Malarie's POV

I was awaken by grunts, and water pouring out of some kind. It was coming from the bathroom. I glanced at the clock, it read 3:47 am. I then looked at the other side of the bed. Jason wasn't there. I heard him cry out in pain. I quickly threw the covers back, jumping out the bed to head to the bathroom.

I walked to the slightly opened bathroom door. Jason was kneeling over the toilet. Throwing up violently. I gasped, stepping inside the room. I almost instantly grabbed his attention.

"Bab-I mean Malarie, leave I don't want you to see me like this." He croaked, vomiting once again.

"I'm not leaving you like this." I walked over to his shaking body. Dropping to my knees, rubbing his back soothingly. "It's okay, get it out."

"B-baby, it h-hurts s-so m-much." He stuttered all while, puking up last night's dinner. I could tell... I saw the pasta and vegetables.

"I know. But you will feel better once it all comes out." I continued rubbing my hands on his sweaty bare back.

He proceeded to hurl up everything inside his stomach. I even saw a few pieces of his gum in the toilet. I told him about swallowing gum. He knows it's not good to do so. He had finally finished. Jason was breathing heavy, along with being exhausted.

He literally puked his guts out, for fifteen whole minutes. I would be tired as well.

"Are you finished?" I asked, all while holding his body weight in my arms. He had fallen back on me, when he was done throwing up. "Y-yes." He spoke tiredly.

"Let's brush your teeth, so you can get some rest." I suggested. Rubbing small, gentle circles on his sweaty chest. "My body hurts. Everything hurts." He cried, letting the tears fall.

"Okay lovely, let me try to find some pain meds. Okay?" He weakly nodded his head.

I shimmied my way from under him. Standing up, walking over to his long counter. I looked through the drawers, searching for any type of pain meds. I found Ibuprofen, with Jason's name on it. I set the pill bottle on the sink counter. Going over to his toothbrush, to place toothpaste on it.

"Jase I have your pain medication. But I need your help, to stand you up to the toilet. Alright?"

"Mhm." He looked at me with his eyes half open. I could literally see the sweat dripping off his forehead. He definitely has a fever.

I walked over to his weak presence. I bent down wrapping my hands firmly around his body. Trying to pull his heaviness up. "Jasey you have to try to push up." I struggled.

He pushed himself up, as I pulled the rest of the way. I tugged so hard, I slammed my back against the counter. "Ouch." I hissed, rubbing my lower back. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to." He apologized, barely able to hold his head up.

"Hey it's not your fault. You're just muscular that's all." I chuckled.

I walked him over to the toilet, closing the lid. I set him down, feeling his hot head. I handed him two pain killers, and a glass of water. Yes, he keeps a cup in the bathroom.

"Those should start kicking in soon." I spoke, while running cold water on a towel. "This is going feel cold, but it will lower your temperature."

I soothingly placed the towel behind his neck, dabbing ever so gently. He groaned, placing his head on my stomach. I let him do it... only because he's clearly sick.

After following him to his man cave four days ago. We both are still not on "couple terms". I haven't touched him since then. I know it's hurting him, not to touch me at night, or any other time. But he knows the consequences, if he disobeys what I said. I have allowed him to sleep at the top of the bed with me. Sharing one blanket together. He already knows not to get too close, or cuddle me. He moans and groans every night I reject him. I feel bad I do, but he needs to learn his lesson.

"Wait here, let me wet it again." I took the cold towel off his neck. Heading over to the faucet. I hummed while I was getting the towel icy cold once again.

I walked back over to him, lifting his head up to me. He had dark circles under his eyes. His hair was all wet and tousled. He looked sick. I softly placed the wet towel on his head. Just hoping his fever would lower.

After trying to get his fever lower, for several minutes. It just wouldn't go down. I knew what I had to do next. It was either soak him in a cold bath. Or let him sleep naked. Now it's cons about both. If I give him a cold bath, there's a possibility of him falling. And or me not being able to hold him up. If I let him sleep naked, he may get the wrong impression. And try to do things. Then there's me... I may stare at his glory all night.

"Let's brush your teeth okay." He opened his mouth. I brushed his teeth for him. Getting all the icky tastes out his mouth. I know that vomit taste is vile. "You're are all done mister. All those shiny teeth are pearly." He weakly smiled.

I don't like sick Jason. He's quiet, sad, and in pain. Get well beautiful honey colored eyes.

