This is a very matured and smut chapter so read at your own risk.

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THIRD PERSON NARRATIVE...
No? She said no? Why?

"Why Jem?", Alan asks lowly not caring that the others were staring at them.

"I literally grew up in New York Al. That's my home, I can come there anytime I want. I want to explore Rome a bit. Please stay with me", Jem says half pleading.

I really wish I could stay with you Jem but my father is ill. Alan thinks to himself but he hesitated a bit too long because Jem continues;

"Please Al, Rome is your home town. You haven't been here in a long time please. I'm sure Jon will understand", she says teary eyed.

Please don't make this hard on me Jem. My dad is really ill and I don't want to burden you with my problems. Please understand. Alan thinks to himself again, pulling Jem into a hug and wiping off a single tear that betrayed her.

"I really wish I could Jem, believe me but I really left something important undone to come get you" he says in all honesty before adding "more like someone".

"I'm sorry I didn't get the last part", Jem says looking up at him.

"I said it's okay if you want to stay but you'll come back for the birthday tradition right? ", he asks in a joking tone to ease the tension.

"Wouldn't miss it", Jem says grinning from ear to ear. Her mood has obviously lightened up a ton. Alan is the best brother anyone could wish for and more.

"That's my silly girl!"

"Am I a silly girl?"

"No you're not!" Alan replies at the same time she says, "no I'm not" and they both giggle and hug for the last time.

Alan watched her join the rest of group. He watched her link hands with Jay and his blood pressure decreases. He uses every ounce of energy to hold himself in place and avoid running towards Jem and rip her hand out of Jay's.

He hopes Jem would look back one last time. Even for just a second but she doesn't and when it seems she isn't going to look back, he turns his head away and Jem simultaneously turns her head towards him. Hoping he'll look back at her one last time even for just a second but he doesn't.

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JEMIMA'S POINT OF VIEW...

Even though I really wished Alan could stay a little longer, I know I had to let him go but I wished he had looked back at me. Even if it was for just a second.

Sometimes I feel like Smacking him so hard until he realizes I'm in love with him.

The walk home was silent but comfortable as everyone was engulfed with his/her own thought.

"What will you all like to eat?", Anita announces upon our entry into the house.

"Ice cream and cake", I and Anita say.

"Pizza", Dimitri and Jay says.

"You guys order pizza and we'll have cakes and ice cream", Anita more or less ordered.

"But don't you guys dare enter my kitchen with filth all over your bodies", Anita says tiredly as she walks up the stairs.

"But it's my kitchen", Jay says face palming and this stops her in her track.

"Is it Jay? Is it?, she asks with a raised eyebrow and hands folded beneath her breast.

"If it's my house then it's my... Ouch"

I pinch him in the elbow. You don't want to piss an already tired lady man!

"I thought as much! Dimitri I want to shower and everything I need better be there before I get there", Anita says, releasing her arms from her breast and walking towards her room while unconsciously swaying her hips.

"Women! So complicated all the fucking time!", Dimitri mutters under his breath while going after her.

"What was that you said?", Anita asks getting to the top floor. She's really looking for trouble.

Their little banter goes on until we could see and hear them no more.

"Where is Alexa? ", I asks Jay while making my way upstairs too. I really need a bath not a shower.

"She is in school. Boarding school", He says un moving just staring at me.

"If I don't make it down in the next one hour, tell Anita to please bring up my food", I more or less demanded and run up the remainder flight of stairs and into my room.

I immediately discard off my dress and put it in the washing machine. I move to the bathroom and the tattoo of Alan's name catches my eye. I exhale deeply. This is going to be tough, living without Alan.

Geez! My body is all sore. I moan in utter satisfaction as my body enters the warm water. I don't know how long I stayed in the bath tub but when I came out. I felt so refreshed and alive and sore. If I hit the pillows, I won't wake up until after a millennium.

I come out and search through my few clothes. "I really do need to go shopping", I think aloud after noticing the half full wardrobe.

⬆⬆ Jemima and her  outfit above.
I decide to put on a Ralph Lauren robe against an Alexander McQueen Lacy underwear.

It's official, I really need to go shopping. How can I wear a Ralph Lauren to bed? This is the worst thing ever. When I could have been wearing a coco Chanel or something better.

"Why is your face grumpy", Jay whispers behind my ear and I jump in fright.

"Why do you love startling me?", I ask in a dry tone.

"No reason but why the grumpy face?", he asks concerned.

"I've been looking for my phone and I hate sleeping in a Ralph Lauren outfit", I say pointing disdainfully at my outfit.

"Why will anyone complain about a Ralph Lauren dress?"

