They had set up a smaller space without all the media for him to reunite with his girlfriend.
It felt strange seeing Alice. She had seemed so attractive to him — and she was a very attractive girl. Now she seemed like a stranger. Jack was completely lost and reeling from the betrayal he had witnessed. He lamented, caught in his thoughts, How…how could I think something so unlikely and amazing could be real!?
The dam broke open for Jack at precisely the wrong moment. He felt like he couldn’t breathe as he tried his best to push his thoughts about Jena from his mind but couldn’t help himself. Tears poured down his face as Alice ran to him.
Seeing Jack’s face, she said “I missed you too!” Alice proceeded to hug and kiss him, tears in her eyes, as the crowd cheered them on.
Jena heard a loud cheer from the other end of the large ballroom and spotted Jack. She couldn’t see in much detail from that distance, but it looked like there was a very emotional exchange happening. She felt a sudden terror as she watched Jack kissing his girlfriend. When he came up, he was crying harder than she had seen him ever before.
At that moment, an awful thought found its way into Jena’s head. Perhaps Jack had been lonely on the island and given into his urges, provoked by her. What if he downplayed his relationship with Alice all along, longing to be reunited with her the whole time?
It was too terrible to consider that outcome. Jena pushed it from her mind as she thought, no way, what we had was the deepest, truest love possible. There had to be an explanation. She needed to check in with Jack in private — and soon.
Jack felt totally despondent as he walked through the crowd and up the main stairway towards his room on the second level. He just needed to get away from everything — to process what had happened.
As he opened the door to his all-too-familiar room, he realized that Alice had followed him upstairs. She closed the door and looked at him smiling awkwardly.
With a seductive tone, she said, “I’ve missed you so much…I’ve been waiting to do this.” She pushed Jack towards the bed. Jack was still in shock, as she reached into his pants and began squeezing his dick.
It was strange to Jack. Even though Alice was supposed to be his girlfriend, and even though Jena had betrayed him, he felt like he was cheating. But soon his dick was hard as Alice performed fellatio expertly.
For a brief moment Jack’s thoughts stopped spiraling out of control as he gave in to Alice’s advances. It was over quickly enough. He was emotionally exhausted as, thankfully, he drifted off to sleep.
Hours later, Jena entered Jack’s room quietly. She had so many emotions going through her. She just needed to talk. What she saw earlier in the ballroom had unnerved her, but she would be better after Jack reassured her that they only needed to pretend for a little while longer.
What she saw gobsmacked her. Jack was in bed with his ex-girlfriend, naked. Jack’s eyes went wide when he saw Jena In the doorway. Just as quickly Jena said, “ohhh, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize…,” as she quickly turned around and left the room.
Tears blurred her vision as she ran down the hallway and into an empty spare room. Jena curled into a ball on the couch, wrenching in agony as she thought about the implications of what she had witnessed.
She had given herself completely to Jack. She had given herself in ways that she didn’t even know she was capable of.
The worst part was that she let herself be completely vulnerable, exposing her truest self to Jack. This is why she had learned to hide behind a shallow and snobby caricature of herself.
She felt her heart closing down as the old walls that had imprisoned her went up. Nobody was going to be allowed to hurt her again. She only hoped she wasn’t pregnant.
She cried herself to sleep in the spare room as she thought about all that she had lost. She woke in the middle of the night, skulked back to her room, and slipped into bed with Derrick, who was fast asleep.
* * * * * * * Second Day of Celebration
The next day the homecoming celebration continued at the estate. With the media and most outsiders gone, the crowds had thinned out. The remaining guests and family met in the ballroom where breakfast was being served.
Jack entered the main ballroom. That morning he had sent Alice home, telling her honestly that he was in a strange place and needed time alone.
Almost right away, Jena walked towards him with Derrick in tow. It was not lost on Jack that Jena was wearing an incredibly sexy outfit.
Her short dress was made of a sheer and silky fabric that accentuated her already ostentatious body. It was clear that she wore no bra as the thin fabric almost directly exposed her sexy nipples.
Her fiancee Darrick seemed over the moon…and why wouldn’t he be? He had the most desirable woman on his arm. If he only knew what had transpired between them, Jack thought, as anger built up inside him.
Jack was still puzzled why she came into his room the night before. To tell him what he already knew? That she had reconsidered everything when she got home and had a choice between him or Derrick?
