Friday, 31 March 2017

Chapter 12: Don't Look Back

          She smelt like berries, and he wondered if she would taste just as sweet.  Would it be wrong to taste, just a little bit?  Her hands slid over his chest, searching for the skin beneath his shirt.  Tempting him to loose control.

          His arousal was growing, and he knew he couldn’t stop this.  He didn’t want to.  Feeling her body pressed up against his, her touch, only made him want her more than he could bear.  He wanted to touch her, every inch of her.

          She knew she had him under her spell, and there was no turning back now.  She had the power to turn him on, to make him do things he shouldn’t.  She was his weakness, and he didn’t even know it.

          He felt her tongue leave a wet trail from his neck to his ear, and it sent a vibration through his body.  How can she make me want her so much?  How can she make me come undone so easily? Gently, she whispered “Touch me Jon, I wanna feel your hands all over me”.

          The hot beads of water poured down his back, while the remnants of his dream floated around in his head.  Jon was attracted to Ashleigh, that was obvious, but he has felt so much hatred towards her since then.  

          I can’t entertain these thoughts of her, there’s nothing there, there never was.  It was just sex.  She pushed my buttons.  Hell, I pushed her buttons.  But I wanted nothing more, and neither did she.

          Getting out of the shower, he dried himself off and walked naked back to his bedroom to check his phone.  Jon had sent Dorothea a text late last night and had waited up for a reply, before conceding that none would come. 

11:37 PM – Jon – I want you back.  To be my wife, my lover, my friend.  You’re all that I want.  If there’s any doubt in your mind, that’s telling you to give me one more chance, please tell me.  Or tell me to move on, and don’t look back.

          He had spent all day replaying their encounter and the words she said as she rushed through the door and into his arms that morning.  She had come back to him.  The taste of her kiss, the feel of her body against his, her want for him.  Mere memories now as the harshness of her words as she left were lingering.  It was a mistake.  There is no us.

          But Jon wasn’t ready to give up on them, not when he believed there was still some doubt in her mind.  She did come back to me, she wanted to.  That’s how she felt, and that doesn’t just go away.  It can’t.

          As he picked up the phone, he could see there was a text from Dorothea waiting for him.  Filled with hope, he opened the message, only to be let down forever.

8:07 AM – Dorothea – Move on.  Don’t look back.

          There was nothing more that he could do.  Jon had to respect her decision, otherwise he would keep hurting her and that’s not what he wanted for Dorothea.  He loved her.  I have to move on, and I know what I need to do.  I have to stop Ashleigh from leaving.

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          Between the all day and all night sickness Ashleigh was suffering from, and her choice to walk away from her baby’s father, she didn’t get much sleep that night.  I’m sure I did the right thing.  He’s probably with her right now, after having told her I’m gone.  He’ll be happy now.

          The thought of Jon being with Dorothea didn’t sit right with her.  Since before Ashleigh had met Jon, she had told herself that all she wanted from him was one night.   One night to be with the man she dreamt of.  She wanted to know what it was like to be with him, to feel him inside and all around her. That was all she needed from him.

          But she couldn’t have foreseen that one night with him would change everything.  That she would conceive a baby that would forever remind her of Jon.  Our baby.  “You’ll probably have his eyes…” she said as she placed her hand on the tiny bump.  “…and maybe his smile”.  

          Ashleigh begun to realise how lucky she really was, and that maybe her feelings for Jon ran a little deeper than she first thought.  Maybe her want for him was more than just physical.  I wish he was here, that he would look at me the way he did back then, that he would be close to me again.  Not despise me for everything that’s happened.

          She curled herself up in the blankets as she let tears fall to the pillow.  Who am I kidding?  If it wasn’t for the baby, he’d have nothing to do with me.  That’s why he let me leave yesterday, and disappear from his life.  He knows he’s better off without us.

