MASH

Chapter 13: Second Place

~~~ Jessica's POV ~~~

"Mmm..." I moaned with pleasure as Benedict kissed me forcefully. We were tangled together onto my couch, lips and bodies pressed closely together, leaving no gap between us. I trailed my slender fingers down Benedict's chest, smirking when he stiffened under my touch. We were currently at my house since Kristle's not at home and we obviously can't go to Benedict's house because of a certain woman named Delia...

I unconsciously clenched my fist. If only she didn't met Benedict first and catch his heart first. If it was I who met him first, we would probably have six children now and able to do whatever we want, whenever we want. We definitely do not have to sneak around to steal a few kisses, always looking over our shoulders. 

Ah, but you still wanted him even through you knew what would happen, Jessica. Angel Jessica pointed out, a smirk shown clearly on her face and I sighed heavily. It was true and no matter how much I want to wipe that smirk off her face, I knew without a doubt that Angel Jessica was correct. I knew of the fact that I can't meet Benedict anytime I want nor kiss him in public, declaring to the world that Benedict belonged to me and I to him. There was always the off chance that Delia was passing by or one of their friends noticing us and telling Delia. Nothing in this world is secret.

I knew that my place in his heart would always be after Delia since I was, of course, the so-called mistress, the second woman. His heart can't be mine fully. His heart was already kept under lock and key with Delia and I can't smuggle it out. Argh. Life is just so damn unfair. I groaned into Benedict's mouth and he pulled apart, asking curiously, "What's wrong, Jessica?"

"Nothing's wrong, Benedict." I smiled angelically at him even through my mind was thinking,Of course, something's wrong, Benedict! We are now hiding away in my house, unable to go somewhere public, and hoping desperately that neither Kristle nor Delia finds out that weare having a affair or there would be a World War Three! Of course, I didn't say that out aloud. Benedict's lust for me might be surprisingly strong but I doubt that he would withstand my outbrust. Instead, I planted a kiss on his lips, silencing any other questions from Benedict.

However, Benedict gently pushed me away and arranged us into a proper sitting position. I looked at him curiously but he didn't response. He touched my cheek, caressing it gently and leaned forward, decreasing the gap between us. "What's wrong, Jessica?" Benedict repeated his previous question but this time, his voice was low and full of lust. His hot breath lingered on my lips, not quite touching me yet not quite not touching me.

A small moan escaped from my lips and I shut my mouth immediately, not wanting a second repetition. A pale pink flush covered my cheeks and Benedict leaned in closer. "Tell me the truth, Jessica." The way he was asking was so tempting, making me very hard to resist but I was damn stubborn. "That..." My breath caught and I took a deep breath before speaking in my normal, professional voice, "That is the truth, Benedict."