Dominant And Submissive

Sarah's P.O.V

"What did you say? "I wince my nose in a childlike form, knowing that she's surely gonna freak out.

Izzy? I called in a breathe taking tone.

Yes? She replied with a rapid breath.

Don't scream, don't hit me, don't do any thing crazy, so I'm going to repeat what I said, again.

I watch as she did an intake of breath in breath out,

"OK, are you ready? " I question.

"She smiled, doing what the Chinese do with their hand to comfort relaxation.

"OK, I'm good, "

"Do you remember the little guy from highschool, with dirty blond hair, then, with glasses on? " I raised my questioned eyebrow at her for confirmation.

"Who,?", she gave me the confused brow.

"The boy that was always with us, saving my ass and your ass all the time, the one that was the prom king and I was just the best in Economics class, the one with crazy smile but with the nerdy graze.? " I sighed, after the long intro.

"you mean the one? She questioned, then I nodded, "you mean my crush back then? She questioned, I nodded, you mean your crush back then? She questioned, I nodded. "

You mean "Jonathan Christopher? "

"Yee-up" I exclaimed

"So what's up with Jonathan? " I've not seen him in years after our graduaton,"He's he dead? " she questioned in a frightened tone.

"N-no" . I answered with a dull expression.

"then why suddenly, brings Christoph's up on my question about what is going on between you and Jace Alicanté? " she raised her brows at me. "

I sighed, "I'm going to tell you something crazy, you might think it's crazy, well it might be crazy at first, I dunno much crazier, but don't scream don't loose it? "

She rolled her eyes at me, "Just say what the hell you wanna say right now, what is more crazier than the two Alicanté's are over you? " jeez.

"I hiss, that what I'm saying, because , 'Jona-than Christop-her".

I took a deep breath, Izzy stare can killing me for being a cliffhanger right now.

"Common Sarah, say it once and for all, what about Jonathan Christopher? "

Well, "JonathanChristopherisyourfulltimecrushJaceAlicante."

"Uh?" Now she's confused, what was that? Sarah, all I heard of ALICANTÉ, what the hell is wrong with you Sarah?, you know I hate cliffhangers.

I'm sorry, let me make it clear, then she nodded, "Jonathan Christopher -

I stopped, "Yes? " go on, Izzy commanded.

I took a deep breath and continued. "Jonathan Christopher is Jace Alicanté. "

"What?" She questioned with a face full of confusion .

She walk straight to where I was sitting, which was the examination hall, "Are you high? Crazy? Did Jace manipulated your coffee?, or is the final Examination we just wrote, getting to your head, or is it because you are scared of the result, or is it because -"

"Shut the hell up Izzy, I'm ducking telling you the truth, he even recognize you, thats why he called for me. "

"What the hilarious fucking hell? Are you kidding me? " her eyes was so open that the socket might disconnect right this moment.

"Yeah, it's true, "

She scream, making my books to fall down from my hand.

I rolled my eyes, because I know my best friend very well, I know Elizabeth Inn very fucking well, I knew she is gonna scream. What's with her and screaming after a brave discoursion?

"I can't believe it, this calls for clubbing tonight, "she said out of excitment.

"Club? You mean "the C-L-U-B? "

"She nodded, "

"Common Izzy, you know I don't do Clubs or party or drinking? "you remembered last time I tried and drank, I was about it, I found my self in a male toilet, and you found yourself in the church" but Kelvin saved our ass.

"Oh, yes Sarah, how can someone simply forget bout that shit? But don't worry, everything will be fine, Common we have to celebrate our final examination we just wrote, even though the result is not out yet showing that we fully graduated, must of all "Jace Alicanté as Jonathan Christopher? " jeez, I'm really happy right now, coz my friend from highschool is my best most favorite richest man ever living.

"Club it is? "

"No"

"Common, Sarah ".

"Yes? "

"No, "

"Yes,? "

I rolled my eyes and put up my hands in defeat.

"Oh, alright. "

"thank you, Sarah"

Now let's go home and look for something, dashing to put on for tonight.

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It's very quiet. The light is muted. I am comfortable and warm, in where ever I am. Hmm... I open my eyes, and for a moment, I'm tranquil and serene, enjoying the strange unfamiliar surroundings. I have no idea where I am. The headboard behind me is in the shape of a massive sun. It's oddly familiar. The room is large and airy and plushly furnished in browns and golds and beige. I have seen it before. Where? My befuddled brain struggles through its recent visual memories. Holy crap. I'm in the Confidenal Alicanté hotel... in a suite. I have stood in a room similar to this with Izzy . This looks bigger. Oh shit. I'm in the Jace Alicanté suite. How did I get here?

Fractured memories of the previous night come slowly back to haunt me. The drinking, oh no the drinking, the phone call, oh no the phone call, the vomiting, oh no the vomiting. Kelvin and then Alex and Jace. Oh no. I cringe inwardly. I don't remember coming here. I'm wearing my t-shirt, bra, and panties. No socks. No jeans. Holy shit.

I glance at the bedside table. On it is a glass of grape juice and two tablets. Advil. Control freak that he is, he thinks of everything. I sit up and take the tablets. Actually, I don't feel that bad, probably much better than I deserve. The grape juice tastes divine. It's thirst quenching and refreshing. Nothing beats freshly squeezed grape juice for reviving an arid mouth.

There's a knock on the door. My heart leaps into my mouth, and I can't seem to find my voice. He opens the door anyway and strolls in.

