Recharged

by Lulu Pratt

  It’s all gone… Jacob, Asher… everything… is just gone, and my heart feels like it’s in a vise grip. I don’t wish this pain on my worst enemy, this slow tortuous destruction. My entire world has come crashing down around me in a matter of days.

  My mind screams for him to say something, anything, that will make me feel better. I want him to say it’s a lie and tell me I’m wrong, but deep down I know the truth.

  “I don’t know what Magdalene said to you exactly, but I want to tackle this with a cool head. You may not believe me, but I have proof and I want you to see it.”

  “Proof of what?” I ask. “I don’t need any proof to know what a liar you are and how you used me. Why didn’t you tell me from the very beginning? You took things too far, way too far. I’m not a plaything, I’m a human being with real feelings and I deserved better than that. I really thought you cared about me, Asher.”

  I lose the battle with myself and the floodgate of tears flows free. The sobs are uncontrollable as I finally release the pent-up anger and sadness I’ve been holding in for days.

  I didn’t do anything to deserve this. I was good to Magdalene, and even better to Jacob. If nothing else, I regret the day I confronted Asher Jordan. I should have reported him and left it at that, but I didn’t. My big mouth led to this heartbreak. I did this to myself.

  “Jade… Jade, please say something,” he says. “Don’t cry, please don’t cry.”

  My mouth opens and closes several times, but I can’t bring myself to say more. Instead of any words coming out, I sit there on the edge of the bed, sobbing.

  This is wrong, all of it. I thought I could handle confronting him, but I was wrong, this hurts too much.

  “I’m sorry. I’m so damn sorry, Jade,” he says in a soft voice.

  I hear him, but his words may as well be falling on deaf ears. His apology is hollow in my opinion. This is the second time I’ve been in this same position with him apologizing and it has officially gotten old.

  Sorry doesn’t fix my broken heart or get my job back. Sorry doesn’t repair the shattered relationship I now have with Magdalene and Jacob. Sorry doesn’t do a thing for me right now.

  Chapter 32

  ASHER

  My plan is going to hell in a handbasket, and I can’t bear listening to Jade sob into the phone like this. She needs me, and she needs me now. I don’t know what made me think I’d be able to smooth things over on the phone, but I was dead wrong, and I need to enact a new plan, because I need her too.

  I head over to the elevator and push the button for Jade’s floor, with no set plan in mind other than getting to her.

  “Jade? Hello? Can you hear me?”

  She’s no longer yelling at me, but I know she’s still there because I can hear her crying in the background. This isn’t what I’d envisioned. Listening to her cry and hearing the pain in her voice is like a knife twisting in my heart. If I’m hurting this bad, I can only imagine what she’s going through.

  Clearly Magdalene has lied to her about the details, but I hope Jade lets me clear the air and set the record straight.

  I bulldoze my way out of the elevator and head down the hall in search of Jade’s room. Once her door comes into view I close the distance in two fast steps.

  “Jade!” I scream her name and pound on the door with my fist. “Please open the door!”

  My fists pound the door over and over, until suddenly it flies open, and there she is, with her red tear-stained face. Her hair is pulled back into a ponytail and her eyes are puffy.

  Everything unfolds within a split second, even though it feels like a lifetime. I step forward and wrap my arms around Jade and to my surprise she doesn’t fight back.

  “I’m sorry,” I say over and over like some type of meditative chant.

  She buries her face into my chest as she sobs loudly. “How could you betray me like this?” I hear through the cries.

  I tighten my grip and rock her back and forth slowly.

  “I didn’t,” I whisper. “I didn’t betray you. You mean too much to me, and if I don’t know anything else, I know I would never betray you, at least not on purpose.”

  “But Magdalene said—”

  “Magdalene is a liar,” I proclaim boldly. “I’m going to tell you the truth if you just give me a chance. I know it probably won’t change your mind about the situation, but I still want you to know.”

  I lead Jade over to the bed and we sit on the edge, facing one another.

