We pulled up in front of a neighborhood with houses just as big as Justin's. I'm guessing this by the way we only passed by gates and we all know behind those fancy gates there must be some kind of big fancy house. I've never been around this place, maybe because it was so excluded from the city and that's where I always am, the city. It was much quieter up here, up in the mountains.

A large gate opened up by the click of a button in Jack's car. I watched with wide eyes as it slowly opened up and Jack drove in. Behind it was revealed a modern mansion type of house. It wasn't hard to see the color of it as lights dimly lit the front section of the house. The exterior walls a dark shade of chocolate brown with black slanted and flat roofs laying over different sections of the house. It was two floors and filled with glass. Glass everywhere. I think there was even more glass than wood in some parts. And a bunch of landscaping. It was the dream house of a dream house.

I couldn't help myself.. My mouth dropped open in awe once the house came to a closer view. I must say, I'm impressed. It's a pretty good looking place from the angle I see it in.

Jack parked his car right before entering the double doored garage. He turned it off and moments later got down. I looked out the window as he jogged up to open my door. I was still feeling a little astonished that this was his house. It was another side to Jack I never saw coming. His rich side.

I heard my door open. Helping me out the large vehicle, Jack closed the door once I was out.

We didn't have to walk far before he pulled out a set of keys from his back pocket. My chest quickly rose up and down, the fear setting in that I was going to be completely alone with Jack. In his house.

I glanced around to see the circumference of the front part of the house. Tall bushes covered the house from being exposed to the road. No one could see inside. Great.

The front door was quickly unlocked and pushed open. Jack stepped inside turning on a couple of lights. I was frozen to the spot, still standing on the top step.

Jack frowned as he turned to me, already slipping his jacket from his shoulders.

"You can come in, you know?" He smirked.

I inhaled deeply before stepping into the house. Jack moved behind me as he helped take my jacket off. His head rested on my shoulder for a second, plump lips kissing my neck. I shivered at the sensation, hot breath touching my skin before he withdrew.

"So.. This is your place." I nervously spoke wandering around the space that surrounded me. I take it back, this place is twice the size of Justin's mansion.

He hung up the clothing; I turned towards him as he moved forward, a dimpled smile gracing his face. "This is it."

"Let me guess, street racing." I recalled the way Justin pointed out that's the reason he has his house.

Jack just smiled with a cheeky grin. A teasing look that took me to another level. "That's right."

I stepped back increasing the distance between us once a certain thought came to mind.

"I.." My mouth found it difficult to form the words.

Jack waited for me to speak again, tilting his head a little to the side as he stared at me.

I closed my eyes, surprised to catch him brushing past me and down the hall once I opened them again. The sound of running water filling the silence and I was left to find him on my own.

Jack's house was tidy. I took a few steps down to what was the living room. Dark furniture illuminated the white, rounded space as well as some art work. It was everything a basic living room was only much more expensive. He had a TV, some book shelves stacked with literature, and some silver lamps. He even had a grand black piano facing the grand window and out into the beautiful scenery outside. A few green plants brought some life into the dimly lit room. The entire room was surrounded in a tall circular glass wall. A large flight of stairs circulating it from behind. I've never seen anything like this.

I didn't really know what I was expecting, something scary I guess, but it wasn't.

"Jack?"

"Mmm." His deep voice hummed.

I followed his voice. Further back to the left from where I stood in the living room there were some more steps into what seemed to be the kitchen. But it was still difficult to tell from here so I walked up to it.

I entered the open space. Again, more black and white furniture and countertops with silver lights and some more furniture. It was a modern place, Jack's house.

My eyes fell on Jack's side as he ran his hands under the cool water. It got me thinking, he probably had blood all over his knuckles and it most likely wasn't his.

His head twisted watching me as I stood in the doorway. I nervously fiddled with my fingers as he turned back. The taut muscles in his arm became prominent as he closed the tap, shutting off the water. He grabbed a cloth from the side and placed it over the injured hand, drying off the moisture.

