Page 17 of Free-Falling
“Yeah?”
“Is that why you started fighting me and getting mad at me whenever you saw me?” I ask.
Ainslee chuckles. “Yeah, I was such an angry little girl and when you retaliated, I kept fighting you. You are the only person to ever really let me rage, you just didn’t know it.”
I shake my head. “I was a fourteen-year-old boy who was ready to scrap any and everybody so when you started that foul shit with me, I was for it. But damn, baby, you should’ve told me or something? You should’ve just, I don’t know, came to me, I would’ve done whatever I could.”
Ainslee turns to look at me. She pulls our joined hands to her lap. “I’m a strong girl, I made it. I did what I promised my nanny.”
“Did she used to hit you whenever we fought?” I ask.
“Yeah but fuck it.”
I grow angry by the minute. “Don’t fucking say that, Ains. Fuck! It’s not okay. None of that shit was okay. No one should raise their hands towards you, even if it’s your parents. Where’s the respect? You’re a grown ass woman with your own shit and what not. She doesn’t get the right to do that to you, if she ever so much as breathes in your direction without your permission, I will lose my shit, Ains.”
“You don’t need to do that Jag. I don’t know how to play damsel in distress, I never have.” She answers.
“I’m not asking you to play anything, I’m just asking you to let me be your husband. Let someone give me a fuck. Let me give a fuck about you, Ainslee. I’m not saying I’m fucking in love here, but shit, can you let me in? Let me give a fuck passed just wanting to fuck you?”
“Why should I?” She asks.
“Because Ainslee, rather than be stuck with each other; Let’s live, Let’s fuck, eat and do all the shit we want but be happy about it. I don’t want to be miserable. I’ve got enough shit on my plate.”
Ainslee doesn’t say a word until we reach our destination. “Where are we?”
“The most peaceful place on this Island, my home away from home, guess it’s yours now, too. Come on.” I let her go and I step out.
Ainslee comes out of the car but doesn’t move. I turned back to face her. “What, now you’re scared of me?”
She nods. “I’m scared of this version of you. I don’t know this. I don’t know you like this. Why would you want to give a fuck about me? Why? I don’t understand.”
I sigh, walking to stand in front of her. I tilt my head. “Babe, somebody has to give a fuck. That’s all. There’s nothing more.”
She furrows her brows. “I don’t know.”
“That’s fine, take your time. I know all about giving the wrong fucking people your trust. I’m not saying do all that shit. I’m just saying while we’re fucking and raw dogging it. Let’s give a fuck about each other.”
She smirks. “So, you think we’re doing this again? Raw?”
“Uh, duh! We’re definitely fucking and we’ve both seen each other’s results since we had to do it when we got married. Plus, I told you I was turning you into my personal porn-star. I just got fucking started.” I bite my bottom lip and put my arm over her shoulder. “I got ice cream? You want some?” I coax her.
Ainslee smiles for the first time since the whole ordeal with her mom. “Chocolate?”
“Got that double fudge-chocolate for you, baby.” I reply.
Ainslee laughs as we make our way in my beach house.
Ainslee
I’m so comfortable sitting, watching one of my reality tv shows and eating my ice cream that I flinch when I feel Jagger’s hand on my exposed thigh.
He grunts, “don’t flinch when I touch you, it’s not a good feeling, Ains.” He pulls his hand away.
I turn to face him on the nicest, whitest couch I’ve ever sat on. I look at Jagger who is now browsing on his phone. I kick my leg out and tap him with my toe. He shakes his head, and I do it again until he grabs my foot holding it in place.
“You know I have a whole other foot, right?” I tease.
He smirks but doesn’t look up at me. “Have you seen your Instagram?”
