Page 60 of Billionaire's Fantasy
I smile. “I want you for more than your body, you know?”
“I do. What’s going through your head, sweetheart?”
“Sweetheart?”
“I never call you any term of endearment and I think that this one suits you. Do you mind it?”
“I like it, Jackson.”
“Good. Now, what’s up, sweetheart? What do you want to talk about?”
I swallow before proceeding. “Tell me about her. The sparrow!”
He stiffens beneath me, his breathing becoming deeper.
“What—uhm—what would you like to know about her?”
“Anything. Everything.”
“Okay…”
He drags himself up, pulling me with him before settling his head on the headboard.
“She was beautiful. I worked with her in the army,” he starts.
I pull my hand back and stare at his face.
“Please don’t stop touching me. I will talk about her, I will just need a moment, and I need your hands on me, please.”
“Okay,” I whisper as he grasps my hand and pulls it to his chest.
Then slowly, he tells me about Jackie, his voice becoming more and more rugged the more he talks.
She was his first love. He had been with other women before her, but it had never been like it was with her. They worked together in the army and discussed in detail starting a life together when they finished their service. They were it and he was planning on proposing to her soon before it happened… before he lost her.
His voice becomes detached as he recalls the day of the accident. The loud bang when the IUD went off. Him rushing to find her and finding her gone. It had been their job to scan the area and he had done a piss poor job of it, and it had cost him everything.
He tells me about the security company he opened in her name, how he met my dad, and their business relationship.
He keeps going and tells me that the private jet is his airplane and flying is like meditation for him. It reminds him of his time in the Army and keeps him grounded.
He had not made any connections or friendships with anyone outside of the Army, except Olivia. She is his best friend.
“Thank you for telling me all this. Now a lot of things make more sense,” I tell him, tears streaming down my face.
“Please, don’t cry for me. I don’t deserve your tears.”
“I am sorry you went through that. I cannot even imagine what it would be like losing someone I was going to spend the rest of my life with.”
“What about Mike?”
I chuckle bitterly. “I thought I loved him but in hindsight, I can see that we were never going to work in the long run. We have the same passion for fitness and social media. But we never had that passion for each other. He never worshipped me like you just did. I never felt as safe and secure like I do in your arms.”
“Do you miss him?”
“No. Honestly, no.”
“Okay.”