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          Jon rushed out of his apartment heading for the hotel.  He had tried calling Ashleigh’s phone twice, only to get her voicemail each time, and when he called the hotel to be put through to her room she didn’t pick up.

          He didn’t want to be seen going into the hotel, or with her, but he didn’t have much choice.  She had told him the day before that she would leave and stay out of his life for good, and that meant losing all contact with her and his baby, something he couldn’t let happen.

          Jon climbed the 5 flights of stairs, before finally reaching her floor.  He gave himself a moment in the hallway to catch his breath, still unsure of what he was going to say to Ashleigh to get her to stay.  Hoping it wasn’t too late he went in search for her room., and nervously, he knocked on the door.

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Thursday, 30 March 2017

Chapter 11: I Shouldn't Have Come Here

          Dorothea froze, as the woman who helped destroy her marriage stood before her.  “I can explain…” Jon tried before being cut off.  “What is she doing here?!”

          “Jon invited me.”  Ashleigh knew better than to involve herself in a conversation between Jon and his ex wife, but she couldn’t help herself. “You invited her here?”  Dorothea was shocked.

          “It’s not like that.  If I’m gonna have a baby with her, I need to get to know her…” She wouldn’t let him finish, her anger fuelling her.  “If it wasn’t bad enough that you cheated with that woman, now you go and bring her here, to be with her right in front of me and our kids!”

          “I’m not with her, I don’t want to be with her!  I’m only doing this for the baby you know that.  What I want is to be with you!” Dorothea wanted to believe his words, but she couldn’t.

          “Well, you weren’t supposed to be here…” declared Ashleigh.  “Shut up will you!”  What are you trying to do, destroy everything?!  Jon was beyond pissed.  Maybe it was a mistake to bring her here.  “I’m not supposed to be here?  This was my home, with my family, before you tore it apart!” It took every ounce of willpower she had to stop herself from attacking Ashleigh.

          “That wasn’t my intention” said Ashleigh as she turned away, deciding there was no point in continuing this conversation with her.  I should just walk away and stay out of this.  She doesn’t want to hear from me after what I’ve done.  But Dorothea grabbed her arm, preventing her from leaving.  “What did you think was going to happen, that I’d be okay with my husband sleeping with you?”

          Ashleigh yanked her arm out of her grasp.  “No, of course not!  But you were never meant to find out.  I promised Jon I would keep it to myself, and I knew Richie wouldn’t say anything.” Jon looked at Ashleigh in disbelief.  For fuck sake!  Why would you open your big mouth and tell her that?!

          Turning back to Jon, Dorothea was livid.  “Richie?!  Richie knew what you were up to and kept your secret?  Did you joke about it too, how you would get away with it this time?!”

          “It wasn’t like that…” he started, but instead changed the subject.  “Can we just forget about her for the moment, and focus on us?”  Please.  “There is no us!” She picked her bag up from the floor where she had discarded it earlier during their moment of passion.

          “But what about what you said, what just happened?” Please god, don’t change your mind now.  “It was a mistake.  You made yours, and now I’ve made mine.”  She headed for the door.  “Don’t say that.  Her being here changes nothing!”

          “It changes everything.  How could I think for a second that we could be together again whilst you played happy families with her?  I can’t.  I won’t!” she said, through the tears that had started to escape.

          “Dotti please!  I love you!” Jon pleaded with her, not willing to let her go again.  “You should have thought about that before you did this to me.  And I shouldn’t have come here.”  And with that she left, slamming the door behind her.


          Jon was left broken once more, leaning against the door.  He wanted to go after her, to try and change her mind, to fight for her.  But he knew deep down that it wouldn’t change anything.

          I’ve lost her again.  I can’t fucking believe this.  She had come back to me.  She wanted me back.  She kissed me.  She touched me.  She let me be with her.  And then Ashleigh had to walk in and ruin everything.  Again!

          Furious with Ashleigh and what she had said to Dorothea, Jon stormed over to where she was now sitting in the great room.  “Do you have any idea what you’ve just done?!”

