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Summer
We decided to hire a car and spend a couple of days with my parents. Jackson was still reeling from the knowledge he was a very wealthy man. It scared me a little. He was totally grounded, he had plans to invest some of it in the drop-in centre, but Iworried.
There was a little part of me nervous when Jackson met my parents; I had no need to be. My mum welcomed him with open arms, dabbing a tear away when she thought we weren’t looking. My dad immediately embraced Jack into the family. Not before giving him the cringeworthy ‘talk’ about treating his daughterright.
“Richard, I promise you, I’ll take good care of Summer,” he’dsaid.
“Enough of the father chat. Jack, let’s get some fresh air,” Isaid.
“Nothing is going to change, you know that, right?” he said, as we took a walk with thedog.
“Of course it will, Jack. That’s a fucking lot of money,” Isaid.
“And we will do a lot of good with it. I don’t want a penny of his, Perri can keep all that. That was my grandfather’s, my mother’s money that should have been given to me a long time ago. Think of all the things we can do withit.”
He listed his plans. He wanted to buy the premises the drop-in centre was housed in, and buy into the bar as a way to lessen the stress for Dexter. He wanted to set up charities to help the children that had started to visit thecentre.
It was all swimming around in my head. I had no concept of that kind of money, no idea how he would even manage allthat.
“I have an idea. Someone will have to manage this charity, I’ve never worked, Summer. But you have. I don’t want to be bogged down with paperwork and office shit, I just want to work with the kids. How hard could it be to runthis?”
“I don’t have a clue. I mean, I can learn, Iguess.”
The more we talked, the more real it all became. With help, and between us all, we could manage a charity; we could do some real good. By the time we had returned back to my parents, The Walker Foundation wasborn.
We spent another day with Mark, outlining plans for the Foundation. Perri was on board, Mark instructed a legal team in California, and Jackson called Dexter. For the first time in years, I watched him smile, laugh, plan, and become animated. His whole demeanour had changed. He had a purpose, something positive to concentrate on. There would be something worthwhile to come from all his pain andsuffering.
The more I watched him, the more I realised; that was the real Jackson. I had eventually peeled back the layers, I was seeing the man I loved transform yet again. As much as he’d told me I was emerging from my cocoon, so washe.
* * *
There wereno tears as we said our goodbyes to my parents, to Perri, at the airport. Plans had been made for visits and there was a level of excitement and desire to return and get started. Perri was going to investigate a new visa for me; technically I was about to be employed by an American company. So the hope was that a visa would be easily obtained. And if it wasn’t, we’d cross that bridge when itcame.
We flew home first class and chuckled with embarrassment as we took our seats in our jeans and t-shirts among the smartly dressed. It was to be the one luxury Jackson insisted on before we got back to reallife.
Dexter met us at the airport, full of hugs and excitement as he caught us up to date with the drop-in centre. Dylan had returned, although disappointed that Jackson wasn’t around, he got stuck into designing a piece of art that he wanted to show off. He’d also started to talk. Dexter had already had a couple of sessions with him, and although he had a long road ahead of him, progress was beingmade.
“It’s good to be home,” I said as I dumped our bag on thebed.
Jackson wrapped his arms around me. “That’s the first time you’ve referred to here as home,” hesaid.
“It feels like home now. It was lovely to see my parents, but look, how could this compare to a dreary day in London?” I’d stepped out onto the balcony to look out over thebeach.
“Sleep with me?” he whispered as he nuzzled myneck.
“Justsleep?”
I turned to face him and wrapped my arms around hisneck.
“Unless you want to take advantage of my jet-lagged body, of course. I wouldn’t say no tothat.”
“I’d love to take advantage of your jet-lagged body, sure you’re up forit?”
“Baby, don’t tease,” he said, as he scooped me up and walked me back to thebedroom.
He set me down on the bed, and I watched as he slowly stripped off his t-shirt and jeans. His muscles rippled with every movement. He’d lost a little weight over the past couple of months, which made his muscles more defined. While he ran his hand over his already erect cock, I wiggled my jeans down over my hips. I pulled my t-shirt over my head and deposited it on the floor. As he stalked towards me, I unclipped my bra and slid it from myshoulders.