  “Yes, I dated Magdalene, but it was brief, nothing serious. She was a part of the social circle I’m in and one thing led to another on a few of those dates,” I say.

  Jade grabs a tissue out of the box on the nightstand and dabs at her eyes. “Go on,” she says. “Tell me everything.”

  I exhale and run my fingers through my hair. “There was no real chemistry between us so I stopped seeing her and stopped taking her calls. She thought she would get back at me by dating a friend of mine. Heath was just looking for a good time, but he got more than he bargained for.”

  “That’s for damn sure,” Jade says under her breath.

  “Magdalene ended up pregnant, and I’ve asked her on numerous occasions about Jacob’s paternity. She said he wasn’t mine, but the dates were too close for comfort, so I set out to find the truth once and for all. Let me be clear though, I didn’t decide that until after I started seeing you. I didn’t go into this with the intentions of using you to get to Magdalene or Jacob.”

  “Is that it?” she asks.

  “No, there’s a little bit more,” I admit. “I’m wrong and I know it. I should have told you about Magdalene and the questionable paternity in the very beginning, but things between us were going so well. Honestly, I was afraid to say anything because I didn’t want to lose you, so I kept my connection to Magdalene and Jacob a secret. Just so you know, Magdalene has consistently assured me that Jacob isn’t my child, but I now know otherwise.”

  I reach into my pocket and pull out the envelope I’ve been carrying around in my pocket.

  “Here, see for yourself,” I say, handing the envelope to Jade.

  Her hands tremble as she takes the letter from my hand.

  “So, Jacob is your son?” she finally asks.

  “Right,” I say. “I can’t say for sure that Heath knows the truth, but I am Jacob’s father.”

  She folds the paper back up and puts it in the envelope before handing it back to me with fresh tears in her eyes.

  “Okay,” she says with a sniffle, folding her arms across her chest. “Are you finished now?”

  I close my eyes and pinch the bridge of my nose. “You may not believe me, but you’re all I’ve thought about these last few days. I’ve been agonizing over what I would say to make things right. I should have told you everything when I asked to start over with a clean slate. I’ve made plenty of mistakes and I’ll probably make a thousand more, but you weren’t one of them, and neither was Jacob. Magdalene doesn’t have my heart, she never did, but you do, and I want to make things right with my son. I love you and I never wanted to hurt you, Jade.”

  She releases an audible gasp and I’m just as shocked as she is. I said the words, “I love you” for the first time. They rolled off my tongue so effortlessly, but I meant them with every fiber of my being.

  “You love me?” she asks.

  I reach out to grab her hand. “Yes,” I attest. “This hasn’t been a smooth ride at all, but I don’t want to give up on us, and I don’t want you to give up on us either. I love you with my mind, body and soul, Jade Sinclair. Scout’s honor.”

  Tears spring back into her eyes, but instead of wiping them away she leans over and kisses me. It’s not the hot steamy kiss we typically share, but this kiss has deep feelings behind it. It signifies two people coming together as one in an emotionally draining situation. This kiss won’t erase the heartache I’ve inflicted on Jade, but it’s a much-needed Band-Aid.

  Chapter 33

  JADE


  Do I hold on to the past, or let go and forge on into the future with the man who has my heart? My brain is in an emotional fog and internally I’m at war with myself. Asher’s kiss is tender, but I can tell that he is taking his cue from me. He is waiting for me to make the first move. The last first move as I know that our relationship has crossed over into another stage.

  I lay back on the bed and pull Asher to me to try to start the healing process. No man has ever made me feel the way he makes me feel, and I believe him when he says there was nothing between him and Magdalene.

  Knowing he is Jacob’s father is both shocking and a relief. It was heartbreaking to think I’d never see the boy I’d grown to love so much again. Knowing I’ll have the opportunity to continue my relationship with Jacob is only an added bonus to Asher’s argument, whether he knows it or not.