Jack leaned against the counter, his brown eyes falling on me as he held a smirk. His head flicked to the side, signaling me to come forward.

"Come here."

I slowly walked over to his side of the kitchen, crossing my arms over my chest. I stopped a few meters away from him.

"Do you live here alone?"

"Yes."

My heart sunk a little at his response. I was kinda hoping that there would be someone to help me if anything happened. At least a maid or something.

He curiously watched me before speaking.

"Is there something wrong?"

I shook my head, trying to hide the fact that everything was wrong!

"Oh, no." I paused. "It's just.. Its such a big house. Don't you get lonely?"

Jack shook his head with a small smile growing in his face. "I have my company."

I didn't want to know what he meant by that. Having him just say that made me think just exactly how many girls he's been with. How many he's brought up here and up to his bedroom.

"I have two guest rooms." He spoke again. "You can have your choice."

"Okay." I swallowed.

Not saying anything else, he moved behind me to enter yet another hall in between the kitchen and living room. I followed behind him. He turned on the lights and walked down the long hall into another large space. I'm guessing this was the dining room because there was a long, thanksgiving-type family table in front of another glass wall and a huge chandelier falling from the top. Though it seemed untouched, I caught Jack looking at it with some type of temptation. He was quick to change routs and go back to it as if it didn't matter. He led us into the other half of the hall that was interrupted by the dining room. He turned on another light. Making a right in a corner, Jack led me to another hallway. This one being covered in glass for a wall.

"This is the first room." He opened the door and turned on the light. He let me walk in first but I was shocked with what was in here.

"Where's the bed?" I asked.

Jack smirked. "Its still going under construction."

"So why would you have it as an option?" I asked turning back to him who was leaning against the doorframe of the guest room.

"Because you're pretty hardheaded and would take this room when I tell you where the other one is." He crossed his arms over his chest.

"Where is it?" I asked, starting to feel a little anxious to know where the other one was.

Jack gave me another one of his teasing looks before turning back around and out of the room. Again, I followed him after turning off the light and closing the door behind me. We walked deeper into the hall and made another right. This time the other end of the hall led right back into the living room in an opening beneath the large stairs. I kept up with Jack's pace as his long legs carried him up the steps of the turning stairs. You could see the entire living room from below as we climbed up.

We walked into another hallway and he turned on yet another set of lights. He led me down the hall to the right again where the hallway turned into a more wider end. We didn't reach the end though, Jack cleared his throat to call back for my attention and flicked his head back towards a door in the hall.

"This is the finished guest room." He opened the door, waiting for me to come back and step inside it first.

I flashed him a cautious look as I passed him to walk in.

It was a descent size room, a little bit more bigger than my own. There was a black furnished bed dressed in white sheets and two black nightstands besides it. A desk awaited all the way in the wall facing the door with a window behind it. There was two frames of some type of artwork hanging from the headboard and a closet facing the bed.

"This place is fine." I turned back to him. "Why would you think I wouldn't want it?"

Jack stretched an arm out the door. I took a step closer to him to see him point at the door towards the wider end of the hallway.

"That's my room." He pointed.

Now I understood everything. He was right about it too but now that the last room doesn't have a bed and is full of dust, he didn't leave me with much of a choice.

I shied away as I felt Jack's eyes burning into me. I could just imagine him smirking in a form of saying he was right about what he said. I'm not saying he was wrong but he didn't have to express it like that either.

"Stop looking at me like that." I chuckled, still not facing him.

"Why?" He laughed. "I like looking at you." His head tilted to the side.

I blushed at his comment. My hair falling over my face to hide my redness from him. He'll just make another comment about that too.

"Well stop." I put my hair behind my ear.

I still felt Jack's eyes on me which made me feel uncomfortable. My feet were frozen to the spot as I watched him walk inside the room and up to the drawers, yanking out clothes and holding them out for me to take.

"Wear these."