I decided to ask Jason what he wanted. I didn't want to make us both feel any awkwardness. Especially him. Since he's all about his ego and doing things by himself. Although that all calmed down a bit. After me doing everything for him in the hospital.

"Uh Jason, do you want to take a cold shower?" Please say no. Please say no.

"No. I just want to go to sleep." He croaked, trying to stand up. I nodded. Assisting him, walking back into our room.

We made it to the room. I pushed him on the bed delicately. I then asked permission for the question I've been avoiding. "Er Jase?" I started off, awkward and nervous as can be.

"Yeah." He answered with his eyes closed. "Can I take off your briefs, so your temperature can drop? You're still very hot." His eyes shot open. He was looking at me scared.

"I-I I won't hit you this time for being naked. I just want your fever to go away." I reassured him.

Long story short, Jason came to bed butthole naked and tried to cuddle me. I screamed so loud, I woke up all the guys. Cal came inside mighty pissed off. Of course I told him it was a misunderstanding. Even if it wasn't. Jason wanted to seduce me. But that wasn't going to happen.

"A-are you positive? I don't want a recurrence of last time. I can't defend myself from any hits today." He frailly murmured. "I am positive. I just want you well. I looked down into his eyes. He nodded.

I raised my hands up, to easing down to his boxer briefs. I oh so subtly pulled his underwear down. Feeing his gaze on me the whole time. My heart was beating fast, and I know Jason's was too. I could see his stomach moving up and down, in a fast pace. I pulled his briefs all the way down, tearing my gawking eyes away from his manhood.

I gulped, throwing his underwear in the laundry basket. "Y-you are done now." I stammered, placing the blanket over his nakedness. "Thank you." He whispered, adjusting the cover on his body.

I walked over to my side slipping in the bed. I turned away from him. Thinking about all things that happened tonight. I helped him, I cared for him, I was nervous around his penis. But liked looking at it. How could I give in?

"Malarie." Jason snapped me out my thoughts. "Y-yes Jase?"

"Can you look at me? Please." His voice was almost pleading. I turned around to face him. Even though it was dark, I could still make out his face. "Is this okay?"

"Yes it is. I just want to say thank you, thank you for helping tonight." He grabbed my hand, planting a chaste kiss upon it.

"You are so very welcome." I rubbed my thumb along his hand. "Mal. I'm tired of being so close to you. But far away at the same time. I miss holding you at night. It's been three weeks since we haven't physically touched. And I'm not talking about sympathy hugs and kisses. I'm talking about real couple hugs and kisses."

So he knows I hugged and kissed him out of sympathy in woods. Wow he's good.

"I know. You scared me Jason... you scared me half to death. You didn't want to stop, until I yelled out rape. How am I supposed to trust you after that? You were going to impregnate me against my will. Anally at that. If you would had asked me to do anal. I would at least thought about. But you just went ahead and did what you wanted. Do you know I thought you did major damage to my butt? I was freaking scared." I rambled on and on. Just letting him know how he hurt me. At some point he had turned on his beside lamp. I guess to see me better.

He nodded his head in what looked like understanding. "Malarie I know, I always say I'm sorry. But this time I truly regret everything I ever done to you. When you told me you rather díe than stay here with me. I lost it, I cried my eyes out. I never knew how much I broken you... until you said that. I apologize for everything I put you through. I jut can't apologize for taking you, I-I-I just can't. We were meant to be. And you know it. You may not remember me now, but I assure you that you will. Baby there's nothing like us, there's nothing like you for me."

I stayed quiet for a couple of seconds. Just taking in everything he just said to me. My brain doesn't want me to forgive him. But my heart does. I finally spoke.

"Together through the storm." I whispered, allowing the tears to fall down my face.

"Yeah baby that's right. There nothing like you for me. He spoke hoarsely. Probably because of his constant puking. "Do you have any idea what's wrong with me?"

"I don't know. It could be a twenty four hour bug, the stomach flu, the actual flu. It defiantly not food poising because all of us would be sick."

"Well whatever you say. My temp is slowing going down." He lifted my hand, placing it on his head. "It sure is. Let's get some sleep. Yeah?"

"Yeah I'm tired. C-can I sleep on your chest?" He asked like a little boy, wanting a new toy. I playfully rolled my eyes. "Oh come on. And Jason."

"Thank you." He laid down on my chest. "What is it?" He asked, snuggling up into my body.

"You are forgiven." I looked down at him, meeting his shocked eyes. "Really?"

