Broken and rebuilt

Jake

>>Jenna’s POV> Christian’s POV<<

Fuck, why is Dad here? I look over at my father, he seems a little pissed off. Let’s be honest, it’s not like this is the worst thing he’s seen me do. s**t, he’s wearing his bow tie, I completely forgot what day it is.

“Father”, I say, walking up to him. “Where is Mother?” I look cautiously behind him, through the now open door. f**k if she saw Jenna here, like this, she would rip me a new one. Yes, I’m a ruthless killer, trained military special ops, and my mother scares me. Moving the f**k along.

“She’s in the tearoom, son, where you and Tony should be. But you’re not, which led me to come looking for you, which has led us here. So now, in the interests of saving time, please answer the young lady’s question, and tell us what the f**k is going on”, he replies, with a hint of humor.

“Jenna” she replies. “My name is Jenna”. Diego raises an eyebrow quizzically, and I know he’s putting 2 and 2 together.

“Father” I start, but he cuts me off.

“And do you have a last name, Jenna?” he asks softly.

“Knight” she replies, after a slight hesitation. Thank God. If she said Smith, I’d be f****d right now.

My father freezes. In slow motion, I see him spin around to look at her. He moves closer and I can see his heart racing, staring at her as if looking for something. Then he gasps, and throws his hand across his mouth. “Jake? No, it can’t be...” he whispers to himself, as tears start to fall from his eyes.

He kneels down in front of her, and she looks quickly from him to me with a confused look on her face. Damn I have no idea either, love. Jake? That’s a boy’s name. My father takes her face in both of his hands, tears now flowing freely and a huge smile on his face. He’s clearly excited and I have no idea why.

Jenna just sits there, sensing that my father is no threat. She clears her throat and speaks to my now sobbing father. “Jake? I’m sorry I don’t know a Jake. I think you have the wrong person, sir”.

No s**t, Sherlock! Jesus, Dad! What the f**k?

A whole minute of awkward silence passes, with my Dad staring at Jenna as if she is the most miraculous person he’s ever laid eyes on. Not with weird old man creepy eyes, but with pure happiness, like a parent looks at their child after being separated for a long time. My father finally smiles and stands up, wiping away the tears with the back of his hands before turning to me.

“Christian. Release her right now. Your mother is never going to believe this”.

Oh God, really? Dad knows I outrank him, I would have ignored his request and he knows it. But to include my mom – well s**t. I really wanna know who the f**k Jake is. I take the keys from my pocket and kneel either side of Jenna’s lap, straddling her. I reach up with the key to detach the handcuffs, and I catch the slightest hint of vanilla caramel and spring flowers. God she smells amazing, and I can’t help it, I close my eyes and breathe in deeply. My pulse quickens, and I feel a familiar stirring below my waist. She really is an angel. I know she could put up a damn good fight if she felt threatened, so why isn’t she fighting? When I open my eyes, I glance down at her, and her eyes are closed. She seems to be breathing deeply, as if I’m crushing her with my body. I quickly unlock both hands and flip off her on to the couch. I would’ve liked to have stayed like that a lot longer. She opens her eyes and smiles at me, and now my head is spinning. I smile back at her, feeling myself going hard, and my heart beats quicker. I can’t take my eyes off her, and she doesn’t seem to want to either.

“I’m sorry Jenna. I just really needed to talk to you”, I say apologetically.

“If I didn’t want to be here, I wouldn’t be here” she whispers with a seductive smile, or just a normal smile, but I'm reading way too much into it. Jesus, she is driving my brain crazy..

My father looks from her to me, then back to her. A smile dances across his face and he turns to leave, before changing his mind and turning back.

“It is Xmas breakfast don’t forget, Chris. I’ll give you and ‘Jenna’ time to freshen up and change into something more appropriate for the festivities. See you in 10 minutes” and he walks out the door, closing it softly behind him. As he walks away, I can hear him whistling. Funny, I haven’t heard him whistle in years. Jenna smiles at me, but her whole demeanor changes when she hears my father whistling. She turns rigid, her mouth gaping open as a look of recognition flashes across her face. She looks confused for a second, then shakes away the remnants of a long forgotten memory and looks at me with those long lashes and beautiful brown eyes.

“Your suitcase is on the floor beside the couch. The bathroom is through that door. Becca, my sister in law, changed you last night, in case you were worried that I...” my voice trailed off. Jenna smiles and walks to her suitcase, pulling up the handle and wheeling it towards the bathroom door. She stops with her hand on the handle, and turns back to me.

“Chris, have we met before?” she asks. Shaking her head, she continues “I should be angry at you for tranq’ing me, and I should be worried about why you want me here – but I’m not”, she shares. Hesitating for a second, she decides to continue. “I feel more at peace here, with you, than in my own house. I’m racking my brain to remember you, and your dad seems to know something I don’t...” she fades off.

I walk closer to her and place my hand on her shoulder. An overdose of happiness bursts from where we touch, making my skin tingle and the hair on the back of my neck stand on end. She looks up at me with confusion, but absolutely no fear. I notice the bruising around her eye seems to be fading since yesterday, and suddenly I become angry, thinking about everything that asshole put her through. I tense up, clenching my jaw at the thought of his hands on her. When she notices my change of mood, she reaches her hand up to my cheek. Her touch is like ice to my fire, instantly soothing my pain, and replacing it with...longing? I look down into her beautiful smiling eyes and I’m instantly at peace. She doesn’t take her hand away, and I don’t want her to. Fireworks are erupting inside of me, and I want so much to pick her up and wrap her legs around me. God I'd love to thrust her against the wall and smash her lips with mine...

Too soon, she pulls her hand away and walks into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. Frustrated, I run my fingers through my hair. Suddenly feeling another presence in the room, I look up to see Tony smirking at me. “f**k, you look like a lovesick puppy. So all it took was some handcuffs, huh?” he jokes.

I punch him in the shoulder and he laughs loud and chesty. “Now get dressed. Mother is crying, and you know what I’m like with emotions and s**t” he laughs, and walks out, making kissy sounds as if he’s a 6 year old kid again.