"Is there a reason why there is a tramp in the room next to Mouse's?!" I heard a shriek from down the hall. I groaned. I guess Harley found a way out. Wow. I also guessed she didn't recognize me, but then again, she had only seen my face once, and I looked completely different now that I was able to wear makeup and do my hair nicely.
I sat up and reached around for my mask, until I remembered I didn't need it anymore.
"Mouse left for a while to clear his name so he can be of use to me later, I needed a right hand man so I hired a dependable girl! Now get out, dammit, I was sleeping!" I heard Jack's rough voice scream, and I flinched. He never used that tone towards me, even when I was Mouse.
"But. . . But I'm dependable! What about me, sweetie?" she whimpered. God, I really wish I had a bat right now.
"Get out."
"No! Not until you-AH!" the sound of a vase hitting the wall caught my full attention. He had thrown a fucking lamp to get her to leave? Wow. Note to self: Never cut in to Jack's sleep time. He rarely sleeps as it is.
"Get OUT!"
She ran out, and ran right into my room. "You little. . . . . Home-wrecker!" she screeched angrily. I was surprised she really didn't notice the fact that I was the same girl as Mouse.
I smirked darkly. "Joker wouldn't appreciate you cutting into my sleep time."
"Bitch, I'll cut into YOU!" she shrieked, but before she could get close to me, a hand reached in the room and grabbed her by the back of the neck. The owner of the gloved hand walked in, glowering at Harley with dark eyes.
Jack.
He didn't look well, he looked as if he was ill.
"Do not push me, Harley." he growled, then looked at me. "You too. Don't." he trudged out of his room. My eyes widened in surprise.
He must not feel well at all.
I went downstairs, hearing whistles as I passed the guys, and rolled my eyes. I miss being Mouse, where I didn't get all the attention.
I started to make Pancakes for Jack, whistling to myself as I also cooked eggs and bacon. When I was done with the pancakes, I set the pan to the side to make room for the egg and bacon pan. When I was done with the eggs, I put them on the plate with Jack's pancakes, letting the pan sit to the side too. It still had steaming grease in it, so I wanted to be careful with that.
I was almost done with the bacon when I felt something slide down my backside. I jumped a little, turning to see one of the new henchmen. He was a very large fellow, with a yellow smile and terribly done tattoos running down his arms. Annoyed, I back kicked him, causing him to slam against the fridge. I continued to cook, tense now.
"Aw come on sweetie, don't play me like that. I know you want me." he spoke with a voice that disgusted me, it nearly sent shivers down my back. Repulsed, I didn't reply.
I heard him start to walk towards me.
"Do not touch me." I seethed every word loudly, venom dripping off of every word.
He started sliding his hand around my waist, up to my chest.
I quickly grabbed the egg pan and flung it at him, hot grease spilling along his face. He screamed in agony, I shoved him back and smacked him in the face with the bottom of the pan.
Jack had told me to watch out. That man had been charged with rape so many times it was unbelievable.
Jack rushed in the room angrily, then looked at the scene before him. He wasn't an idiot. He knew the goon had tried to pull something.
Jack grabbed the goon by the arm and dragged him away. He came back, silent, as we heard Jack's hyenas going insane and the screaming of the goon.
"Damn." I sighed, looking down. "I hate being a chick. That goon could have been of use."
He was quiet, then sighed after a moment. Not like him to be so quiet.
He ate the breakfast I made and then went into his office. I sighed, I did my hair for the whole day, thinking about him.
Later that night, I went to Jack's office and sat on his desk. He put down his pen and looked up at me.
"Jack, what's wrong?" I whispered quietly, my lips at Jack's ear. He shivered when his name passed my lips.
"Don't call me that. That's not my name anymore." he whispered sharply. I shook my head.
"Don't hide behind a lie." I sadly spoke, eyes to the ground.
There was a silence, which was broken when I gasped. He arms had snaked around my waist.
He roughly pulled me close, I giggled and kissed him softly on the mouth.
"So it's like roleplaying, I see." I winked.
He chuckled. "Well, yeah, even though the people we roleplay as are the people we hide deep inside ourselves." he spoke darkly, it made me shiver in delight.
"Mmm. I think I'd like either personality deep inside me." I winked. His eyes widened at my bold words, he chuckled and pulled me into the bedroom.
Author's note: This is the end of this chapter, I have a scene with mature content right below this note, you do not have to read it, it has nothing to do with the plot, but some requested I write it. It's just a scene, you can skip it.
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"Harley isn't here," he whispered huskily, lying me down on his bed. I bit my lip and pulled him on top of me after he locked the door and walked to the bed.
His lips trailed down my neck and bit down at the base of it, causing me to writhe uncomfortably under his tough teeth. They grazed the bite mark gently, causing me to let out a small moan. His tongue slid around the mark and to the top of my ear, pleasure following the tip of his tongue.
I slid my hand up his shirt, feeling his hard body. He seemed to enjoy it, for he pushed himself into my hand and allowed me to keep going, while he littered my jaw with sloppy kisses.
All of a sudden, he reached down to my knees and pulled them apart roughly, I gasped in surprise. He licked up and down my thigh, slipping off all my clothes, leaving me naked under his fully clothed body. He stared at me lustfully, hand stroking my breasts. I tilted my head back into the pillow, loving the feel of his hands caressing every inch of my body.
This was right.
He slipped off his clothes and lowered himself onto me, nibbling the skin inside of my thigh.
I pinned him onto the bed and ripped his clothes off, wanting to regain the dominance I had lost. He didn't like my dominance, he wasn't used to dominance, but I wanted to make him beg for his way instead of just simply expecting it.
I licked down his chest and ran my hands along his thighs, my lips gently grazing the tip of his hardened, erect member. He watched with lustful eyes as I licked around the tip, gently caressing the back of it.
He was getting impatient, I could feel it, but he kept quiet, except for a moan every now and then, so I just stopped all together.
"Please."
His plea made me look up at him in shock.
"I need you." he groaned, not liking the fact that he was saying it, I could tell from the annoyance in his eyes. I smirked.
"How bad?"
"Really damn bad." he spoke, his eyes locked on mine. I grinned, allowing him to get on top of me. He stroked my entrance with his tip, causing me to moan out in sheer pleasure.
"Please." I gasped, it was my turn to beg. He grinned, and, without a word, slipped in me. I gasped out, gripping the sheets as he thrust into me deep, caressing my walls perfectly, hitting my spot in the first try. I arched my back and gasped in pleasure as he continued to thrust into me, small moans escaping his lips every so often.
Our thrusts started getting fiercer, faster, the pleasure growing. Our moans got louder as we started to near our orgasms. He nuzzled his head into my neck, moaning softly, occasionally biting down on my neck.
I felt my walls start to tighten, my insides starting to go crazy, he hyped up his pace, knowing I was almost at my peak. He went harder, I gasped his name loudly as I released. After a few thrusts, he spilled his seed inside of me, riding out his orgasm. I held him close as he did, gently stroking his sides.
He moaned loudly, and collapsed next to me. I snuggled into him, grinning softly. Sleep overtook him, and in a couple of seconds, it took me under as well.