"Yes really. But I swear if you mess up one more time. I will make Cal take me home." He nodded his head fiercely. "I won't mess up again. I'll take all my meds properly. I'll treat you like a princess." He kissed my breast, through his shirt on me. I gave him the eye, and he quickly stopped and closed his eyes.

Lord give me strength.

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"Open up wider Jason. I'm not going to ask you again." I sternly spoke to him. "No I don't want to take that nasty ass medicine." He yelled at me stubbornly. Moving my hand with the medicine away.

"Fine then." I started to get off the bed. He pulled me back. "Okay I'll take it." He drunk the two teaspoons of the burgundy colored liquid. He made a face in disgust, poking his tongue out.

"Good boy." I cooed, grabbing his cheeks in my hands. I kept squishing his face like a fish. Puckering his lips out. "What are you doing?" His voice was funny. I giggled, before pecking his little pink lips.

"I wanted to kiss your little pouty lips." I giggled, still squeezing his face in my hands. "Thank you for taking the medicine." I spoke proudly.

"Yeah I didn't what to, but I did anyway." I nodded happily. I then handed him his favorite breakfast drink, orange juice.

I've been taking care of him, almost all afternoon. Alex took over watching him, when Cal and I went to Walmart to get his medicine. While we were shopping, I told him I forgiven Jason after three weeks and five days. He thought I gave in too easily. Though he had my back no matter what. I also haven't told anyone about my knowing of Jason, before the kidnapping ordeal. Although I'm sure Alex already knows.

"Do you need anything else, before I go finish wrapping presents?" I let go of his cheeks, questioning him.

"Nah I'm good. I really wish you were under the covers naked with me though." He yawned. Shrugging his shoulders.

Really.

"Seriously? I said I forgiven you, not I wanted to have... hot, steamy, kinky, rough, sex with you." I breathlessly spoke. Not realizing my mind was wandering off to naughty land. I shook my head, coming back to reality. "I uh I mean no I will not be naked with you." I tried to sound unbothered, storming out the bedroom.

"Yeah sure Miss Kinky." He yelled from inside the bedroom. Laughing to himself. Ugh he likes when I squirm.

I jogged down the stairs, seeing the guys stop talking. Okay then. I walked into the kitchen grabbing a few snacks from the pantry. I heard them talking again.

They're defiantly up to something. I don't know whether to be nervous or angry because their keeping secrets.

After grabbing me a bag of Cheetos and a pack of donuts. I headed to the library to wrap the rest of the gifts.

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Jason's POV

I laid down completely naked. Just staring at the ceiling, with my hands behind my head. Thinking about Malarie, and her forgiving me. I don't know how she puts up with me. But she does, every single day. Those three weeks were so hard. I almost thought she wasn't going to forgive me at all. That would had been such a horrible Christmas for me. Even though the gang and I, really don't celebrate any holidays.

My phone vibrated against the wood of my nights stand. I grabbed it quickly answering it. Without looking at the caller ID.

"Hello." I spoke. There was heavy breathing, but no answer. "Who the hell is this?" Again nothing, except for that nasty breathing.

"Fuck you, don't call my phone again." I was going to hang up, but their voice caught me before I did. "She's beautiful." They spoke and hung up.

"What the hell?" I tried calling back, but the number was unfortunately blocked.

I shot up from the bed, heading out the door. I quickly back tracked, running back inside. I went to my drawer grabbing some underwear and basketball shorts. I then headed downstairs, where the boys were.

"You think she likes dildos or thongs better?" One of them asked. It sounded like Chris weird ass.

"Hey what's up?" I covered my mouth, coughing loudly. "Aye man get your sick ass out of here." Za waved me off.

"Oh whatever. But look I got a weird call this morning." I set down on the couch. Looking at them, in nothing but seriousness. "What was the call about? Who called?" Alex asked taking his feet off the coffee table. Giving me his undivided attention.

"Man I don't know. They just said 'she's beautiful' and hung up. Bro she is my baby toothpick, my love." I slightly panicked, trying to keep my cool.

"Yeah uh I know.... that's your baby toothpick. Was it a man's voice?" Alex asked me more questions. I nodded my head. "Yeah it was definitely a man. A creepy one at that. He kept breathing in the phone. Then when I was about to hang up, that's when he said 'she's beautiful'."

"We just have to keep a watchful eye out for her." Moe added. We all just nodded our heads in agreement.

"So... are you going to tell us, why you and your girl were mad at each other." Malcolm raised a questioning eyebrow. I smiled, shaking my head. "It personal information." I cockily stated.

