Chapter 15: Jenny

After stopping along the way at several road houses and tourist attractions, I finally make it to San Marino at the end of the day and book into a motel to get some rest. I already feel that this road trip has been a good idea, as my mindset has already improved considerably since I left Los Angeles

I open up my laptop and write Stacy a quick email.

Dear Stacy, just wanted to let you know that I’m safe and that I have made it to San Marino. I’m going to stay around here for a couple of days and write some articles about the restaurants in the area. Will send you the drafts of my articles as soon as am done with it.

Love , Jenny.

I almost immediately get a reply back from her.

Hi darling, you should know that Brad has been around to the office and is urgently looking for you. I get the feeling that he’s hit the road on his Harley to come after you, so don’t be surprised if you run into him somewhere along the road. As far as the magazine is concerned, the next edition will be live tonight at 9 PM, so feel free to take a look!

Love, Stacy

PS: We could do with a couple of articles about some sushi restaurants, if you can find any.

I smile when I finish reading Stacy’s email. She’s always thinking ahead and, even though I’m not there to discuss next month’s edition with her, she’s already got a picture in her mind of what she thinks it should look like and what articles should be included in it. I wait up until 9 o’clock to take a look at the new magazine online and I absolutely love it! The articles really pop and Stacy has made sure that everything has been put together with vibrant colors and just the right amount of advertising on each webpage.

I close my laptop and feel ready to go to bed. My mind is a lot more relaxed now and I feel as if I will soon be ready to reconsider the whole thing with Brad carefully. I expect to have a good night’s rest, but keep having the same dream over and over… I find myself in various settings with Brad and every time I turn towards him to say something he suddenly disappears.

I wake up the next morning, and even though I’m slightly troubled by the recurrence of the same kind of dream about Brad which I have had all night, I feel refreshed and ready for the day.

I leave the motel and start looking for a sushi restaurant. I think that Stacy’s idea is a good one and I already have a rough framework in my mind for an article about delicious sushi. Even though I do my best to locate a sushi restaurant, I have no luck and eventually settle down to write a review about a local steakhouse. No one in the restaurant recognizes me, but the service is excellent and the juicy steak they bring me is so good that I cannot contain my satisfaction. I give the waiter a handsome tip and go back to my motel room to write a glowing article about the restaurant. I glance at my watch and notice that it’s around noon, so I decide to take a stroll through town to see what other places there are to see and visit.

I find a delightful coffee shop and go inside to order myself a cappuccino with foam and chocolate sprinkles. It’s absolutely delicious and I soon order another one. The coffee shop is situated right across a beautiful row of large oak trees and the setting is so beautiful that I end up spending a couple of hours there, just sitting and thinking about things.

I finally get around to considering my relationship with Brad and I now find myself thinking that I may have overreacted. Even though that bastard who came over to the office had no right to say to me what he did, I should at least have given Brad an opportunity to respond to his allegations. Perhaps it was all just a fabrication and I suddenly wished I could speak to Brad and discuss the whole thing with him. The one thing I suddenly know for certain is that I’m not ready to just let go of the relationship without at least speaking to Brad one last time. The magic of our connection requires me to at least talk to him… discuss things with him openly and see if there might be a way to carry on from here.

Later that afternoon I go back to my motel room and switch on the TV to see if there is anything nice to watch on cable. I find an old movie and start watching it. The strangest thing is that every single situation in the movie reminds me of Brad and me in a certain way. When the two main characters have a fight it reminds me of the way Brad and I used to experience conflict when he first started coming to my office. When the characters in the movie kiss and make up it makes me think of the day when Brad came to serenade me at the office and I finally gave him a chance.

“I wonder if every single thing I watch on TV from this day on is going to remind me of you?” I whisper to myself and switch the TV off when the movie is finished. I close my eyes and start thinking about all of the wonderful times Brad and I spent together at my apartment. I suddenly wish he could be right there next to me on the bed and I realize that everything seems less colorful and exciting without him in my life.

I fall asleep early and have a really good night’s rest. This time, I don’t dream of Brad… or if I do, I don’t remember it when I wake up the next morning. I decide to take a ride through town and look for other restaurants to try out. I feel fairly certain that there are no sushi restaurants close to my motel and hope that I may locate some a little bit further away.

I really have a great time exploring the town and find many things that are very interesting and stimulating, but don’t manage to find a sushi restaurant, so I start driving back towards the motel at around noon. I decide to stop by the lovely coffee shop again and to have some more of those delicious cappuccinos. I park my BMW right in front of the place and walk inside to find a waiter. As soon as I’ve placed my order I walk outside and sit down at the same table where I had my coffee the previous day. When my cappuccino arrives I take a sip of it and the coffee tastes even better than the two I had yesterday.

I sit back in my chair and relax, staring across the street at the peaceful, large oak trees. When a shadow falls across my table I don’t think much of it at first, figuring that it’s probably just the waiter who has come around to see whether I’m ready for my next cappuccino.

“Fancy meeting a gorgeous girl like you with a fancy light blue BMW in a small little town like this,” a familiar voice speaks up from next to my table. At first I don’t register why I recognized the voice… but then it slowly dawns upon me. I look up and there he stands…

It’s Brad!

Without thinking I jump up and throw my arms around him.

“Oh Brad, I’ve missed you so much!” I say and before I know it the tears are running down my cheeks. Brad leans down and kisses all the wetness from my face.