He still winced when he thought about the look on Jena’s face when she saw him in bed with Alice. Maybe a part of her regretted getting back together with Derrick?
He felt feeble as he remembered how he had snuck into the bathroom the night before to cry in the shower. It was then he realized that he would take her back in a heartbeat. If only that were a possibility.
He had never imagined he could love someone so much. Even though she had betrayed him, he knew he could never stop loving her in the deeply layered ways the island had brought them together. Though right now, he was angry.
Jena introduced Derrick. “You remember my brother Jack?”
“Oh yeah, of course. I hear you took care of my girl on that island?”
Jack said, “I sure did,” while giving Jena a knowing look. Jack imagined smashing Derrick’s face right there and then, but he held it in.
Jena had a hurt look in her eye as she broke eye contact and kissed Derrick on the cheek, hanging on to him like a floozy.
Jena didn’t know what else to do with her anger. Every chance she got, she planned on seeing if she could make Jack jealous. She could swear he was upset, as he couldn’t stop looking at her wherever she was in the room. Interesting, she thought, why does he seem to care after he so clearly made his choice?
Jena still couldn’t imagine how Jack had abandoned the love they found together on that island. Her heart belonged to Jack, and he had managed to break it already. Jena was in a terrible place, having to pretend everything was alright, while feeling an overwhelming cascade of emotions internally.
And then there was Derrick. She had loved him for what seemed like a lifetime ago, and he was so sweet to have waited for her when everyone thought she was dead. Except now she had no feelings for him at all. His touch was gross to her, and all she could think about was being back with Jack in their little hut on the beach.
The people waiting to chat interrupted Jack and Jena’s exchange. They had questions like, “How did you eat? What was it like?” At one point somebody said, “we’re so sorry about your parents…at least you have each other!”
Jack stayed away from Jena after that, but he was compelled to watch her wherever she went. She couldn’t keep her hands off that asshole.
Jack felt jealous anger wash over him as he saw Derrick rest his hand on Jena’s rump. Jena seemed so haughty and stuck up the way she carried herself, flaunting her body like a trashy slut.
How could he have been so wrong about her? It really was like reality had turned itself upside down.
As the morning progressed, Jena was finding it hard to care anymore. Her heart was broken, and it took all of her willpower not to break down in tears publicly.
Jack was hanging back on the outskirts of the hall, pretending not to watch her, but she could feel his eyes on her. She sat down next to Derrick, positioning her chair so she was facing Jack.
She subtly hiked up her short skirt and spread her legs. She wanted to see what Jack would do. She could feel Jack’s eyes on her panties. When she caught him looking, he locked eyes and mouthed the words, “What are you doing!?”
Jena rolled her eyes and got up. She excused herself, saying, “I have to go to the bathroom. Be right back.”
Jack watched as Jena strutted towards him, going out of her way to walk past him. Jack leaned against the wall holding a drink in one hand.
Jena didn’t even give him eye contact as she strolled past, “accidentally” brushing his crotch with her hand.
She carried herself down the hall the way she used to when Jack thought of her as stuck up. She was out of control. Jack set down his drink.
He silently followed, watching her beautiful ass move with every step. God damn, he missed that.
Jack followed her into one of the many bathrooms in their mansion, closing the door behind him and locking it.
Jena turned to face him. In a bitchy tone she said, “what do you want!?”
Jack grabbed Jena’s hand. “What the fuck Jena. Why are you acting like this!?”
“Are you enjoying your alone time with Alice?”
Jack was taken aback. “Are you enjoying planning your wedding with Derrick?”
“I thought we were supposed to pretend for a few days?” Jena said innocently.
“Why are you acting like a slut? Is this outfit how you want to be seen!? Do you want me to be jealous!?”
Jena responded with a smirk, “are you?”
“Why are you being such a bitch?”
Jena slapped Jack, hard. “How dare you!? You didn’t take long to move on and fuck that bitch. I bet you couldn’t wait…”
Jack suddenly grabbed her other hand and turned her around to face the bathroom vanity.
He wrapped his arms around Jena. She froze. This was totally unexpected. Jack moved his head close to her, taking in the scent of her hair. He inhaled loudly as she felt him move his hands all over her body.
Jena wondered what he was doing. Did he think he could have her and Alice? Was that his game? She felt humiliated as she realized that she didn’t care. She wanted him, no matter the circumstances.
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