They were all smiles and cheerful farewells as Jackson and Harper left Ethan and Emma's place. The happy couple waved goodbye to them from the doorway as they got into the car. Jackson put the top down on the car and honked the horn a couple of times as they drove off.

The anger inside Jackson started to mount as he drove back towards the house that he and Harper shared. He couldn't even call it his home because of the lack of intimacy that he had with Harper. Thoughts swirled chaotically around in his head as Jackson thought about how perfect Emma and Ethan's relationship appeared, how they looked so much in love. It became glaringly obvious to him tonight, when the two marriages were compared side by side as to which one was lacking. The harshness of the contrast grated at him. He looked over at Harper and cursed that their relationship wasn't the same.

"For fuck's sake!" Jackson muttered angrily under his breath and smacked the steering wheel with his fist.

Harper flinched as she looked at him with concern as her hair whipped around her face. She gripped the seat belt with her hands, her knuckles turned white. She had an uneasy feeling in her stomach about how Jackson was acting and driving. She wondered whether they were going to have another argument when they got home.

Jackson missed how it was in the beginning with Harper, although they weren't as sexually intimate as often as he would have liked, there was still al lot of warmth and closeness between them. This had waned once Harper had started taking lovers on the side. It seemed like all of the warmth that she had directed at him, was now being redirected towards others.

Now that Brooklyn was in the picture, it felt like all of attention was directed at her, with none left over for him. Even though he had his own little trysts on the side, none of them ever interfered with his life with Harper. They were just a release for him, doing the things that Harper wouldn't do for him.

He revved the car out between gear changes and drove faster than usual. The sports car clung to the road like it was on rails. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Harper clutching the seat belt with white knuckles and a worried look on her face. In his rage, part of him in a twisted way, enjoyed making her nervous with his reckless driving.

He blasted into the drive way, the engine of the roadster revving as he pulled in. Harper got out of the car quickly and started walking to the door like she couldn't put enough distance between them.

"Harper!" He called out irritated and agitated. "I'm going out for a drive for a bit."

"Ok Jack. Try not to wake me when you get home. Drive safe." She called back before disappearing quickly into the house.

Harper closed the door behind her and rested her back against it. So many thoughts raced through her mind. Part of her was thankful that Jackson was going out for a while, this meant no war of words tonight. His behaviour was becoming more and more erratic since their argument that morning. She heard the car tyres screech down the street as he peeled out of their driveway.

Jackson slammed the car into reverse and blasted out of the drive way, the tyres screeching down the street. The powerful V12 engine howling. His heart was racing and his blood was pumping. He started cruising the streets, challenging every car that he pulled up to, trying to bait them into a drag race. He needed to get his frustration out, any way possible.

Jackson pulled up to a set of lights next to a modified orange Toyota Supra MK VI, its silver decals and shiny chrome alloy wheels gleamed under the street lights. The beast was low slung on fat tyres with a wild body kit and a huge wing on the back. The good looking young couple in the front the seat were dressed like they belonged in the fast and the furious movies. They looked over at him and laughed derisively. He looked back and revved the engine with a smug smirk on his face and his eyebrow cocked. The couple laughed again and nudged each other.

"Hey," Jackson called out, revving the engine to get the attention of the female passenger. "Hey baby! You're so beautiful!"

Jackson revved his car again, the car launched forward a little bit.

The young pretty girl in the passenger seat smiled, albeit little confused. The young guy driving looked irritated by the off hand comment and he revved his car in return. The Supra's powerful engine rumbled in anticipation. In his side mirror, Jackson could see flames firing out of the Supra's exhaust.

With an eye on the lights, Jackson revved his car again in response to the street racer, his powerful car rumbling beneath him.

Jackson pushing the gear stick into first gear, loading up and balancing the clutch on the release perfectly, waiting for the lights to turn green. He watched the lights and counted to three in between the change of red to green.

His car took off and left the Supra behind like it was tied to a stake.The V12 roared to life as he launched his car, tyres screeching on the road.

"Come on baby!" Jackson muttered as he slammed through the gears like a seasoned street racer. "Come on!"

In 4.2 seconds, the Aston Martin went from 0 to 100 kph. He arrived at the next set of lights as the Supra pulled up seconds after him.

"Holy shit man!" The driver yelled out to him. "What do you have under the hood?"

Jackson smirked as he revved his car again to get the attention of the pretty young girl again.

"I love you." He winked cheekily and launched the car again without waiting for her to respond, leaving her in open mouthed shock and the driver looking furious.

The Supra chased after him for a few blocks, both of the cars exhausts rumbling and echoing through the empty streets, but the driver gave up when he couldn't come close to keeping up with Jackson.

Harper lay in bed and stared at the ceiling. She texted Brooklyn and was awaiting her reply.

Harper: I missed you tonight xx

Maybe she was busy? Who knows? She felt lonely after spending the evening with Ethan and Emma. As much as she liked hanging out with them, it was easier just hanging out with Emma. When the two of them were together, it was too much. Like a dream that she couldn't attain. It was what her parents wanted for her, a happy heterosexual life that was like everyone else. Even though the facade was still in place, it was now slowly crumbling away.

Will I ever be happy? Harper thought. With a woman? What will my life be like then?

Her phone buzzed on the side table as she fell asleep.

Brooklyn: Is everything alright babe?

"Goddamn!" Jackson muttered excitedly as he steered his car expertly, still driving at breakneck speed. "God fucking damn!"