“I don’t know what happened baby, but I’m so glad I found you,” he says and kisses me intimately for the longest time.

“It was so terrible… I couldn’t understand why the guy said all of those terrible things… he said you were just using me,” I stutter, but Brad kisses me and places his finger over my lips.

“I spoke to Stacy and she told me that some guy showed up at the office and said some terrible things about me… but I want you to know that, whatever he said to you, it was all just lies and I’m not afraid to tell you, right here and right now, that I love you. I really love you from the bottom of my heart, Jenny, and I am going to do everything within my power to protect you and keep you happy!”

I look straight in his eyes and can tell that he means every word he’s just said to me. I suddenly have no doubt in my own heart anymore and my voice is steady as I reply, “I love you too Brad… I really love you!”

The rest of the day is a bit of a blur and all I can remember is that Brad goes over to my motel room with me and help me pack my things. Then we drive over to a fancy five-star hotel and begin to the penthouse suite.

We make our way up to our room and as soon as the door shuts behind us we rip off one another’s clothes like hungry animals. Brad bends down and starts kissing me all over… lingering over my pussy for just a moment before splashing it with waves of pleasure as he licks me all over my secret parts. I moan softly as he carries me over to the bed and continues to feast on me. I feel myself drifting off to a paradise of lust and desire as he continues to stroke me, lick me and finger fuck me to heaven. When I feel as if my body is going to catch on fire, he positions himself on top of me and rams his rock hard cock all the way inside me without any further foreplay. I love the way he takes me and fucks me like a man possessed… as if he’s a warrior who has just returned from a mighty battle and come home to his glorious maiden who’s been waiting for him all this time.

“Oh fuck me Brad… fuck me hard and deep!” I moan so loudly that everyone in the hotel can probably hear us. But I couldn’t care and Brad starts slamming his cock so hard and deep inside me that I feel as if my entire body is going to explode with pleasure. When I can finally take no more of it, I arch my back and feel myself sliding over the edge of the rainbow at the same moment as Brad spurts several powerful jets of hot, warm cum deep inside me. I hold him close and feel like I never want to let go of him again as we lay there in the aftermath of our incredible lovemaking.

“Promise me you’ll never disappear like that again,” Brad whispers and I nod my head eagerly.

“I promise… I promise you I won’t ever leave you again,” I whisper and then it starts all over again. We make love until the early morning hours and when we finally fall asleep he holds on tight to my body and I rest my head on his powerful torso until we wake up in each other’s arms the next morning.

We spend the next couple of days driving around San Marino, just being happy and strengthening the relationship between us again. We don’t talk about the incident at my office for too long, except that Brad asks me for a description of the person who’d walked into the building and assaulted me.

To my delightful surprise I discover that Brad actually knows San Marino very well, especially all the restaurants in the area. It turns out that he used to live there and he even knows about a hidden little sushi restaurant which doesn’t advertise or have a website on Internet. I suddenly understand why I’ve been unable to locate it, as I’d basically done an Internet search and looked at some of the local magazines when I was looking for a sushi restaurant.

We go to the sushi restaurant and have a wonderful time as we taste their delicious dishes. The owner is really friendly and it seems that he and his family are the only people working in the restaurant and he explains to me that this is the only way for them to guarantee the quality of their food. I’m really impressed. I mention to the owner that I have a magazine where I write reviews about restaurants and I ask him if it would be okay for me to write an article about him and his place. He seems very excited and tells me that he’s never had the money to do any advertising or to create his own website. I end up writing a beautiful article about the sushi restaurant and send it off to Stacy for her attention. She soon writes back and tells me that she thinks we should make it the main focus of our next issue and I email her back to tell her that I agree.

The time I spend with Brad in San Marino feels like a honeymoon and I wish it would never end. I realized that I wasn’t wrong about him… that he wasn’t just using me for sex, or working with some hidden agenda. We are truly and deeply in love and I know that I’ve never felt so happy in my entire life. Brad and I visit a local bar in the evening and there’s a guy playing guitar and singing. Brad walks up to him and asks if he can borrow his guitar to sing me a song and when he’s done the entire bar gets to their feet and applauds his efforts. It makes me feel incredibly special that he so publicly displays his affection for me and it just makes me love him more.

After about ten days in San Marino we both decide it’s time to go back to LA. Brad assures me that he will be keeping an eye out for anyone who tries to cause trouble at the office and I tell him that Stacy has also hired security guard to guard the entrance of our offices. We pack up and soon hit the road with Brad driving in front on his Harley and me following in my BMW. It feels like a victory procession or something and we stop along the way at various places just to taste the food and take in the local sites.

When we finally get back to LA it feels good to be home and the first thing I do is to stop at the office. Stacy is incredibly glad to have me back and she excitedly tells me about all of the new business she’s managed to get for the magazine by way of advertising contracts. The last issue of our Internet publication has also been a great hit and we have gained another two hundred and fifty new paid subscribers. She tells me that the security guard is doing a great job and that I can relax, as I will be safe in my office. No more unannounced visitors!

Brad tells me that he just wants to go home and get everything ready and that he will be picking me up that evening to take me and show me his place, just like he originally promised. I find myself looking forward to this event with great anticipation and I can’t wait to finally find out a little more about the personal life of the man I love.