The all groaned and pleaded for me to tell them. I'm not telling a soul. I really didn't want Cal to know, but that's my babe's best friend. So he knows about our little ordeal. Along with my brother. I told him, when he seen me being all depressed and distant.

"What the hell man? We always tell each other about these bitches. You need to knock some since into her. She's turning you soft bruh." Damian scoffed, drinking some of his beer.

"She's not fucking turning me soft bro! She knows who's in charge. Just because I let her tell me off a little, doesn't mean shit. Malarie knows I don't play." I spat angrily. How dare he question my dominance?

"Psh. I'll believe that shit when I see it." He laughed, along with the others. All except my brother, who was firmly holding my arm. Damn you Alex, let me go.

I was going to curse him out. But Malarie was running and screaming through the house. She made it to the living room all wet, in a white shirt. So her yellow polka dot bra was on full display. I could tell how the guy's eyes danced in excitement, that they liked that.

"What the fuck Malarie? I spoke calm as possible. She went to speak, but was cut of by Jacob an Cal squirting her with water guns. "Yo what the hell?" I jumped up.

"Hey we were just playing a water gun fight outside. Although I think we shouldn't had, because it's cold outs-"

"Shut up!" I shouted, watching as she popped her mouth open. I inwardly face palmed at her sassy stance, she put off. Shit she's pissed. "Bab-"

"You shut up! Let me tell you something, you butt face. You will not talk to me like that, didn't we just have this conversation in the mmm-"

I quickly covered he mouth, not wanting to discuss this right now. I had to look somewhat in charge. Even though she has taken over that roll for the past three weeks now. The gang was watching us closely.

"You better watch who you are speaking to. I'm in charge, not you. There will be consequences if you don't listen to me." I spat. Not meaning anything that I was saying. I was giving her pleading eyes, so she would understand I don't mean any of it. "Mmm." Was all she could muster out. She was trying to get loose out of my hold.

"I said, Do. You. Understand?" I clutched her arm a little tighter. She nodded her head unsurely. "That's right you do. Because who's in charge?" I took my hand off her mouth, so she could say it.

She smirked cheekily, swiftly going back to her scared expression. "You are in charge Jason." She faked a shiver. Being the best actress she could be. "That's right I am. Now get that ass upstairs... and put on a dry shirt." I turned her around, and slapped her ass hard.

"Ouch! Okay Jason McCann." She walked out the living room. Running up the stairs. I let out a small breathe of relief. Happy she knew I was kidding around.

"Well shit, you put her in her place. Damn. I guess you are in charge." Damian hooped and hollered. The others just clapped their hands.

If they only knew who was in charge.

"Aye you two, stop playing in the house with water. She could fall and crack her head open. You know she's clumsy." I pointed at Cal and Jacob. They were as wet as she was. They nodded their heads, walking towards the stairs as well.

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I walked up to the library, where Malarie was wrapping the rest of the presents. I tip toed my way inside the room. I got on my knees to crawling towards her. "I know you're there Jason." She spoke still with her back facing me. Placing a bow on top of the wrapped gift.

"Wait what? How did you know it was me? How did you know I even was in here with you?" I asked confused as could be. "I can smell you from like a mile away. She chuckled, still not facing me.

"Explain." I probed, finally crawling myself to her lap. I laid my my head, on her crossed legs. "I can smell your cologne and body wash, when you enter any room. You have a very distinctive aroma. So I know when you are close." I laid there in shock.

"Wow. I never knew I had a smell that lingers." I looked at her trying not to smile. "Yes it's a pleasant smell you have." She couldn't help but smile down at me.

"I ate all my chicken noodle soup you made me." She smirked. I just rolled my eyes. Knowing she won the bet.

We had made a little bet on if I would like her soup or not. I absolutely hate soup. That's all my dad had in the house when I was younger. He wouldn't make it. So Alex and I would have to eat it uncooked from the can. Malarie's was so delicious, so tasty. I could tell she took her time making it.

Anyway the bet was to do everything for the winner. Basically be a servant to the the one who won. For a whole week. I knew what I was setting myself up for. I just didn't tell her that. I already knew I was going to like her soup. I love her cooking in general. I just wanted the opportunity to show her I care.

"I guess I have to be your little bitch boy servant then. Huh?" I faked my sadness. She bit her bottom lip. Nodding her head eagerly.

"Mhm. You have to paint my toes, brush my hair, wash all of the clothes in the laundry room. Make me food, give me kisses. Hmm take me somewhere snowy. Uh... umm, let me read you bedtime stories." She rambled all her demands off. All while tapping her chin, thinking of other things.