"It's too cheap and why are you here? ", I say in a matter of fact tone.

"Yeah.. Um I came to give you your food, more like junk and your phone" he says pointing to the six bowls of different flavored ice cream and huge piece of cake on the small table by  the bedside. 

I scream in delight as I ignore his bad remarks about ice cream and cake being junks and also ignoring my phone.

I rush to the plate and devour a huge chunk of cake and a bowl of chocolate flavored ice cream. Mmm. I moan as the flavors hit my taste buds. Within matter of minutes I finished the whole thing.

I look up and see Jay standing there. Has he been watching me eat my food?

"Yes love I've been watching you eat your food", he says giving me his famous signature smirk and I blush at the realization that I asked that out loud.

I got up to remove my robe and hang it in the corner. I look at myself in the mirror and begin to pack my hair in a bun.

"Stop staring, it's rude go to your room", I simply state. And he does the exact opposite. He walks towards me and hugs me from behind.

I gasp lowly as I feel his hardness against my back.

"I'm hungry", Jay says nuzzling my neck and nibbling my ear a bit.

"H.. Haven't you e...eaten?", I struggle to say as he nuzzles my neck. It's hard to concentrate with him doing that.

"Yes but I want something else", he says tracing his hands down the nape of my neck and along my shoulder blades before turning me around.

I shouldn't let this happen, my mind tells me but my body reacts to every of Jay's touch. I close my eyes as I inhale his musky scent.

He turns me around and his hard cock is now leaning against my wet pussy and my full breast is also leaning against his bare chest.

I draw my hands along his tattoo, his breath hitch up and without thinking I ask; "why do you have tattoos on just one arm?"

"I've always loved tattoos", he simply states as he kisses my neck, my collar bone, my shoulder and unto my boobs. I close my eyes at the pure sensation I feel.

He lifts me up bridal style and carries me to the bead. He discards of my panties immediately and begins kissing towards there. He kisses my stomach, abdominal region. Fuck! This is so good.

"Jay!", I moan breezily.

"Hmm", he hesitates before proceeding...

Getting to my clit, he kisses it so gently I nearly died of pleasure. He inserts his left middle finger in me and begins pumping in and out of my pussy while his right hand goes across my bra covered breast and his mouth works on my clit.

"Fuck! I need more!", I say breezily.

He notices my need to cum as he inserts two other fingers inside my pussy and he increases his pace. With each thrust into my pussy, orgasms is built and just when I'm about to cum, he removes his fingers completely.

I writhe in unsatisfied pleasure as I look at him confused.

"I don't want you to cum on my fingers babe", he says before thrusting his mouth in my pussy. He swipes his tongue across the lips of my entrance and teases me a bit with his teeth.

I grab a hold of the bed sheets as my orgasms begins to build again. He thrust his tongue in and out of my pussy, going deeper and deeper that his tongue can go and hitting all my sensitive spot.

"Holy Shit!", I moan out loud.

I use my hand to support him as I push his face deeper into my pussy. The urge to say "I need your cock in me", was overwhelming but as long as it wasn't Alan's cock, I'm never going to say that.
"Jay", I whisper

"Cum for me babe", he demandingly says. 

I open my legs wider and he thrust his tongues deeper and faster until I came all over his mouth.

"Mmm! Fuck babe you taste so good", Jay says drinking up all of my juices.

He gets up from the bed and pulls me to the floor in between his legs.

"Suck me good honey", he says bringing out his... Damn.. Huge and when I say huge, I mean fucking huge dick. How do guys go about carrying so much weight?

Without thinking I put his cock in my mouth, slowly thrusting it in and out of my mouth. I also tease a bit as I slap his cock against my tongue.

"Fuck Jem! You're so good", he says running his fingers through my hair. I smile as he moans out my name and I begin thrusting his cock in and out of my mouth while massaging his shaft with my hand.

I seem to be going at a slow pace as he motions my head in one place and begins to thrust his cock in and out of me himself until he spills all of his seed in my mouth. He slowly, removes his cock from my mouth and I spill all of his seed out on the floor.

"Damn you look so sexy with my cum dripping out of your mouth like that ", he says smiling.

I suddenly feel tired and rush to the bathroom to wash up with Jay hot on my tail. We wash up and clean the room in awkward silence.

As we lay on the bed I say; "thanks Jay I really needed that you know", I say truthfully.

"Good night Jem", he says smiling and pulling me closer to him.

What sort of making out is this? No kissing! And he didn't even get to remove my bra which is a good thing because he would have seen the tattoo of Alan's name on my breast.

With that thought, I slept off with a silly grin plastered on my perfect face.

A/N
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