  Right now, my body craves a very primal but necessary release. I reach for Asher’s shirt and slowly unbutton it. My hands rake down the front of his chest until I reach his waistband.

  “I missed you,” I say.

  Asher looks at me and understands everything. He plants kisses along my neck and shoulder. “I’m going to make sure you never have to miss me again. My heart ached for you every moment we spent apart.”

  Our lips collide again as Asher reaches for my shirt to return the favor of undressing me.

  He runs his tongue along the side of my throat, and down to the top half of my breasts. His hands reach around my back before unhooking my bra. My breasts bounce free as Asher pulls me from my sleeves and bra in one fell swoop. He pushes me back on the bed and unzips my pants and I knowingly lift my hips to give him room to slip them from my legs.

  “Not only have I missed you, but I missed the feel of your skin against mine,” he says, running his hands down the length of my thighs.

  I sit up to reach for his pants, but he puts his hand on top of mine and shakes his head.

  “No,” he says. “This is about you and only you. Just relax, baby. Let me do all the work.”

  I obediently lie back on the bed and lift my hips again as Asher slips off my lace panties. He kisses me on the lips as he begins to layer kisses down my body.

  “You deserve the world, and I’m going to do my damnedest to give it to you,” he says softly.

  I squirm in response to his fingers gliding over my skin. He knows the move is ticklish, but he does it repeatedly. His mouth reaches my thighs and he plants tiny kisses all over them.

  I run my fingers through his hair and guide his mouth right where I want him. The warmth of his breath reaches my sensitive spots before his mouth does, and I shudder at the feeling of the gentle caress. His mouth closes around my clit and my back automatically arches.

  His tongue makes tiny circles as his mouth gently suctions my clit. Blood rushes to that one area and for a moment I’m lightheaded.

  I moan and thrust my hips up to meet his mouth and match his rhythm, silently begging him to take me, all of me. My toes tingle first as the promise of an explosive orgasm threatens to take over my body.

  Not yet, I’m not ready yet. I reluctantly push his head back and he looks up at me, eyes wide with anticipation.

  “What is it? Are you okay?”

  “Yes,” I say followed by a heavy sigh. “I want us to come together. I need to feel you close to me.”

  “Whatever you want, baby,” Asher says before kissing my inner thigh. He reaches into his pocket and retrieves the condom before slipping out of his pants.

  He positions himself over me and I wrap my arms around him. I plant my face in his neck and inhale the rugged earthy fragrance of his skin. His hips thrust forward, and my breath catches in my throat.

  I release the stolen breath with a hiss as I dig my nails into his back. Nothing can top this moment, and I wish it would last forever. They say make-up sex is the best sex, and I think they’re right. Every nerve ending in my body is on fire, and each one is sending a pleasurable electric shock to the other.

  My hands slide down Asher’s body and ultimately rest on his hips as I help direct his rhythm and speed, thrusting my hips to meet him.

  “Right there,” I moan. “Don’t stop.”

  There’s a knock at the door, but I’m too close to the edge to care right now.

  “Room service!”

  I completely forgot about the food I ordered when I first came in, and I certainly don’t want it right now. The knock on the door continues for a few more seconds.

  “Just leave it!” yells Asher, his back curving to dig into me.

  I’m glad he answered, because my brain is on a one-way street right now. I grab a fistful of his hair with one hand and hold on tighter to his hips with the other.

  The wave of the orgasm sends my body into spasms, and for a split second I’m sure I know what an out-of-body experience feels like. After a few more thrusts, Asher joins me on the pleasure wave, groaning loudly in my ear as he grips my thigh hard enough to bruise.

  “Shit,” he grunts. “It’s never been that intense before.”

  I nod my head in agreement. Asher is right about that, it has never been that intense. Maybe our eclectic mix of emotions brought the whole experience to new heights.

  Asher rolls over, wrapping his arms around me.

  “I know I keep saying it, but I’m so sorry for making you feel used, and I swear I will never make you feel that way again. You mean everything to me and I’m going tell you that every single day. I love you, Jade.”

