Imagine... | Jeffrey Dean Morgan (English) ⏸️

Gentleman (Part Three) (Jeffrey)

"Drunk women are easier to kidnap!"
"Where do you want to take me?", I ask smiling.
"Where ever you want!", he says and grins at me.
I take a few steps towards him until I'm right in front of him.
"Maybe I like it here as well!", I say softly and grin at him.
He took my face in his hands and looked deep into my eyes.
Our faces are getting closer and closer until our lips finally touch.
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Our lips move away.
We look deep into each other's eyes and smile.
"Are you hungry?", he asks, still smiling.
"You're asking me now if I'm hungry?", I say, laughing incredulously.
"Yes.. why not?", he grins cheekily.
"If you're already asking for food, I'm not saying no, what's up, my noble master?"
"A small dish as a small appetizer .. the main course consists of bruschetta with rocket and cheese .. and for dessert, if you want, a nice juicy champagne!", he says with a grin, brings everything from the picnic basket and presents me everything.
"Sounds good and I'm already looking forward to the champagne!".
He hands me the plate with the little goblet and a cake fork.
"I hope it will taste you!", he says quickly, before I shove my fork greedily into my mouth.

"Wow .. did you do it all yourself?", I ask with a full stomach and let me fall on my back.
"Himself is the man!", he says and puts all that's left back in the basket.
"You could cook for me more often!".
"So that means it does not just stay on this date?", he says lying down beside me.
"Who said that this is a date?", I say nasty smiling, face to the sky.
"Well, if that's the case, I do not need to drive home, right?", he says, still grinning, but looks at me sideways.
"You would not dare! You can not leave your damsel maid alone in the dark!", I say and turn my head to him now.
"Who knows!".
My eyes are now back to heaven.
"What about the promised champagne?".
"I think you've had enough to drink! I should drive you home!". He says, getting up and offering me his hand.
"If you think so!", I say played annoyed, take his hand and pull me up to him.
He pulls me up pretty fast. Since I also pull myself up, I have too much momentum and he falls backwards. He falls with his back to the hard ground under him and I on him.
"Ouch!", he says and we both start to laugh.
My hands are both on his chest, so I can feel his chest getting up and down and his heartbeat.
My eyes are focused on his. His also mine.
I can feel a first drop on my back.
A short time later I feel more drops and it drops a few in his face.
"I think we should go!", he says shortly and I got up from him.
While I knock the dirt off my pants, he gets up, takes the basket, grabs in the back of the box on his motorcycle and puts on his helmet.
"Is the princess coming, or would you rather spend the night here?", he asks holding out his second helmet.
"As beautiful as the view here is, I prefer to spend my nights in my bed!", I say with a smile.
"Well then.. put on your helmet and jump on!".

On the ride I enjoyed the wind in my hair again.
It always gives me a sense of freedom. As if I had no responsibility for my company, no problems with my parents, no heartbreaks from the assholes who lied to me, transferred me or just fooled me.
I would like to spend my whole life on a motorcycle.

In the past I had to sell my motorcycle to pay for the first capital of the company.
So I can thank my motorcycle for my current life. It meant a lot to me, but in the end I had to do it.
I had to take care for my whole family!
My dad had cancer and I had to pay everything because my mother, sorry about my bad tongue, was a lousy bitch! She never breastfed me, because she would rather care for one of her many lovers.
Toy? Not for me.. rather her own.
Friends? Not for me.. everyone knew my mother and what she did.
Healthy eating? Not for me.. she spent all the money on her clothes.
My dad knew nothing about all this because he was always on the move. He worked as managing director of a large company.
When he came to the hospital, she did not care about him. She never visited him!
He died when I was 16.
My mother? No contact since I was 18!

When we arrived at my house, I got off, gave him a quick kiss and went to you door.
"What's that?", he asks confused.
"What's what?", you ask grinning and open the front door.
He took off his helmet and said, a little sadly: "You are acting as if that had been nothing."
"I never said that!".
"Why are you leaving me in the rain like this?" he says straightening his wet hair backwards.
"Because your princess is taking a shower now!", I say and wink at him.
He comes up the stairs and was about to enter when I closed the door right in front of his nose.
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