          “What I’ve done?” I can’t believe you’re blaming me for your mess. “Dorothea was finally coming around.  We were gonna be back together.  Then you show up and ruin everything.  Perfect timing Ashleigh!”

          “Excuse me, but who was it that demanded I be here at 9?”  Unbelievable.  He actually gets his way, but he still acts like an ass.  “You said you weren’t coming till 11, remember that?” said Jon.  

          “Yeah well I was up with morning sickness, so I thought I would please you by being here at the time you wanted me here.  Sorry for the inconvenience.  Maybe you shouldn’t invite me over when you’re ex wife is going to be here!”

          Jon slumped down on the couch across from her, resting his head in his hands.  This is getting me nowhere.  How am I meant to spend any time with this woman when she frustrates me so damn much?!

          Ashleigh could see that she had pushed him a little too far.  “Look, I don’t know what you think I’m trying to do here, but I can assure you I have no delusions of you and me” said told him.  “Good, cause that isn’t gonna happen!”

          She was going to bite back, but decided not to.  He looked so sad.  Ashleigh had never seen Jon like that before.  He was really hurting.  She moved from her couch to his and sat next to him, resting her hand on his knee, in an effort to comfort him. “She really came here to be with you again?” she asked, gently.

          He looked up at her.  She seemed to actually care, which was confusing considering she pushed for him to cheat on his wife.  “Yeah.  She didn’t want to be without me.”  For the first time since meeting Jon, Ashleigh started to feel guilt for what she had done.  This wouldn’t be happening if I had just left him alone when he told me to.  I hurt him, for my own selfish reasons.  And I shouldn’t have come here.

          “Maybe I should just go, and stay out of your life.  The baby and I will be fine.  And you can work on getting your life back.” Ashleigh offered.  Part of her didn’t want that, but he needed her to disappear if he was going to have any chance at getting Dorothea back.  That’s what he really wanted.

          Jon shook his head.  “That won’t change anything.”  What good would that do now?  Besides, she’s the one who told me to do the right thing.  “Sure it will.  Dorothea came here for a reason.  Yeah, seeing me put her off a bit, but she’ll come around when you explain to her I’m out of the picture for good.”  

          He sat there quietly, replaying everything that had just happened in his mind, as Ashleigh took her hand off him and left.  He let her go, and in her mind, she would never see him again.

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Wednesday, 29 March 2017


Hi everyone,

I have to apologise for leaving this story behind almost 3 years ago now.  Unfortunately life happened, and I stopped writing it.

For those of you who are still interested in what happens next, I have decided to pick up this story where it left off, and hopefully it was worth the wait.


Thursday, 14 August 2014

Chapter 10: I can't stop thinking about it

Hi all.  I realise it has been a very long time since I last posted, and to the those of you who were reading this story from the very first post of the first installment, I am so sorry for making you wait this long.
 Like I said previously, I have had quite a bit going on in my personal life which disrupted my writing, 
but I'm back to it, and this story will continue, and I hope it was worth the wait.
- J -

The doors closed, and now they were finally alone, together.  No eyes on them, no one to say that it was wrong, no thinking, just feeling.  This is what they both wanted.  To touch, to taste, to get lost in each other.

She moved towards him slowly, her eyes locked on his as if she was a wild animal and he was her prey.  He shifted backwards under her gaze until there was nowhere else to go, with solid steel walls surrounding them, there was no escape.  His breathing quickened and he could feel his heart start to race inside his chest.  Not moving a muscle, he just stood there, waiting for her to make her move. 

Leaning in towards him, her body almost touching his, she could feel the heat from him.  She knew she had him right where she wanted him, alone and completely at her mercy.  Brushing her cheek against his, she whispered in his ear.  “I think we both know there’s something else I’d rather you do for me”.