  I lay there, wrapped in Asher’s arms, recalling the question I asked myself earlier.

  Do I hold on to the past or do I let it go and forge on into the future with the man who has my heart?

  I don’t always make the best decisions, and this could be a major mistake on my part, but as of right now, in this moment, I’m choosing my heart. I turn to face Asher and close the distance between us and seal it with a kiss.

  “I love you too,” I say.

  Epilogue

  JADE

  If someone were to ask me a year ago where I thought I would be now, my answer would have been curled up on the floor with Jacob playing with a pile of toys. Hell, I may have even said cooking and cleaning or doing some other job that fell under my duties as a nanny. Never in a million years did I think I would be sitting on a stage with six other graduates as my culinary mentor gives his speech about how far we’ve come.

  Even more than that, I never considered I’ve have both. And standing here knowing what I have waiting for me after this ceremony is almost as exciting as what I’m achieving today.

  Thankfully, I’m surrounded by a bunch of people who not only believed in my food, but also believed in me. Both Bradley and Ray have been instrumental to my growth and I certainly wouldn’t be here without the two of them.

  I squirm around nervously as I look out at the crowd gathered in our honor. Rachel smiles and waves at me and I give her a small wave back. My parents are next to her, both of them beaming from ear to ear. I’ve accomplished quite a bit in my short years, but this is the moment I’m most proud of. My gaze finally lands on Asher and I lose all sense of what’s going on around me. He flashes that boyish grin of his and winks at me as Jacob squirms in his arms, clapping his tiny hands as he watches on.

  Asher is the last person I would have expected to be present and accounted for, but here he is, holding his son who looks more and more like him every day. For a brief moment, I wasn’t sure where we stood in our relationship and after the whole issue with Magdalene I definitely had my doubts about staying together.

  While I love Jacob, I never considered taking on the mother role. When Asher explained how I’d already been fulfilling the role, I doubted him, only to later learn he was right. I stepped into the unknown and let the chips fall where they may, and luckily, they fell in great places. We made the decision to commit to a relationship, raising his son together, and here we are, still going strong a year later.

  Asher made it crystal clear to me and
the world when he gave his statement to the press about me and Jacob. We were tired of being followed around, and the rumor mill didn’t help the situation, but after Asher’s statement, everything died down a bit.

  “We’re going to start the second part of the ceremony, so graduates, when you hear your name, come up and receive your official white chef’s coat,” says Ray.

  This is the moment I’ve been waiting for and I’m nervous beyond all reason. I quickly wipe my hands on my pants, hoping to rid myself of some of the sweat coating my palms.

  I can’t shake Ray’s hand with sweaty palms.

  I’m in such a good place with everything in my life. I even reconciled with Magdalene. I remember the day she called to apologize like it was yesterday. She admitted to lying about the whole thing involving Asher. She never even sought custody of Jacob, just the largest payday she could dream up. Little did she know, it was my convincing that spared her a legal battle with Asher’s lawyers, instead rewarding her with every request in exchange for full custody.

  “Jade Sinclair.”

  I rise to my feet and smooth away any possible wrinkles in my shirt before joining Ray at the podium. He helps me slip into the jacket and it melds to my body like a second layer of skin. The fit is perfect, and I doubt I will take it off anytime soon. This jacket makes me an official chef, with the culinary education to back up my talent.

  Ray beams at me and shakes my hand as we turn to pose for photos. I’m the last graduate, so we all exit the stage and walk over to mingle with our loved ones while the room next door is being set up for our celebratory dinner. I’m really excited about that part, especially since the main course is an original recipe by yours truly.

  Rachel makes it to me first and wraps her arms tightly around me. “You did it, Jade, you’re officially my personal chef!”

  I lean back from the embrace and shake my head. “Good try,” I say. “There’s no way I’m going to be your personal anything. You’d talk me to death before I even get the chance to cook anything.”