Talking to him feels like pushing a truck. I don't have the strength to push a truck, my hands are too small."

　　I said. with my back turned against my mom looking out the glass window of my large bedroom suite on the East wing of the Ngoma estate.

　　" Whether or not your hands are small is none of my concern, if it means pushing the truck with your small hands, you will push the truck with your small hands."

　　She responded. Turning me around forcibly with her strong hands pressed hard on my shoulders.

　　"Are you mad? He's the mayor! The mayor!"

　　She continued. a sly smile forming at the corner of her mouth. Like I was supposed to know what that meant, actually I knew what that meant. I just didn't care.

　　" I don't think I am his type, and frankly speaking... nor is he mine"

　　I walked around her to get away, not out of disrespect but out of fear that if I stood in this room any longer with her.I just might say something that I will regret.

　　" Don't walk out on me when I am talking! You stupid girl! Have you forgotten your manners!"

　　She bellowed. Digging her long fake nails into my soft skin. I could have pulled away but that would have just prompted her to dig in even further.

　　" Mommy…"

　　I cried, with pleading eyes.

　　She only glared back and pushed me down to the floor where I unfortunately landed on a note pin.

　　"Aaahhh…!"

　　I screamed, frantically searching for which part of my backside it had pierced.

　　"Hey! Are you okay?"

　　Mom was already on the floor looking alarmed with a mist in her eyes.

　　" What's going on here?"

　　A familiar voice demanded. making us jolt up.

　　"Jack!"

　　We both exclaimed. Surprised to see the tall and dark, very lean and very handsome man standing at the entrance of my slightly ajar bedroom door. Talk of the devil.

　　"Nothing, I just fell."

　　I lied, as both my mom and I got up off the floor to fix our dresses .

　　"yes she fell clumsy girl this one"

　　my mom motioned to me with a smile as big as her greed.

　　"Yeah."

　　I agreed. Not wanting to let on what had really happened, and trying to keep my eyes off his obviously reaped body that was clad in a black suit accompanied by a black button down.

　　my hands dislodged the note pin beneath my left buttcheek. Causing me to flinch and Jack raise a quizzical brow. But asked no further questions.

　　" Am sorry about that."

　　he offered. Looking more pleased than worried.

　　"I only came to tell Mrs Ngoma the party awaits it's hostess ."

　　He continued. Referring to my mom who looked at him like a meal she had proudly prepared for me or was it herself?

　　" Oh!"

　　My mom exclaimed. Leaving the room without hesitation or excusing herself. But giving me a not so secret wink.

　　" So your mom likes me."

　　He boasted. And Stepped right into my bedroom uninvited.

　　"I think she would have loved you for herself."

　　I suggested. Stepping back to avoid standing so close to him.

　　"Maybe she would have, she's a better choice than a brat don't you think?" He asked his eyes inspecting my bedroom like a detective looking for evidence.

　　"Oh! Believe me it would be a couple designed right from the pits of hell. You're soul mates." I spat venom. Not knowing if I was hurt or irritated.

　　"Bitter much?" He smirked. With much observation he spoke again.

　　"Nice room, how much of government tax aversion money did you spend to make your bedroom look this cheap and tacky?" He said referring to my mom's incredible decorating skills from the large portrait of me hanging right above my bed,to the many silver and gold verses with bright yellow sunflowers.

　　"My bedroom looks anything but cheap! And my father comes from a long line of Ngomas we own half the land in this little town of yours! We don't need any tax aversion money."

　　I responded.

　　"My bad! I forgot I was speaking to the heiress of the Ngoma fortune"

　　he replied.dramatically placing a hand on his chest and a faking a surprised face.

　　"Now that's the Dana I know! Salty and pathetic, your money always made up for your lack of personality."

　　He replied.

　　"And your money for your being a jerk and an idiot."

　　I returned the favor. Placing my hands on my hips, I asked.

　　" Why are you really here? Surely you didn't come here just to argue?"

　　I questioned.