Awakening to the sound of the door buzzer, Jon was grateful to whomever it was that disrupted his dream.  After everything that’s happened, and how he felt towards her, there is no rational explanation in his mind as to why he would be having those kinds of dreams about Ashleigh now. 

Truth is, he hadn’t thought about his time with her since he left Melbourne.  Even though he didn’t get back home to his wife for almost 2 weeks after that, she or any other woman for that matter, didn’t cross his mind once.  And since his affair was made public knowledge, the only thoughts he could have about her was hatred.

I did fall asleep after texting her though, so she was on my mind.  That has to be it, there’s no way in hell my subconscious is telling me that I want her again, cause that’s not happening.  If only all parts of my body would agree with that.

Looking at the bedside clock as he got up, he noted that it was only 8:43 am.  Who in the hell would be here this early?  Quickly pulling his jeans on, and adjusting himself so that his erection wouldn’t be so noticeable, he headed for the door.


“I can’t stop thinking about it.  I don’t want to think about it, but I can’t turn it off” she said, as she brushed past him quickly and into the room.  “It’s driving me crazy.  I mean, it’s supposed to be over.  Right now I’m supposed to be moving on, but I can’t”.

Jon barely got the door shut before Dorothea had her arms around him and her mouth on his.  His hands quickly went around her, pulling her in as close as he could, their kiss intensifying with the heat between their bodies. 

He wanted to ask her why, why did she change her mind and come back to him, after she was so certain that she never could.  But he didn’t want to risk her realising that she’d made a mistake, he needed to hold on to this moment as long as he could.  This was the woman he married, the only one who had his heart, he’d do anything to keep her.

She moved her hands over his naked upper body, reminding herself just how good he felt, and just how much she had missed him.  “I don’t know what I’m thinking coming here, but I just need this, needed you again”.

  Pulling him in again, she kissed him once more.  His cock hardened against her, and even though he didn’t want to push her to quickly, he couldn’t stop himself from wanting to take her right there on the floor.

His mouth moved to her neck, leaving a trail of kisses down to her shoulder, as his hands slid her jacket off.  “You want this Dottie.  You want me”.  His hands glided over her waist, up over her breasts, and then up to her face.

He stopped to look her in the eyes, for the first time since she entered his penthouse.  “You can have what you want.  I’m right here.  All you have to do is tell me this is what you want.  Tell me yes Dottie”.

She closed her eyes and felt herself get lost in him once again, the only man she’s ever loved, the only man that she wanted to touch her.  “Yes Jon.  Yes”.  That’s all he needed to hear.  His mouth claimed hers again as he pushed her up against the nearest wall.

One hand went behind her back in an attempt at unzipping her dress, whilst the other found its way to between her legs.  Wrapping one of her legs around his waist to give him better access, she moaned with pleasure into his mouth.

With one arm wrapped around his shoulders to keep her balance, she ran her other hand down his torso till she was able to reach into his jeans.  She grabbed his rock hard cock with her hand, stroking gently as he worked her towards orgasm. 

Not wanting to wait any more, she fumbled to undo his jeans to release him.  Giving up trying to take her dress off with one hand, Jon lifted it up enough to get it out the way and moved her panties aside.  Just as he was about enter her, the sound of the door buzzer rang.  God-Damn-It! 

 “Just ignore it, they’ll go away”.  Nodding in agreement, she clung to him as she wrapped both legs around him, drawing him into her.  He muffled her moans with his kiss, as he grinded against her, his cock pushing deeper with each thrust he made. 

Faster and faster he moved in her, as the sound of the door buzzer went again.  “They’re not going to go away” she breathed in his ear.  “Then they will have to wait” he whispered back.  Not slowing down, he continued thrusting into her, enjoying the pleasure that came with knowing that he had her back.

The buzzer went again.  Bloody hell!  “Alright!”  Frustrated at not being able to finish what they had started, they composed themselves, and then Jon opened the door.  Fuck!  Standing in the doorway, with her barely there baby bump, was Ashleigh.  

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