Belong to You (Cole 1)

“Yours, your bathroom is bigger than my apartment.” I smiled.

“I’ll be back at midnight for you.”

“That’s not necessary Jack. I can take a cab to your place.”

He kissed me sweetly on the lips. “I want to.”

I sighed “Okay.”

Chapter 16

Sunday morning we slept late and it was early afternoon before we got out of bed. Jack ordered room service and a pot of coffee for me. We sat at his dining room table that could sit 14 and I wondered how much entertaining he did that he needed such a big table.

“Do you host a lot of parties?”

“Here? No. The only people that have ever been up here are my boys that you met in Hawaii, and they don’t require a dining room table or hosting.” His statement peaked my interest.

“So, the five hundred or thousand women that you have…. entertained, none of them have been here?” I dragged out the word entertained because f**ked just didn’t seem appropriate at the dining room table.

I saw Jack’s face growing uncomfortable. “No, there has never been another woman in my bed Syd. You are the first woman I’ve entertained here.” He drew out the word entertained the same as I did, mocking my choice of words.

My inner goddess was delighted with the news that no woman had been in his bed before. But something didn’t make sense. “So where did you entertain the women then?”

Jack’s jaw tensed and I instantly knew I wasn’t going to like the answer. He looked down at his plate. “I keep a room on the 15th floor.”

I almost choked on my coffee.

“You keep a f**k room?” My voice was louder and more condescending than I meant it to be.

“I kept a room where I could spend the night, it is a small suite and I keep some of my things down there. It has an office in there too.” His voice was controlled and I could tell he was trying to restrain his emotion and not be defensive.

“Do you have an office here too?” I wasn’t trying to be sarcastic, but it came out that way anyway.

“I told you I wasn’t proud of my past Syd. But we’re together now and you’re in my bed, not in that room, so let’s not do this.” Jack got up from the table and stormed out of the room.

I sat for a few minutes thinking.

Jack was right, I was jealous and acting like a brat. He had been honest with me from the start and never pretended he was anything other than who he was. He didn’t deserve my judgment. I cleared the table and went to apologize.

I found him in his exercise room, running full speed with headphones on. He watched me as I walked in, but didn’t slow his pace or take out his headphones. I mouthed the words I’m sorry to him and he nodded his head as he ran. He was dripping from the insane pace that he was running at and his shirt was sticking to his heaving chest, outlining every cut of his gorgeous body. Jack kept running, but caught my eyes wandering around his body. I could tell that my admiration for his body had distracted him, but he appeared content to keep running.

I pulled off his big t-shirt that I was wearing and stood there before him, completely bare. His lust filled eyes roamed all over my body, but still he didn’t break pace.

Then I slowly kneeled down on my knees, and looked up at him under hooded eyes.

That was it. He pushed stop and was in front of me, within seconds. I pulled down his pants, opened my throat and gave him the best apology I knew how.

***

Sunday night we sat around reading the three different newspapers that Jack had delivered and I was in my glory. It felt so natural and easy and I couldn’t believe that we had only met a month ago. I hated to leave, but we had been together since Friday night and I was nervous it would be too much too fast. Besides, I had no clothes or toiletries with me and I definitely needed my birth control pills.

“I’m going to take a quick shower if you don’t mind, and start to get ready to go.” It felt awkward to say, but I wasn’t sure why.

“But you don’t have to be in work until tomorrow night?” More of a statement then a question.

“I know, but I don’t have any clothes or things here.”

“What do you need, I’ll send Mateo to get whatever you need.”

“Mateo?”

“My driver. He’s paid to be on call and usually I’m running around. It will give him something to do.”

“I need clothes and underwear, Jack. Is Mateo going to go into my apartment and rummage through my underwear drawer?”

“No. I’d have to break his fingers for touching your underwear. But I can send him to Barney’s to pick up some items that Chloe picks out.”

“Chloe?” Did this man have a person to do all of his errands?

“She picks out my clothes. I’ll call her and she can pick out some things for you and Mateo can pick up the bags.” He said it as if it was simple and normal to have people run out and get my underwear.

“That’s sweet Jack, but I’ll just go home. You are probably getting sick of me anyway, I’ve been here all day and night.” Jack froze. “Are you sick of being with me Syd?” For a second, he looked vulnerable.

“No, of course not.” I could see he needed reassurance. “It’s just, I’m afraid of taking things too fast. I know you are new to relationships and I don’t want to push you too fast and scare you away.” Jack’s confident face returned as he grabbed his cell phone. “I spent three weeks torturing myself without you babe.

I’m not letting you slip away now that I have you.”

My heart swelled a little more at his affirmation. He pushed a button on his cell and the conversation was over. He kissed my forehead as he walked out of the room talking on his phone. “Nope, not for me today Chloe, I need you to put some things together for my girlfriend.” His girlfriend? I loved the sound of that.

***

Two hours later there was a knock at the door.

I heard Jack and Mateo talk for a minute, but I was only dressed in one of Jack’s t-shirts, so I didn’t go out to see what Mateo brought, even thought I was curious.

A few minutes later Jack came back to the living room, I was camped out on his area rug, with newspaper sections spread all over the floor. He plopped a few bags down on the couch. “How about we go out to dinner tonight?”

“That sounds great.” I motioned to the half dozen bags on the couch. “It looks like I have something to wear.” I smiled and shook my head.