tight.
Jackson: Don’t make excuses for him, Lily. There is no excuse for his mistreatment.
Me: I stopped making excuses for him the first time I saw pictures of his latest whore.
I couldn’t believe I just typed that and sent it. I felt compelled to be honest with Jackson. I knew somehow that he would be able to detect any lie I told.
Jackson: So you do know about them. I wondered.
Me: I would have to be a blind idiot not to. He flaunts them. I get the feeling he is disappointed when I don’t acknowledge them.
Jackson: He likes to imagine that he has all the power in your relationship. He can’t abide the thought that he has no power over you.
Me: How do you know that?
Jackson: I’ve known a lot of men just like him. He needs to be in control and the smartest person in the room.
He pinned the nail on the head with that statement. Jackson had some insight into Brett’s character but I thought that Jackson was revealing a bit about himself, too. Jackson seemed to be in control all the time too. Why else would he presume to tell me how to handle my own husband?
Me: I imagine you do know a lot of men like him. I wonder if you are one yourself.
Jackson: There is a difference between control and the illusion of control. Maybe I will give you a demonstration sometime. The difference between Brett Wright and me, is that if you were my wife you wouldn’t spend your nights in a separate bedroom.
I was stunned. How could he possibly know that Brett and I didn’t sleep together?
Me: How do you know that? Have you been spying on us?
Jackson: I do extensive research about anyone I consider any association with. I knew a week ago that I would never trust Brett Wright, and that I had to meet you.
I could feel the flush heat in my cheeks when I read his message. I buried my head in the pillows and moaned. His words filled me with a warmth and tingle of anxiousness. He was beautiful and smart, of course I’d want to know more, but should I go there? Jackson Hart was trouble with a capital T. My world was tilted on it’s axis the moment my eyes met his, but I had a choice to make. I knew where this conversation would lead. He wanted me, he’d all but said it with his last text. Jackson was a powerful man with questionable business connections. Everything I knew about him was conjecture, but could I handle learning about him and indulging my own desires? What if the things I found weren’t what I wanted to see? What if he was a murderer as well as a criminal?
I guess I’d gone too long without responding, because he sent me another text.
Jackson: Don’t over think it Lily. I know that you want this just as much as I do. You’re as drawn to me as I am to you. Yes, you’re married technically, but you and I both know that he isn’t worth worrying over.
He’d misunderstood my silence. I wasn’t worried at all about Brett. I didn’t care about the affect an affair with Jackson Hart would have on him. I was worried what he would do to me, to my heart. I picked up my phone and re-read our conversation again. He was taking a risk by even talking to me, like this. Something he’d seen in me made him brave enough to take that risk. He thought I was worth the effort, and time. How could I do any less for him?
Me: I want to see you again.
Jackson: You will, that I can promise you. Goodnight sweet, Lily.
Me: Goodnight, Jackson Hart.
I sat my phone back on my nightstand and collapsed in a heap on my bed. What had I gotten myself in to? I had doubts, so many doubts about him and having an affair with him, but I was miserable living the way I was. I deserved to find some kind of happiness even if it was just sex with a gorgeous man I didn’t know anything about.
He better be really good in bed.
Chapter Four
I was sitting alone in my living room a week later when my phone dinged with a new message. Brett was
Jackson: Don’t make excuses for him, Lily. There is no excuse for his mistreatment.
Me: I stopped making excuses for him the first time I saw pictures of his latest whore.
I couldn’t believe I just typed that and sent it. I felt compelled to be honest with Jackson. I knew somehow that he would be able to detect any lie I told.
Jackson: So you do know about them. I wondered.
Me: I would have to be a blind idiot not to. He flaunts them. I get the feeling he is disappointed when I don’t acknowledge them.
Jackson: He likes to imagine that he has all the power in your relationship. He can’t abide the thought that he has no power over you.
Me: How do you know that?
Jackson: I’ve known a lot of men just like him. He needs to be in control and the smartest person in the room.
He pinned the nail on the head with that statement. Jackson had some insight into Brett’s character but I thought that Jackson was revealing a bit about himself, too. Jackson seemed to be in control all the time too. Why else would he presume to tell me how to handle my own husband?
Me: I imagine you do know a lot of men like him. I wonder if you are one yourself.
Jackson: There is a difference between control and the illusion of control. Maybe I will give you a demonstration sometime. The difference between Brett Wright and me, is that if you were my wife you wouldn’t spend your nights in a separate bedroom.
I was stunned. How could he possibly know that Brett and I didn’t sleep together?
Me: How do you know that? Have you been spying on us?
Jackson: I do extensive research about anyone I consider any association with. I knew a week ago that I would never trust Brett Wright, and that I had to meet you.
I could feel the flush heat in my cheeks when I read his message. I buried my head in the pillows and moaned. His words filled me with a warmth and tingle of anxiousness. He was beautiful and smart, of course I’d want to know more, but should I go there? Jackson Hart was trouble with a capital T. My world was tilted on it’s axis the moment my eyes met his, but I had a choice to make. I knew where this conversation would lead. He wanted me, he’d all but said it with his last text. Jackson was a powerful man with questionable business connections. Everything I knew about him was conjecture, but could I handle learning about him and indulging my own desires? What if the things I found weren’t what I wanted to see? What if he was a murderer as well as a criminal?
I guess I’d gone too long without responding, because he sent me another text.
Jackson: Don’t over think it Lily. I know that you want this just as much as I do. You’re as drawn to me as I am to you. Yes, you’re married technically, but you and I both know that he isn’t worth worrying over.
He’d misunderstood my silence. I wasn’t worried at all about Brett. I didn’t care about the affect an affair with Jackson Hart would have on him. I was worried what he would do to me, to my heart. I picked up my phone and re-read our conversation again. He was taking a risk by even talking to me, like this. Something he’d seen in me made him brave enough to take that risk. He thought I was worth the effort, and time. How could I do any less for him?
Me: I want to see you again.
Jackson: You will, that I can promise you. Goodnight sweet, Lily.
Me: Goodnight, Jackson Hart.
I sat my phone back on my nightstand and collapsed in a heap on my bed. What had I gotten myself in to? I had doubts, so many doubts about him and having an affair with him, but I was miserable living the way I was. I deserved to find some kind of happiness even if it was just sex with a gorgeous man I didn’t know anything about.
He better be really good in bed.
Chapter Four
I was sitting alone in my living room a week later when my phone dinged with a new message. Brett was
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