Jeremiah and the unknown
1168 Words
Alabama
Everything with Jeremiah is fast-paced, and although I would normally like that with anyone else, I don't like it with him. He makes me feel out of control, and that is not good. I have to always be in control of everything, my job, all of my situations, relationships, even family and all the activities we do together. Dallas is really understanding and often asks me what I want to do, even where I want to eat, and they never make a fuss about the places I choose. I am glad that Tyler, James and Pops have allowed me to take over everything that has to do with the land we all moved into. They really value my opinions, especially about the animals. I am the one who found all the horses. We went and met them and, so far, I am the one who visits them every day and helps take care of them. I know that they are looking to hire people to help with everything, but I love doing it as much as I can, and it won't stop when they get the new hires. It truly helps me relax. It feels as if the animals know me. We have a connection. Being around the animals makes me realize that I need to learn to separate the connections I have with people though. I have to make sure they are healthy connections and relationships, especially with Jeremiah. I feel like he is the ocean, pulling me in further and further, and I am drowning.
Yesterday, when scheduling Jeremiah's meeting, I never thought it wasn't happening here, that he was going to have to fly there, and that I had to go with him. This man really gets under my skin. A little heads up would have been nice, although he did tell me I would have to travel with him. I guess I have to put it in my mind that things will pop up, and I have to be flexible. Even if it makes me feel out of control. It happened in the military, and I guess that is kind of where this anxiety has built from. Anything can happen at any moment, and I grasp on to what I can handle and figure out the rest as I go. As long as I am always prepared, I can do anything. Guess there are two things that make me feel out of control. Jeremiah and the unknown.
I got ready early. I put on a black mid-thigh dress, with a small brown belt. A pair of black heels with brown and gold on them. I leave my hair down, and add some mascara and lip gloss to my face. I have never been one for a bunch of makeup like Virginia or Dallas. I am more plain, like Cali and Ella.
I make sure I am at the private airport real early. A black SUV arrives 5 minutes later, and Jeremiah hops out the back seat. "Good morning," he looks so good. As if he got 12 hours of sleep, while I barely slept a wink. I want to ask him why he didn't come over and sneak into my house last night, but it's better if I don't. I know we can't keep this up. I have to stop looking forward to it. "Good morning," is all he gets this early in the morning, and he better be grateful for that.
I sit here in the private jet, annoyed at how hard the flight attendant is flirting with Jeremiah. She bends down to place his drink on his little table. Her t!ts are on display for him, and me, since I am sitting right next to him. I should have sat across from him instead. I suddenly hate the way I feel about my small boobs.
I notice his disapproving face, but he doesn't say anything. He picks up his drink and takes a sip. "So, you will only be taking notes for me, nothing more," he tells me, and I am annoyed that he does not let me go and work on what I am good at doing. I know that eventually I am going to get bored being in the office all day long. I am sure he can use me for something better. I can help protect someone, save lives or something. I am about to answer him and tell him that I bought a special tablet to take notes on, when the flight attendant interrupts. Why is she still here? "Can I get anything else for you, sir? Anything at all, you name it, and I will give it to you," she purrs. I put on my headphones and stare out of the window instead. I don't want to hear his answer.
Jeremiah
I know everything about Alabama. I knew the moment she not only became uncomfortable, but also upset on the jet. The moment the flight attendant bent over in my face, I knew she wanted to end her life. I could feel it. Ali doesn't know how in sync I am with her, her body, her attitude, everything about her. To everyone else, she always has that poker face. Serious, protecting, heartless Ali, but to me, I can see through it all. That's why I knew as soon as she got quiet, that I had to find a way to make her feel better.
We are now on our way to the meeting, and I am a little worried. Michy is Brian's secretary. I have never touched her, but Michy got drunk one night at a Christmas party, and she came on to me. She was really drunk, and I would never take advantage of a woman in that state. I prefer my women willing, sh!t, all I prefer anymore is Ali. Back then, I thought I could mess around with her, have some fun or whatever, but she did some things I didn't like, like ask me for money, expecting me to give her gifts, and to pay for her rent. I think she sees me as a sugar daddy, a cash cow, and all I see her as is a gold digger. She would send me messages and tell me not to tell Brian. I later found out that the same was happening with him. Brian is a married man, by the way, and he is sleeping with his secretary, giving her money, and I just want nothing to do with that. It isn't my business, even if I don't agree with it. What I hate is how she acts like if we have a relationship, like we know each other and are close. I do not know this woman. To me, she seems a little off. Just interested in what someone can give her. Whatever floats her boat, she just needs to stay the h3ll away from me. At least I know Ali will put her in her place if it is needed.
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