Fuelled on adrenaline from winning the drag race, Jackson texted Isabella with shaking fingers.

Jackson: Are you up?

Her response came through seconds later: Yes Sir. Is everything ok?

Jackson: I need to see you.

Isabella: Of course.

Jackson: I'll be there in 10.

Her submissive response only pumped his adrenaline higher. His car roared into her drive way, the twin exhausts rumbling. Jackson made his way up the drive way and knocked on the door. Isabella opened the door within seconds as if she had been waiting on the other side. She was barefoot, clad in a floor length deep red silk robe, with her curls loose around her shoulders, her beautiful face bereft of make up. Her big blue eyes were filled with yearning as she looked at him.

"Come in Mr Thomas." She said softly, gesturing with her arm. She stepped aside to let him in and he entered her modest home.

"Would you like a drink?"

Jackson nodded. "Scotch on the rocks." He replied curtly.

She nodded and went to the kitchen to prepare his drink.

Isabella came back with his drink in the middle of a silver serving tray. She bent from the waist in front of him, her gown gaping open slightly showing him a peek of her generous cleavage under the silk robe. He suspected that she wasn't wearing anything under it and the thought aroused him.

"Thank you Isabella." Jackson took the drink and relished the forty year old scotch whiskey against his tongue. The smooth malt rolled over in his mouth dancing across his tongue with silky smoothness.

"It's Chivas. I hope that's ok." She murmured to him.

"Yes." Jackson replied, his voice husky with desire.

Isabella stood in front of him demurely her hands folded in front of her as if waiting for his next command. Jackson felt an electric thrill spin through his body. All thoughts of Harper and her lover left his mind as much more exciting development occurred in front of him.

He put down the glass of scotch and gestured to Isabella.

"Come here." He commanded while patting his lap with one hand. She slowly walked over to him and dropped gracefully into his lap. His hands undid the sash on her robe letting it fall open. He felt her breath in deeply and her body tensed in anticipation. Under the blood red robe, Isabella was wearing a tiny black lacy negligee that barely covered her voluptuous curves.

Jackson breathed in deeply. Her submissive nature was incredibly erotic and the tiny negligee fuelled the fire of his lust. He wasn't quite sure how to proceed from here. His mind raced with all the possibilities.

His hand slowly travelled up the length of her silken alabaster thigh, his fingers just barely touching her satiny skin. Her legs opened willingly, letting him feel her heat. He never noticed how beautiful and smooth her pale skin was. Small details that he never really got the chance to notice the first time that they were together. Jackson looked at Isabella, her eyes dark with passion for him. This was what he needed right now. A woman that wanted him, and him alone and not other women.

He pulled her body gently towards him, so she was straddling him.

"I want you." He said huskily. Isabella undid his pants and stroked him gently.

"Mr Thomas." Isabella murmured softly, nodding. "I want you too."

"Stand up." He commanded her.

Isabella stood in front of him, her hands shaking slightly with anticipation.

"Take your robe off."

Isabella unbelted her robe and shrugged her shoulders slightly. The blood red silken robe lay puddled on the floor at her feet in a swift movement. Her body was exquisite. Lush and full, almost bursting out of her skimpy lacy black negligee. Jackson breathed in sharply as he appraised her curves. Her continued subservience excited him further.

"Get down on your hands and knees." His voice was gruff with desire.

Wordlessly she moved gracefully to the floor in front of him. Jackson got up and walked behind her. He dropped to his knees and pulled her negligee up, exposing her creamy flesh. Her voluptuous backside quivered a little in the dim light from the lamp in the corner. He raised his arm and gave her a gentle smack. Isabella moaned throatily and her hips raised closer to him.

"Thank you Mr Thomas." Her voice caught in her throat.

Fuelled by her want, Jackson smacked her again, the red hand print turning him on further. Her firm flesh bounced against his hand. He ran his hands over her hips and entered her. She moaned as she felt him. Lust built up and he felt her climax, he kept going as he felt her peak again and again, her back arching in pleasure. Finally, he shuddered to climax, sweaty and satisfied. They lay tangled together, her face soft with pleasure.

Jackson lay on the floor of her living room, feeling Isabella's silken skin against his and the roughness of the carpet against his back. He felt torn. He could feel her rapid breathing next to him. She gave him everything that he needed that night.

He got up and went to her bathroom, feeling the need to wash off what had happened so he could go home back to Harper. As the water cascaded over his skin, part of him felt guilty for cheating on Harper again, but the other part felt that he had gotten what he needed. A release that was necessary.

Jackson stood under the shower, letting the warm water cascade over his head, mulling things over in his mind. The feeling of the water was soothing. He switched off the shower and took the towel that Isabella held out for him.

"Is everything ok Mr Thomas?" Isabella asked him anxiously. "Have I done something wrong?"

Jackson looked at her. She had put on her robe again, looking at him with a troubled look on her face. He smiled at her.

"Yes." He stroked her face with his hand. She moved her face against his hand, almost feline like, relishing in his touch. "And no, you were perfect."

Isabella smiled and touched his hand with hers fleetingly, almost in a cheeky way.

"I have to go." Jackson said a little sadly. Isabella nodded and stepped aside. He adjusted his clothes and leant forward and kissed her on the forehead gently. He relished the sweet smell of her skin as his lips lingered. He stepped back and took all of her in again, creating a mental snap shot in his mind before leaving to go back to his other life.