　　"I'm here because it is my duty as the mayor to join my house with yours, for business sake."

　　He revealed. Like it pained him to have to marry me.

　　"I don't want to marry you either Jack! But I have no choice, now do I?"

　　I responded. Livid at his accusations,

　　I didn't not understand why he was so angry at my family for who we were and what we owned.

　　" I think you do, because we both know, no one can make you do anything you don't want to do." He said, Stepping closer to inspect my face as if daring me to deny it.

　　"Don't be funny."

　　I laughed.

　　"There are things even I can't run away from." I shook my head.

　　"Marrying me will be the worst mistake you'll ever make. I promise to make you cry, you're not my type never have been never will be."

　　He promised. Like I cared.

　　"I guarantee you the same love. Now if you're done with your baseless threats I'd like to attend the party."

　　I turned to look at myself in the mirror opposite from where we're standing and noticed him unwittingly checking me out. Looking slightly impressed.

　　"If you weren't so tolerable in your appearance it would have been a definite no for me."

　　He let it be known.

　　" How fortunate for me then."

　　I rolled my eyes.

　　"Yes."

　　he moved even closer.

　　" What are you doing?"

　　I turned around. a part of me wanting him to move closer and another wanting to smack the desire right off his face.

　　"Something we'll both regret."

　　He whispered, drawing me closer to him until there was little to no space between us.

　　" Stop. I don't want this."

　　I breathed. Pressing my hands against his hard chest. Hating myself for wanting him to make a move.

　　" What don't you want?"

　　He trailed his right index finger along my face before stopping at my lips.

　　"Mmmmmm…"

　　I moaned. closing my eyes at the contact. leaning into his touch.

　　" Those are not words."

　　He chuckled. His right hand slid into my curled hair to carefully massage my scalp.

　　"You can't do stuff like this."

　　I open my eyes to the look of crazed hunger.

　　"I'll only go as far as you let me."

　　He offered. But then contradicted his words by lifting me up onto the dresser drawer.

　　" The door is open!"

　　I recalled.

　　"Not a problem."

　　He moved so swiftly to kick it shut and took the initiative to lock it as well.

　　" They will be looking for us."

　　I said. Gaining some control over my emotions.

　　"I don't care."

　　He leaned in for a kiss but I dodge it.

　　"I care."

　　I replied.Sliding off the dresser drawer, but he was quick to grab me and this time my back was pressed against the wall powerless to his strength as he held me down.

　　"Jack!"

　　I cried.

　　"Dana."

　　He let go of my hands and I instinctively reached out for his white button down to unbutton.

　　"I thought you cared"

　　Smiled like a little kid who's just now seeing a woman . grabbing me by the small of my back I was now fully pressed against him.

　　"I've always wondered what they taste like."

　　I put my left hand at the nape of his neck and pull him down to be close enough to his lips, as my other hand worked the last button.

　　"They're like a bottle of Gin, intoxicating."

　　He teased my lips with kisses to the sides, his left hand caressing my right thigh,moving higher as his soft and teasing kisses become intense affections of want and lust.

　　"I don't doubt that."

　　I pushed him down to the bed and unzipped his black pants, pulled them off him until he was only clothed in his boxer shorts, I threw his white button down, vest and black pants near the bathroom door.

　　"Ooo… already with the kinks"

　　he growled. When he noticed the cuffs in my hands, and like a willing victim he put his hands up against my bed post's handles and I cuffed him.

　　"I have something especially saved for occasions like this, why don't I put it on for you to take off...or is it reap off?"

　　I teased.

　　"I like the sound of that."

　　He grinned.

　　"me too."

　　I pouted my lips and picked up his clothes.

　　"What are going to do with those?"

　　He asked with a quizzical brow.

　　"Hmmmmmm…?"

　　I pretended to think.

　　"I don't know? Burn them? And make sure both our parents find you like this. Let's see if you'll be the gloried Jack chishala they think you are."

　　I continued. Blowing a kiss, fixing my hair and making for the door with an agenda tagging at my heart.