The Proposition - Completed

Part 10

"I think you should leave," he said throwing my clothes at me, as my eyes focused on John's voice I blinked twice and squinted at the morphing figure as it turned into the soured, smug Ang. "I told you a silly little slag like you couldn't keep a grown man like him interested." She laughed loudly in my face and from a distance I could see her introducing woman after woman to John. Each was older than me, prettier than me, slimmer than me, had a better body than me, had a better everything than me. "You were nothing more than a temporary distraction, an amusement until someone worth while came along." She sneered and each of the women turned to look at me in unison, laughing. "You didn't think I actually cared for you did you?" John's voice returned to the jeering Ang as she morphed back into him. "You offered yourself on a plate, of course I wasn't going to turn it down, I got to break you in, the lads have had a field day." Now it was his turn to laugh at me. "What a little slut!" Both John and Ang's voices mixed together in a loud, feral laugh.

I woke with a start, conscious I was constricted, I blinked furiously as the tears streamed down my face and I tried to think where I was.

"Hey are you alright?" John asked as he tightened his arms around me and kissed the top of my head.

His voice vibrated through my head as I realised I was cradled in his arms, still crying.

"Yeah it was just a bad dream" I said shaking my head trying to get the images to disappear. He didn't say anything he instead continued to kiss my hair and rock me gently backwards and forwards, soothing me.

"It was just a dream" I confirmed as I squirmed out of his arms so I was lying on my back in the bed. "What time is it?" I asked suddenly, hoping to change the awkward subject of our conversation. I don't remember ever crying in my sleep before, I clearly had issues, separation issues, going on.

"It's a little after 2" he answered as he glanced over me at the alarm clock on the bedside cabinet.

"Are you sure you're alright?" He had turned on his side and was facing me, his frown was wrinkling the bridge of his nose.

"Yes, I'm sure" I answered mirroring his pose and smiling at him. "It must have just been a nightmare, that's all." I shrugged my shoulders, as nonchalantly as I could.

"So you don't remember what it was about?" He asked, I could tell by his expression he didn't believe my brush off. But I really didn't want to go there. I mean how do I tell him I was sobbing like a baby because I dreamt after I leave for university, he has the audacity to get on with his life. I mean not only do I sound completely selfish and self absorbed but that was our deal. He had wanted to 'call it quits' last weekend it was me who had damn near begged him to sleep with me, but the deal was he could just walk away, no repercussions and certainly no drama. I nodded both in answer to his question and to myself, as I resolved 'to get a grip'.

"I'm sorry I woke you, you'll be tired for work now." I apologised, looking as remorseful as I could.

"It's ok" he began, reaching his hand over to my face and slowing stroking my cheek with his thumb before kissing my forehead. "It's nice waking up with you here knowing we both don't have to rush off." I smiled warmly at him and despite myself I knew his words had me gazing at him like he was the centre of my universe. Which to be honest, right now he was, for the next couple of days at least.

"Ah Jen, don't look at me like that." He complained, his hand dropped from my face to my behind, stroking every inch of me between. Then with a quick haul he pulled me flush to him. I could feel his hard, toned body next to mine as I leaned closer into him.

"How did I get so wrapped round your little finger in such a short span of time?" He asked as he let his hand run down my leg before hooking it over him.