering what the hell is going on between them, as I don’t think I can handle much more.

Things with Chloe, over the last couple of days, since Jake left, have been both easy and incredibly fucking hard. We’ve grown more comfortable in each other's presence, and have settled into a level of domesticity that I never saw coming.

I’ve lived alone for the last few years, with the exception of Miles crashing in the room he keeps here, and I like being on my own. I’ve alwayspreferred having my own space, doing things when I want, not having to take anyone else into consideration.

It was one of the things I worried about the most when I agreed to let Chloe move in. I had no idea it would actually be the easiest part of living with her.

We just seem to move around each other with ease, like we’ve been doing it our whole lives. I make coffee and breakfast in the morning, as I’m usually awake before she is, and she returns the favour by making dinner in the evenings.

I’ve actually come to really enjoy the simplicity of our evenings together. We talk over dinner, sometimes sharing a glass of wine as we discuss our day. I’ve gotten to know her so much over the last few days, and she’s not at all like I thought.

It’s weird how you can know someone for most of your life without really knowing them at all. The more I’ve learnt, the more I like her. Though it’s also increased the rage I feel towards her parents for forcing this charade on her all these years.

The person Chloe presents to the world is who her parents have shaped her to be. They’ve not taken into account who she really is, her personality, or even what Chloe truly wants. They don’t care about any of that shit, only seeing her as a tool they can use to further their own games.

Now that she’s here with me, that stops. I’ve been pushing her to separate the two versions of Chloe. She needs to get rid of anything that was created to please her parents, and focus solely on what she wants. I know this is something she’s found difficult, but I’m proud of her for trying.

Watching the joy on her face when she comes home from another one of her baking classes is something else. She lights up the room, and she talks a million miles a minute as she tells me everything she learnt in the class, and how she plans to practise the techniques before using them.

Seeing her find something she’s passionate about has made all the shit that happened with the bet worth it, as I’ve never seen her this happy. I also didn’t realise that seeing her happy would make me feel good.

I’ve never really given a shit about other people before. Don’t get me wrong, when Miles or Jake tell me good news, I’m pleased for them, but it doesn’t really affect me.

Yet when Chloe tells me, I can feel my body lighting up, and the smile I give her is genuine.

That thought in itself should scare the shit out of me, but if I’m being honest, I’ve been so consumed by the negative side of Chloe being here, I’ve not had time to think about anything else.

I’m not even sure you could call it a negative side, but referring to it as hard is a bit too on the nose, as that’s literally what it is.

Every moment I’m around her, my dick is in a constant state of excitement. I can’t remember a time I was fully flaccid, and it’s all because of her.

I knew when I had a taste of her, I’d never go back, yet I was stupid enough to pass the control to her. After everything she’s been through, it seemed like the right thing to do. I want her to be one hundred percent certain when I fuck her that it’s what she wants.

After our time in the car, I would have bet good money on her being ready, which is part of the reason I gave her the control. I thought she’d be begging me to fuck her after just a couple of days, yet we’re almost a week later, and she’s still not asked me.

I’ve no idea what to fucking do. All I know is that my hand isn’t cutting it anymore, and I’m pretty sure my cock is going to burst if it doesn’t get the attention it deserves soon.

I had to put my own needs aside, as I could see all throughout Saturday that the gorgeous, confident woman I’ve watched blossom in front of my eyes over the last few days, was starting to wilt. I didn’t need to ask her what the matter was, we both knew.

As we sat down for our usual dinner, Chloe’s glass of wine was larger than normal, and the silence between us was deafening. So when my phone rang, I breathed a sigh of relief.

I normally try not to answer the phone when I’m having a meal with her, but I decided to make an exception this time.

When I see Caleb Santoro’s name flashing across my screen, I groan, swearing in Italian quite a lot in my head.

“Hello,” I grind out, trying to remain the professional I’m supposed to be.

“Marcus,” Caleb starts, not bothering with any pleasantries. “I’m calling to inform you that we’re going away for a couple of weeks. We are in need of a holiday.”

“Okay.” I can hear the confusion in my voice, but I’m not entirely sure why they’re letting me know.

“I just want to make sure that you will be okay on your own, with Jacob being indisposed at the moment,” he replies, and I can’t help the short humourless laugh that I let out.

“You mean while he’s in rehab?”

“Erm…well, yes. Look, this whole business is very unpleasant. It’s causing his mother a great deal of stress, and so I’m taking her away for a much needed break.”

I don’t point out that Fiona doesn’t do anything other than attend poshevents and go for spa days, and she certainly doesn’t give a shit about Jacob, so I don’t know why she’s stressed. It’s probably got more to do with how this is affecting her image than anything.

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