Broken Pieces by L. S. (cat reading book TXT) 📕

"Everything is fine. I had a very nice trip." I assured him.

I am really trying my best to act comfortable around him. This is my home now. He is the one who will take care of me now so I shouldn't feel anxious or awkward right?

"Martha said you weren't feeling well."

Of course Martha told him. He is her boss. For sure she reports to him from time to time.

"I felt a bit dizzy earlier. It was my first time to be on a plane so I was a little jumpy about it but I was able to take a nap so I think I'm good now." I told him.

"Are you sure? I can take you to the hospital or we can call Dr. Stuart to have you checked."

I shook my head. I am feeling so much better now after taking a nap and the medicine Martha gave me. I don't want to inconvenience him for worrying too much about me. Though, I appreciate what his concern there is really no need for me to be checked by a doctor.

"I am fine. Martha gave me some pills so I'm really good now. Please don't worry about me."I convinced him.

He took a deep breath as he rubs his palms on my arm trying to make me warm.

"Alright, but if your dizziness continues, you let me know alright?"

I slightly nod. I am not used to these kinds of things. The feeling of being protected and cared for is very much new to me. So I don't have any idea on how to respond to him properly. I don't want him to think that I am being ungrateful because I am not. I am really thankful for everything he is doing for me.

"I will. Thank you." I whispered.

"Okay." He glanced at his wristwatch. "Well, time for dinner. Come here."

He pulled me towards the kitchen. I immediately smelled the aroma of cheese and pepper and garlic. There are two plates neatly set on the breakfast bar. Beside the plates are the perfect set of spoon, fork and steak knife. There are also two wine glasses per side of each plate.

Carter gestured me to seat on the bar stool. So I did. Then he took the seat right beside me. He reached for my hands that I placed on my lap and gently kissed them. Another thing I am not used to is the feeling of affection. Though, way back in St. Louis I had Max who gave affection towards me but it was quick and we only went out once. But Carter's affection is pretty much superb, he kisses and holds me every time he gets the chance.

Martha walked out from the other kitchen with a silver platter of a whole roasted chicken with grilled lemons in hand. She gave us her warmest smile. She is still wearing the same clothes I saw her with earlier.

"Good evening Mr. Greene, Miss Jillian." She greeted us politely while she puts the platter down in front of us.

"Good evening," I replied while Carter gave him a slight nod.

Martha walked back to the kitchen, Carter stood up and went to the wine rack. He took a bottle of wine from there and went back to the breakfast bar. Martha came out of the kitchen bringing a big bowl of tossed salad to us. She placed it down beside the platter of roasted chicken.

"Looks delicious Martha" Carter said.

Martha smiled.

"Thank you Mr. Greene. Do you a corkscrew for the wine?" she asked.

Carter nodded. Martha pulled out the drawer beside the cupboard and took the corkscrew out. She politely handed it to Carter, he started unlocking the wine cap using the corkscrew while Martha made her way back to the kitchen. I silently sat there just watching them the whole time.

Carter poured the wine on each of our glasses.

"Here" he handed me the glass.

I was hesitant to take it because I don't really drink, though I drink a shot of tequila or a bottle of beer when I was still working at the club. I never liked the taste of alcohol but I didn't want to say no to Carter so I took the glass from his hand and taste a bit of it.

The wine was sweet though there's something on it that draws a line on my throat. I slightly shook my head and took a deep breath.

"You don't like it?" he asked.

"I'm not really a drinker." I told him.

He smiled a bit.

"It's just a wine. You won't get drunk to it. I promised." He explained.

I nodded. The wine taste good but if I have a choice I'd rather not to drink but I don't have the courage to let him know that.

"You don't like it, do you?"

He noticed I was half hearted with the wine. I took that chance to shake my head.

"I'm sorry." I said softly.

He took my hands again and put them on his chest. I can feel his heart beating.

"Jillian, if you want something or you don't want something, you can tell me." He said. "I took you here because I like you and I don't want you to feel uncomfortable around me. I am going to take care of you, I want you to treat me like I am someone you can trust, not someone you owe something to. I want you to know me and I want to know you too. So let's give each other a chance."

I can feel how much he meant every word he said. I know I am the one who is having a hard time acting comfortable around him and I don't want him to be disappointed in me. I don't want to ruin this thing because I can't be used to the things I never experience before.

I gave him a slight nod.

"Good girl," he whispered then kissed my lips.

It was a quick peck on my lips.

"Let's eat, I'm starving"

I nodded. Then we started to eat the mouth watering dish Martha prepared for us.