I hesitantly took the t shirt and shorts from his hand, moving away from him slightly. This made me wonder yet again how many girls he's brought up here. He already had clothes picked out for them and everything. I don't think he was planning on my visit either.

Jack didn't speak, he just started walking out the room. I caught his attention just as his hand gripped the handle.

"Thank you.. Jack." I spoke quietly.

He knew exactly what I was talking about and it wasn't just the clothes and the fancy room.

My head fell down, my shoes becoming very interesting. My breath hitched in my throat as I felt him move closer. He leaned down, curly hair tickling my cheek as he brought his lips to my ear.

"I'd do it again." His raspy tone whispered.

I looked up at him just as he drew away. No other words were spoken for he didn't let me. He went back out the next second, shutting the door behind him.

My eyes wandered around the space. Turning back over to the door I noticed it was one of those where it didn't have any form of lock. Great.

I sat on the large queen size bed, a deep sigh falling from my lips. I guess this meant I had to work fast if I didn't want him to walk in on me or something.

I kicked my shoes off and wiggled out of my pants; swiftly pulling the shorts, more so spankies, up my legs as I stood. My top was peeled from my torso. I had just tugged the t shirt over my head when the door opened again. Jack's brown orbs travelled up and down my body, a smirk forming on his lips as he leant against the door frame. Arms crossed over is chest.

"Mm.. Black bra." He chuckled. "My type of lady."

I shied away from his comment, bending down to pick up my items, only to for them again seconds later. Jack hummed into my ear, his arms snaking around my waist. His head nudged mine to the side, gently kissing the exposed skin of my neck. My back was pressed firmly to his chest.

I couldn't move as his arm tightened around my waist. His free hand sliding over the top of the t shirt I was wearing. His fingers trailed up and I could hear his heavy breathing in my ear. I whimpered as he touched the curve of my breast. His large hand then cupped it, squeezing gently. My head fell back onto his shoulder at the new sensation, my eyes tightly closed.

I had never felt anything like it before, tingles shooting through my body. That was before the haze in my mind cleared. I struggled in Jack's grip, he deeply laughed as he released me. I stumbled over to the door, gripping the handle and yanking it open.

"Elizabeth." Jack warned.

He was right behind me. His large hand slammed against the door above my head, swiftly closing it before I could escape. My heart pumped loudly as I turned, my back pressing against the wood. I looked up to find Jack staring down at me. My breathing trembled as he slowly brought his pink lips down to my ear.

"I want to make you feel good." His raspy tone whispered.

His lips grazed my jaw as his hand slightly tugged the t shirt down from my shoulder. Jack nipped at the newly exposed skin, making me whimper. My body froze as a large hand skimmed down my body, dangerously coming close to my crotch, but I flinched back before he could touch me.

Jack's eyes never left my face.

My breathing became increasingly heavy as he cautiously played with the tips of my fingers. They became entwined with his, slowly he pulled me forward. Jack sat on the edge of the bed looking up at me. He caught hold of my other hand, tugging me forward until I stood between his legs. My chest rose up and down quickly as I felt him place a large hand around the back of my thigh. He lifted it, encouraging me to straddle his lap.

Jack shifted back further on the bed. I placed my hand on his chest to stop me from falling into him. My touch quickly withdrew as I watched him grip the bottom of his t shirt. The fabric was swiftly pulled over his head before chucking the clothing to the floor. My eyes were instantly drawn to the tanned skin of his torso. I gasped as Jack caught hold of my hand. He brought it up to his shoulder before guiding me down over to his left collarbone.

"Please." He begged.

Jack's hand left mine and I surprised myself when I continued to touch his chest. His muscles were toned, hard under my fingertips. I watched his mouth part as my index finger lightly ran over his nipple. Hot breath forced from his body as my touch travelled down his front. Carefully I traced the defined lines on his stomach. Jack couldn't take his dark eyes off me as I dipped into the curves. I curiously let my fingers wander to the v lines on his hips. But my touch eased when I reached the black band of his boxers which were visible over the top of his pants.

