Everything You Need: Everything For You Trilogy Book 1 Read Free

experience, I think I’m handling things rather well.
    “How then?” One of his eyebrows arches.
    Fantasy Jack is rather sweet when he looks confused. He almost makes me forget what an obnoxiously cold, control freak the real one is.
    “With you wanting my body desperately and me fighting you off but only until you’re really sorry. That’s how.” If I know it, he should, surely? We’ve been through this dream together hundreds of times.
    Jack’s lips curve. He has such a sexy mouth. I reach out and touch my fingertips to his lips.
    “When you sober up, it’s you who’s going to be sorry. And why would you be fighting me off anyway?” he asks, removing my fingers from his face and holding them in his.
    “Because I hate you.” I push him away from me as I remember why. The familiar feelings of devastation overwhelm me in a rush. I adored him so much, I thought he cared about me too but he abandoned me without looking back.
    His smile disappears. “Too bad. I’m going to change that too.”
    I glare up at him. “Where’s my drink?”
    Jack picks up the glass from the cabinet and holds it to my lips while I take a huge desperate swallow. And choke. I cough as it goes down the wrong way then glower at him.
    “Are you trying to poison me?” I croak. “It’s water.”
    “I know it’s water and you’re going to get it down you. All of it.”
    “I want vodka.” I clamp my lips together and shake my head.
    “You’ve had quite enough vodka.” He sounds adamant. “And enough time to grow up and discover what you want from life. It isn’t this.”
    I stare at him incredulously. Who the hell is this weird phantom? I kick my legs out from under the duvet preparing to drag myself to the kitchen if necessary and get my own damned drink of preference. “I haven’t had nearly enough. You’re still here.”
    He forces me back into bed which is hardly difficult when I can barely stand.
    “I hoped it might have been a previously opened bottle you were drinking from. You’re pretty drunk.”
    “A pretty drunk?” I try to smile. I’m not sure I succeed. His frown grows deeper but this is more like my usual illusionary Jack. Complimentary.
    “Completely drunk. You look a mess.”
    I’m not certain, because I’m confused enough already, but I’m not sure it’s a good sign when even your own hallucination tells you you’re a drunken mess, rather than reassures you he’ll die in agony if he can’t have your body lying beneath his. My delusion definitely isn’t obeying the rules tonight.
    “Don’t bother to stay if all you’re going to do is criticise. You can puff off back where you came from.”
    “Puff off, is it?” He laughs mirthlessly. “You’ve no idea how angry I am that you’d pull a stunt like this.”
    “It’s no-one’s business,” I tell him. “I can look after myself.”
    “It’s clear to me you can’t. Someone needs to be here. What would Harry think?”
    We face off for a few seconds, mulishly, before my expression crumples. I start to cry thinking of Harry Caid, who raised me since I was nine years old and real Jack, who dumped me when I was eighteen and love-struck. Both gone from my life.
    I don’t even question why my mirage of Jack gathers me up into his arms and holds me tight against him. Hallucinations are allowed to do anything you want them to. I sob quietly into the front of his shirt until I’m done and wipe my wet eyes on his silk tie. He doesn’t stop me.
    He strokes my hair back from my face over and over in a soothingly rhythmic caress. “Hush now. Harry wouldn’t want you to be doing this to yourself.”
    I figure hallucinations have complete insight into the workings of your lucid brain because that much is true. News of Harry’s heart attack reached me just a few months ago.
    “He said he was doing fine.” I shudder out the words.
    “He had the best medical care available. There was nothing you could have done better.”
    “I could have taken