"Is that it?" I questioned. Still laying on her criss-crossed legs. "Um yeah. That's it for now, I can't think of anything else. Oh you have to say yes ma'am." She giggled cutely. I raised an 'I am not doing that' brow.

"Oh fine you don't have to do it... in front of everyone else. Just for me. She stated very seductively. "You are going to either kill me, or give me blue balls one day." I admitted, feeling a tightness in my shorts.

She faked a gasp. "I am most certainly not." She gave me a devious grin, while patting my hard member.

I inhaled and exhaled deeply. Trying to contain my many dirty thoughts of her and I, on this here floor. She's doing this on purpose. She knows I'm not going to touch her. Forcefully.

"Let's get started." She lifted my head up from her lap. Reaching between my legs to get the "tape".

"Oopsie. Sorry about that. Did I accidentally touch you there?" She spoke innocent, widening her big eyes. While groping me through my shorts. I yelped like a female, trying to move her wandering hands.

"Ahh just a little. It's all good." I huskily said. The sexual frustration taken over my whole body. "Are you feeling well enough to give me a foot massage?"

"I'm uh, I'm feeling a lot better." I answered in a deep voice. Trying to contain my sexual arousal for her.

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Malarie's POV

"Do you like this color?" Jason asked me, while putting a turquoise color on my toes. "Mhm it's pretty." I popped a grape in my mouth.

We were outside in the woods. Sitting on the porch of his man cave. I had suggested we come out here. Just so the guys wouldn't see him being my little servant boy. I also realized he was trying to prove to his friends, that he was still in control of me. He still is, it's just I have a say now. Jason is so naive to think it through.

"Do you want another layer on this toe?" He pointed to my second to last toe. "It's called a coat darling. And yes why not" I ate another grape.

"I am a man, so clearly I don't know what its called loser. Give me some." He opened his mouth. I waited for the the special word. "Ugh, baby can you please give me some grapes?"

I nodded placing three juicy grapes into his awaiting mouth. Today was such a lovely afternoon, the sun was shining bright. Even though it's winter time. I like this. I like us bonding with one another. He gave me the best foot massage, I have ever felt before. He for sure is very skillful with his hands.

"I'm all done. Don't move, I don't want you messing up my masterpiece. It took me two hours to do those little toes." He playfully scolded. Pointing his finger at me the whole time. "Yes sir. I won't move one bit." I giggled, giving him some more green grapes in his mouth. He sucked on my fingers as he ate the grapes. I of course squealed like a little girl.

He got up from by my feet. Sitting next to me on the porch. He slightly but loudly coughed, making me look at him concerning. "Baby I'm okay. Stop looking all worried." He spoke looking up at the clear blue sky.

"I will always worry about you. Even if I'm piss me off at you. Stop smoking. I saw you doing it when you sent me upstairs to change my shirt."

"I like smoking weed. Smoking in general. It calms my nerves. He shrugged, pulling out a rolled up blunt.

I took it away from him. Stuffing it into my back jean pocket. "Malarie stop playing. Give me back my blunt."

Being the stubborn person I was, I shook my head no. Taking the lighter out of his other hand. Putting it in my bra. He wouldn't touch me, I said he couldn't.

"I'm not afraid to grab things. I just want to be respectful and ask nicely. So will you please give me back my things?"

"I don't want you doing this anymore. You already have this stomach flu, bug thing. I don't want you to get lung cancer too." I spoke sadly. "Look please I need it. I'm getting a little irritated. And I don't want to go off on you." He pleaded with me. He even interlaced our fingers.

"Fine here." I gave him back his things. "I just don't want you to get sick. And you always talk about having babies. What if I was pregnant right now? You would be giving the baby and me second hand smoke."

"Well are you pregnant?" He asked smirking cockily. I hate when he does that. "No. But if I was, you could be putting your girlfriend and child in danger.

"But you are not pregnant, so I can do what I want sexy." He licked my earlobe. Planting a soft kiss on my neck.

I got up, making sure not to mess up my toes. He so nicely did for me. He did a good job surprisingly. I walked to the bathroom. Closing the door lightly. I didn't want to slam it, he dislikes when I do that. Plus I'm in the middle of the woods with him. I don't know what he could do, if I was rude or out of sort with him.