I froze, still sat on Jack's lap as he slowly released his belt. The button was popped open and the zip pulled down. My eyes widened. Jack acted quickly as I tried to climb off him, one of his large hands held my thigh, the other slid around my lower back in an effort to keep me straddling him.

We stayed like that for a few moments. My shaky breath trembled from my lips as Jack's grew deeper. I shivered as his touch ran up my back, forcing me closer to him. He leaned forward, his nose brushing my cheek as he desperately tried to get me to respond. I turned my head towards him, giving him the opportunity to catch my lips with his.

Jack's hand disappeared from my leg. A deep moan followed which vibrated against my mouth. I pulled away, my arms moving up towards his face to touch him. But I stood in shock as he gripped my wrist before I could.

He was heavily gasping for air but a smirk was still able to weakly form in his face. "No touching." He winked.

I had never seen him like this before. Jack seemed almost vulnerable to my touch. It was a vast contrast to seeing him earlier when he violently beat Andrew. Now, Jack quietly moaning, he brought me down to his lips again. Enjoying the pleasure washing through his body.

Maybe it was because I wanted to feel stronger, create a sense in dominance that Jack always held over me. Whatever it was, I was curious to find out how it felt to be the one in charge. His eyes shot open as when my fingertips trailed down the tense muscles in his stomach, running circles before bringing my hand down to his muscled back.

He was getting ready to move me away again. The idea of me touching him was a whole new feeling for him. I on the other hand gave him a pinning look in my eyes, stopping him before he thought about stopping me. Surprisingly, it worked. And I have to say, I think he enjoyed this new side of me.

Jack's face flushed with pleasure, his head rolling back as I brought my touch to his arms. My hands caught the back of his neck, feeling his tense muscles relax to the touch.

I leaned forward placing my lips on the warm skin of Jack's lips. Brushing soft kisses to them, I then trailed them down his jaw and finally up to his neck.

His fingertips dug into my backside when I began to suck. For once I was the one in control as I fisted his curls between my fingers. A deep moan was forced from the back of his throat as I increased the intensity of my mouth, sucking as hard as I could. I wanted him to know how it felt to have someone make you feel helpless. My teeth grazed the already red skin, still holding his head to my mouth.

A strangled moan echoed around the room before a wet head spread in his boxers. Jack continued to breath heavily as another wave crashed through him. His hands held me close as he rocked his hips up, desperate for more contact.

"Elizabeth."

I bit down on his neck as Jack stilled, coming down from his high. Both my hands now held him to my lips. He let out a grunt at my dominant actions, but quickly decided to reverse the roles.

Jack flipped us over, my lips loosing contact with his as I lay beneath him. He panted heavily above me before gripping both my wrist in one of his large hands, bringing my arms above my head. I nervously watched as he reached up to the painful looking purple mark on his neck. Jack's eyes squeezed closed as his fingertips gently brushed over the skin. I was somewhat surprised when he displayed a smirk.

"Was that payback?" He asked smiling.

I didn't reply.

"Maybe I should piss you off more often." He chuckled. "It's fun."

My eyes fluttered closed as he left a heavy kiss on my mouth. Jack's touch left me feeling weak as he playfully ran his tongue over my bottom lip. He released my wrist and climbed off me, strolling over to the other side of the room.

I sat up, resting my weight on my elbows. I couldn't help but admire the way his back muscles expanded and contracted when he walked. His button was still undone as he turned to me.

"I'll be back." Was all he said with a playful smirk before turning back to walk out the room and shut the door behind him.

I heard some steps go down the hall and stairs as I shuffled back on the bed. My fingers carefully ran over my lips, the tingling I felt when Jack kissed me still lingered in my mouth.

***

My eyes darted to the door, Jack emerging in just a part of grey joggers. A few objects in his hands.

His hair was falling in front of his eyes, still damp from his shower. Small droplets of water glittered as they made paths down his neck and chest. Jack's toned torso caught my gaze, the v lines on his hips disappearing into his boxers. My eyes flicked back up to his face, which now held a grin with deep dimples. He was beautiful.