Holy hell, he's been working out. He's in white sweat pants that hang, in that way, off his hips and a white singlet, which is dark with sweat, like his hair. Jonathan Christopher's sweat or I mean Jace Alicanté's Sweat, the notion does odd things to me. I take a deep breath and close my eyes. I feel like a three-year old, if I close my eyes then I'm not really here.

"Good morning Sarah. How are you feeling?"

Oh no.

"Better than I deserve," I mumble.

I peek up at him. He places a large shopping bag on a chair and grasps each end of the towel that he has around his neck. He's staring at me, neon eyes dark, and as usual, I have no idea what he's thinking. He hides his thoughts and feelings so well.

"How did I get here?" My voice is small, contrite.

He comes and sits down on the edge of the bed. He's close enough for me to touch, for me to smell. Oh my... sweat and body wash and Jace,

my highschool friend and crush, I just don't feel saver with him anymore, since he's grown hot and possessive and controlling crazy, and now I hate him for his mode swings, he'll be good to me today, and next he hates me.

it's a heady cocktail - so much better than a margarita, and now I can speak from experience.

"After you passed out, I didn't want to risk the leather upholstery in my car taking you all the way to your apartment. So I brought you here," he says phlegmatically.

"You know my apartment? " I questioned in shock.

"Yes! And I know you are quiet but don't have manners. Here he goes again, first, good, and the next, the devil in Prada.

"Did you put me to bed?"

"Yes." His face is impassive.

"Did I throw up again?" My voice is quieter.

"No."

"Did you undress me?" I whisper.

"Yes." He quirks an eyebrow at me as I blush furiously.

"We didn't," I whisper, my mouth drying in mortified horror as I can't complete the question. I stare at my hands.

"Sarah, you were comatose. Necrophilia is not my thing. I like my women sentient and receptive," he says dryly.

"I'm so sorry." I hate him, ughhh.

His mouth lifts slightly in a wry smile.

"It was a very diverting evening. Not one that I'll forget in a while."

Me neither - oh he's laughing at me, the bastard. I didn't ask him to come and get me. Somehow I've been made to feel like the villain of the piece.

"You didn't have to track me down with whatever James Bond stuff or Hercules stuff you're developing for the highest bidder," I snap at him. He stares at me, surprised, and if I'm not mistaken, a little wounded.

"Firstly, the technology to track cell phones is available over the Internet. Secondly, my company does not invest or manufacture any kind of surveillance devices, and thirdly, if I hadn't come to get you, you'd probably be waking up in the Motorcyclist bed, and from what I can remember, you weren't overly enthused about him pressing his suit," he says acidly.

Pressing his suit! I glance up at Jace, he's glaring at me, his gray eyes blazing, aggrieved. I try to bite my lip, but I fail to repress my laughter.

"Which medieval chronicle did you escape from?" I giggle. "You sound like a courtly knight."

His mood visibly shifts. His eyes soften and his expression warms, and I see a trace of a smile on his beautifully chiseled lips.

"Sarah, I don't think so. Dark knight maybe." His smile is sardonic, and he shakes his head. "Did you eat last night?" His tone is accusatory. I shake my head. What major transgression have I committed now? His jaw clenches, but his face remains impassive.

"You need to eat. That's why you were so ill. Honestly Sarah, it's drinking rule number one." He runs this hand through his hair, and I know it's because he's exasperated.

"Are you going to continue to scold me?"

"Is that what I'm doing?"

"I think so."

"You're lucky I'm just scolding you."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, if you were mine, you wouldn't be able to sit down for a week after the stunt you pulled yesterday. You didn't eat, you got drunk, you put yourself at risk." He closes his eyes, dread etched on his lovely face, and he shudders slightly. When he opens his eyes, he glares at me. "I hate to think what could have happened to you."

I scowl back at him. What is his problem? What's it to him? If I was his... well I'm not. Though maybe, part of me would like to be closer to him again. The thought pierces through the irritation I feel at his high-handed words. I flush at the waywardness of my subconscious - she's doing her happy dance in a bright red hula skirt at the thought of being his.

"I would have been fine. I was with Izzy ." and where the heck is that butch? I told her that something like this may happen.

"And the Motorcyclist?" he snaps at me.

Hmm... young kelvin. I'll need to face him at some point.

"kelvin just got out of line." I shrug.

"Well the next time he gets out of line, maybe someone should teach him some manners."

"You are quite the disciplinarian," I hiss at him.

"Oh, Sarah, you have no idea." His eyes narrow, and then he grins wickedly. It's disarming. One minute, I'm confused and angry, the next I'm gazing at his gorgeous smile. Wow... I am entranced, and it's because his smile is so rare. I quite forget what he's talking about.

"I'm going to have a shower. Unless you'd like to shower first?" He cocks his head to one side, still grinning. My heartbeat has picked up, and my medulla oblongata has neglected to fire any synapses to make me breathe. His grin widens, and he reaches over and runs his thumb down my cheek and across my lower lip.

"Breathe, Sarah," he whispers and rises. "Breakfast will be here in fifteen minutes. You must be famished." He heads into the bathroom and closes the door.

I let out the breath that I've been holding. Why is he so damned attractive? Right now I want to go and join him in the shower. I have never felt this way for a long time.

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Hey my wonderful readers, I'm sorry for the late update. Just kinda busy for a while, I have a life out of the fantasy world,