After eating dinner, Martha cleaned the kitchen up and asked permission to head home. She lives a few blocks from here with her Aunt. Every day she is being fetched from her Aunt's by around three in the afternoon to prepare dinner for Carter and leaves just before he goes to sleep. Carter doesn't take anything for breakfast except for coffee so there's no need for Martha to fix him breakfast. Every Wednesdays, she comes in early for the weekly house cleaning. She looks happy with what her doing and I bet Carter is paying her so much.

"Did you the like the room?"

I turned to Carter who was sitting beside me at the edge of the swimming pool. We are the back of the house, I wasn't able to check this out earlier cause it slipped my mind that there's still something at the back. We soaked our feet to the cold water of his rectangular shape swimming pool. Beside it were four beach beds with two round tables and two beach umbrellas in between two beds. The beds, tables and umbrellas are all striped black and white. There are also tall palm trees and Bermuda grass surrounding the lawn that sends a slight cold wind to us.

"Yeah, I did" I answered him.

I feel more comfortable around him after our talk earlier.

"But, I wonder which one will be my room?" I asked.

He sipped on his wine and put it down beside my orange juice. He smiled at me and cupped my face.

"You are so adorable," he said, still smiling.

I didn't get what he meant, how did I become adorable? I just want to know which room I should take.

"I don't think I am following you." I told him completely clueless about what he said.

He laughed a little.

"You're staying in my room, that's our room now." He said.

I was surprised. Why didn't I think of that? My bad. Of course, we'll stay in the same room. I was half-hearted about it but I thought about the chance he was asking earlier. I am going to live with him, he will support my studies and of course it includes me returning the favor. It's not really that bad, at least I am living in a nice house. I can completely focus on my schooling and I don't even have to do a show every night. This is way better than my life in Florida.

"Of course," I whispered.

I looked down. I don't want him to see the hesitation on my face.

"We don't have to, if you're not comfortable with it."

I shook my head. I want to give him the chance he was asking for.

"It's fine. I am fine with it. Chance, right?"

Carter smiled at me and nodded.

"Thank you. You'll never regret coming here, I promised."

"I know."

He cupped my face, he was looking at me straight to my eyes. I can see the joy deep within those beautiful green eyes of him. Though, I am not sure if I was the one who brought that joy to him.

He puts his lip towards mine. It was a very passionate kiss, even more passionate than the kiss we shared in his penthouse. It was pure of affection and it looks like offering protection. I wrapped my arms around his neck and responded to the kiss. He placed his hands on my waist pulling me closer to him and deepening our kiss. He rubs his tongue on my lips asking for and entrance and I gladly gave him one. Among all the guys I have kissed, Carter is the most gentle, he makes sure that I am not hurt and he wants me to like what he is doing to me. His hands explored my body, caressing my back not breaking our kiss. I was the one who let go first, we were both chasing our breaths.

"You make me fucking crazy Jillian," he muttered

I took a deep breath trying to calm the beat of my heart.

"Let's go upstairs." He whispered and gave me peck on my lips.

He pulled me to stand up from where I was sitting and we hand in hand took the stairs going to his room, or I must say our room. I was still mesmerized with how beautiful his room was. The roses that I found on the bed earlier are already fixed inside a round, tall and clear vase. The roses have a shade of blue on each petal due to blue LED lights coming from the wall. The card that came with the flowers was neatly placed on the wooden drawer beside the bed.

The bed cover and the pillows were changed from white to silk blue. The LED light gave shadows to the silk color.

"Come here," he pulled me towards his walk in closet.

There I found the same clothes he has on the closet on the right side but the empty cabinet earlier was now filled with clothes. Each side has 5 glass doors, I noticed my clothes that I brought from Florida are neatly placed on the first door while the rest of the door are still empty.

"That side is yours" he told me after a while.

I nodded.

"Tomorrow, we'll go shopping and we will fill those empty cabinets with all your new clothes."

I shook my head. Giving me a place to stay and supporting my studies is too much.

"You don't have to do that," I declined.

He pulled me to him and placed his hands on my hips.

"I want to. I told you I'll give you everything you want,"

"But all I want is to be able to go back to school, and you have given me that so that's enough for me."

He shook his head and rubs his hands on my curves.

"Still not enough for me, I will give you everything Jillian, everything."

I don't want to argue with him, I know he won't back down. He will insist what he wants until he gets it.

"Alright," that's all I was able to say.

"I want you to be happy,"

"Thank you."

He kissed me one more time. We shared another