Before I could even open my mouth, he pressed his hand over it. "Just... don't say anything."
Jack buried his head in the crook of my neck,
the light scent of his cologne filling my senses.
"Whatever the reason, it doesn't matter. After waiting all these years..."
The bar was lively and bustling with noise at night. Back in our VIP booth, Jack lined up a row of bottles on the table, shot me a wink, and said, "To you being back on the market!"
During the five years I was with Anderson, I hadn't set foot in a bar even once.
Pretty much all his rules were just for keeping me in line.
Lights out by ten PM, no exceptions.
I couldn't smell like booze or perfume, and going out alone with another guy? Totally off-limits.
Even when I was just hanging with my girlfriends, I had to be back by eleven.
I was expected to do his laundry, cook for him, and basically run his entire lab.