I bit my lower lip, giving Jay a mischievous look as I took his hand. "Where are we going?" He asked me, never once taking his eyes off of my lips.

"To the bedroom." I slurred drunkenly. It had been so long since I felt him inside of me and my body desperately missed him.

My heart skipped a beat as he leaned closer, his hand sliding up my leg while caressing my soft, bare skin. One touch of his strong hand, and already I felt the heat running through my body. "You're so beautiful, Charlotte." He whispered to me softly.

His deep, husky voice made my entire body tingle as I find myself craving him more and more. I relished in the feeling of his hand traveling up my inner thigh, and rubbing the already wet area between my legs.

"You're really drunk," Jay laughed, planting a sweet kiss on my lips before pushing me down on the bed. "You need to get some sleep. Plenty of time for this." He smirked, leaving me aroused and confused.

I pouted to myself as he was out of the room, then curled up in the cold sheets alone. I didn't even have to time to wonder where he was going or if he was coming back because I had fallen asleep as soon as my body found comfort.

"Um, Charlotte, you might want to see this." Jay's voice spoke, waking me from my slumber.

I sat up slowly, then strode over to where he was standing in the window. Sure enough, I saw my car being towed out of the parking lot. We were very high up in his penthouse, but you could tell that it was my car even still.

"I knew they would do this!" I spat, clenching my fists.

"Are you about to cry?" Jay asked, never once leaving my side.

"No." I said simply. "This means war." I groaned, earning a wide eyed stare from Jay. "They think I'm going to come crawling back to them! They're wrong." I said, blinking away the tears I didn't want to shed.

I scurried away from the window, sitting at the edge of the bed. "Your parents are super petty," he laughed.

"Look, I just need to figure out how to support myself." I said sternly, slamming my fist on my knee.

"What do you mean? You mean get a job? Don't be ridiculous, you're not getting a job," he scoffed, practically laughed at me!

"Well, why not? How else am I going to make money?" I asked in all seriousness.

"It's easy. I'm going to pay and support you." He shrugged like it was the simplest thing.

"If I let you support me then I'll just feel like I belong to you," I told him.

Jay swooped me up into his arms and planted seldom kisses on my neck whilst holding me tightly around the waist. "You are mine. You do belong to me," he said deviously, smirking at me.

I couldn't help but blush and shake my head at his advances. "So I go from belonging to my parents to belonging to you?" I asked, raising a questioning brow.

"Well," he shrugged, sighing softly. "I guess the difference is I want you to be yourself. I want you to do whatever your heart desires." He smiled charmingly, causing me to go limp in his arms. I couldn't help but think of that as an invitation of some sort.

"What're you getting out of this?" I asked him, not once taking my eyes off of him.

"I'm getting some top of the line, grade A, pussy!" He grinned, grabbing my ass and making me scream and squirm in his arms.

"Alright, I'm convinced." I laughed when I felt him begin to tickle me. "You don't have to resort to torture." I said, wiggling my way out of his arms and rolling my eyes at him.

"Hey!" He said sternly, grabbing my face hard, and pulling me back against him. "If you keep rolling your eyes at me they're going to be out of your head," he whispered in a monotone voice. I blinked in shock, not sure whether he was joking or not. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so I did nothing.

He finally let me go, and I stared down at the floor, not sure if I could meet his eyes. "Lighten up!" He laughed after a while, and I was finally able to look at him. "I know you just got your car towed but it's okay. It's not the end of the world."