As I pee, there was a tapping on the door. Jason. "I'll be out in a minute." I called out, while I finished going. Nope. Mr. Impatient, took it upon himself to come in. While I was in mid wiping motion. "Damn it Jason, I said I would be out." I snapped at him. Quickly wiping myself, and flushing the toilet.

"And I wanted to come in." He spoke as if he was stating the obvious. I rolled my eyes, heading over to the sink. I washed my hands extra slow, hoping it would make him leave me for a bit.

He got frustrated and shut off the water, drying my hands with a nearby towel. "Hey." I gasped, while he pulled me into the living room. "Oh stop it, you drama queen. I just want to talk.

He pulled me to the couch. Sitting us both down. He looked at his socks, before he began to talk. "I'm sorry if me wanting to smoke came off rude to you. You're right and I'm wrong. If we ever had Jase I wouldn't want him to be in harm's way. I wouldn't want you both to be in danger." He looked up at me, tugging on his bottom lip.

Jase? Did he really just put a name on our future fetus? I don't even know if I want babies. Babies with him even.

I giggled, shaking my head. "What makes you think I'm going to name my baby Jase? Hmm? What if I want to name him or her Taco or maybe Burrito?" I laughed at grimace expression.

"Hell no, I'm not naming my children those names. Are you crazy?" He scoffed, turning on the tv. "Oh quit it. When you were in the hospital, you wanted to name our baby Octagon."

"Okay. Let's just forget about names shall we." He avoided the talking about that memory.

He was so high off medication.

"Why not? Because you were all whacked out, on medication? I saw a lot of things while you were in that forsaken coma."

Oh really? Like what?" He teased me. Getting really close to my face. I gulped looking at his wet lips. "Your boner." He frowned, not expecting me to stay that.

"The fuck you mean my boner?" He asked, while turning the volume down on the flat screen. "I mean just what I said. You would be dead sleep, and have the biggest erection ever. The nurses and doctors would literally see it pocking up." I tried so hard to hide my laugh. But his surprised facial expression killed me.

I laughed so hard, my stomach started hurting. I even chocked on air. Like what even. Who chokes on air?

"Shit calm down baby. You can choke on this díck instead." I stopped laughing, giving him a straight face. "Oh come on, you got a laugh. Why can't I?"

"True I guess. You don't have to be gross though." I poked out my tongue. "You act like you never had me in your mouth. Multiple times at that." I groaned, covering my ears in total embarrassment.

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Jason's POV

"I had a good time today." Malarie spoke, bumping her hips into mine.

"I did too beautiful." I cooed. Holding her hand, as we walk back to the main house. "Can we do it again sometime?" She looked up at me.

"Shit we can do it right here, if you want." I teased, trying to pull my shorts down. "No, no, no Jason. Not do it. But go back to the cabin and hang out sometime." She took my hands off my shorts, interlocking out fingers together.

"Sure thing baby Q-tip. Damn have I missed calling you pet names."

"Oddly I've missed you calling me them too." She nuzzled into my side.

We continued walking through the woods. Finally seeing our mansion come to view. We both sigh in content.

"So ma'am what would you like for dinner today?" She smiled widely up at me. "Hmm can you make me your yummy Chicken Alfredo Fettuccine? Ooh with those cheesy mozzarella sticks?" She licked her lips.

Fuck she looks so damn sexy. What that mouth do girl?

"Of course I'll make that for you cutie." I tickled her side. "Come on so I can feed you, your meal Miss Princess." I pulled her while walking to the door of our house.

"Tomorrow do you want me to take you to some stores, so you can get your gifts for the guys?" I asked, opening the front door.

"Yes please." She squealed, jumping up and down. Jase... can I have a kiss?" I smiled a toothy smile. Leaning down to connect my lips against hers. It was so passionately perfect.

"Baby you don't never have to ask for kisses. Baby my dominate side will be out tonight. I promise with all of my heart, that I won't do or say anything mean to you. Just give me those sexy stern eyes, if I get a little crazy. I'll calm down so fast for you."

"Okay my possessive servant boy. Now damn it make my food." She whispered, pushing me away to the kitchen. Smacking my ass hard.

Shit. Is that how it feels when I do the same to her?

I blew her a kissed as I rubbed my butt slightly. She pretended to catch it, placing it upon her heart. My baby and I are back everybody. And I think we will be stronger than ever. There's nothing like us! She's mine and I'm her's. Literally I'm her little servant bitch boy, for the next four days. Whatever you want baby Lunch Pail, I'll give it to you.

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- Hi everyone! Sorry for the wait. I hope you enjoyed reading this chapter.

- Alexis -