"I never knew food caused so much attention." He joked.

His deep laugh echoed around the room as my focus dropped down, my cheeks tingling with heat.

He walked up to the bed, dropping a bunch of junk food onto the mattress to then just stare at me.

"I figured you'd be hungry."

"It's 1 a.m. in the morning." I reassured him. Eating this late at night is bad for you.

"So?" He chuckled. "Perfect timing."

"You don't eat a lot of home cooked meals, do you?" I asked curiously as I watched him open a bag of Lays chips.

"I'm never around." He shrugged his shoulders, shoving in his hand to pull out three of four chips and stuff them in his mouth. He handed the bag to me and took it, grabbing a couple of chips myself.

"Why?" I asked. "Where are your parents?"

Something about telling him that made his expression change completely. I don't know if it was the fact that I asked why it brought up his parents but something in there drove him to his edge. I can tell something wasn't right. The hurt and anger in his eyes, painfully clear.

"My parents are none of your business, and neither is my schedule." He grinned in annoyance. "So.. Eat up." He threw me a box of cookies.

I thought about it for a while. What could possibly be the story behind them now? Are they dead? Were they not good enough? I have to say, I was quite interested because maybe they could be the reason why he acts like this. Something wasn't right.

Looking back up at Jack, he seemed pretty shaken by the subject. Recalling how he acted tonight with Andrew, I decided it was best to drop the subject.

That's why I moved to the next one.

"So that Andrew guy?" I looked back down at the chocolate chip cookies and took a bite out of one. "You two know each other for a while?"

"What's with all the questions?" Jack asked furrowing his eyebrows and looking back down at me. He had a water bottle in his hands as his long body stood besides the mattress.

I nervously looked back down, unable to make eye contact with him. "Just trying to make conversation." I shrugged my shoulders before looking back up at him. "You know, it doesn't hurt to get to know someone."

"You really wanna know me?" He arched a brow, throwing the bottle into the mattress.

I didn't reply to that.

All of a sudden, Jack sighed. I don't know what got into him that moment but it looked like he was going to speak.

"Yeah, we've crossed paths a few times." He looked down, shrugging his shoulders again as if it was no big deal. But it was.

Jack looked back at me after answering my question. He seemed like he was waiting for a reply from me.

"Well, are you going to say anything?" He arched his brows, eyes widening. It was more of an annoyance look he displayed but I found it somewhat cute.

I quietly giggled at the reaction. Looking up at him, I noticed he didn't like the way I was taking him being serious as a joke.

"Jesus, lighten up." I giggled. "Not everything is meant to be taken so serious."

"Well, I'm a serious person." He retorted.

I said nothing more. He seemed pretty upset and I didn't want to urge his temper any further. I think that by now we're all aware of what he's capable of doing when in rage.

I turned back to eat some more food. Pretending what happened never did.

The room was silent. Jack flicked his vision towards the clock and nearly widen his eyes at the time.

"Uh.." He cleared his throat. From the looks of it, he seemed very nervous. I'd say he was running late to do something. But what can he possibly be thinking of doing at 1 a.m. In the morning?

"I'll see you in the morning." He excused himself, leaving everything aside and storming out of the room.

I didn't bother in asking what he was going to do. I knew it was none of my business. Jack's none of my business.

I still feared him, despite the intimate moment we shared a short time before. He was still the same dangerous, angry, drag racing guy my friends told me about. Yes he got me out of that mess with Andrew, but he did it in a way that's still fresh in my mind.. Brutally.

Shaking the thought away from my mind, I stood up from the bed. I wasn't really that hungry so I grabbed all the food Jack brought for me and set it aside on the desk.

I walked back to the bed, undoing the sheets before sliding inside them. They smelled like him. The lights were turned off from the lamp on the nightstand. It was a little while before I could fully relax.

I laid awake for what seemed like hours, my mind racing, desperately trying to figure out what had happen to my normal life. Jack.