The Charm of the Director

Long Night's

The journey to the hotel where he stayed is still long. Just getting out of the place is difficult, let alone reaching the hotel. Dean is worried about Jessy. He was unconscious in the chair beside him. He still has time to think. What did Miranda tell Jessy that she looked depressed? He once vowed not to see Jessy hold back his tears, but he failed. He let loose a little. He looked back as long as he waited to get out of the place. The night was getting late, but he saw that the party was not going to end.

He thought back to Miranda. If the woman hurt her wife, what for? It was he who invited her to come to this place. But, Jessy was like this right now after she left him with Miranda. Then what actually happened. He also looked out. He opened his glass because he had waited a long time.

"When will I wait?" dean shouted at the man who was arranging the parking lot.

The man approached her. "In a moment, sir" he said nervously.

Dean closed the windshield. He looked at Jessy and touched her cheek. "Whoever hurts you, I will not remain silent" he whispered.

Sure enough, after waiting long enough, they could go from that place to the hotel where they were staying. When they get to the hotel, he has to pick up Jessy because she is unconscious.

"Dean, I want to go home;" whispered Jessy with open eyes.

Dean dropped Jessy right in front of their door. He's got his shoulder."Are you conscious?" ask Dean.

"They said I didn't deserve to be your wife. Do they know why we got married? You married me because you wanted to cover up all your scandals. And I agreed because I wanted your money. But they say something that demeans me." Jessy replied as she opened the door. He was still staggering to get inside.

Dean's surprised. Is that what Miranda said? It seems he has to make calculations with her. He went inside and saw Jessy sitting by the bed. Dean closed the curtains of the room. Suddenly she felt Jessy was behind her.

"Dean.." call Jessy. His face looks red. He was still drunk, he thought.

Jessy shook her head. "I'm not drunk Dean.I'm sober."

Dean frowned. But he didn't say anything to her.

Dean sat down on a large table that turned his back to the window. "Why? What are you feeling?"

Jessy approaching. "I thought of something." whispered slowly. He lifted his fingers and pulled Dean's suit. He stepped up and got closer without letting go of his fingers. "I thought of something" he said back.

Dean sighed. He pulled Jessy's waist and held her down with both hands. "What are you thinking?"

Jessy lifted her face. His fingers were raised to touch Dean's face. "Me, think.. How do you become someone worthy of being your wife?" jessy asked without removing her fingers from her face. He touched Dean's cheeks filled with a thin beard around his face. He smiles. "Even though I was young, I could say I deserved to get married. Right no?"

"Like this I can say that you deserve it. You tease me this way. Your innocent face makes me doubt whether you're drunk or pretending. One thing I will emphasize. No other woman deserves to marry me if not you."

Jessy's face was getting red. He lifted his body to level. He put his hand around Dean's neck and pulled it. For the first time, he dared to kiss Dean first.

"Teach me to be someone who deserves it." he whispered hoarsely as he let go.

Dean smiles. He lifts Jessy up like a child with ease. "By pleasure, Mylady.." He took a few steps to the bed. Then he lays Jessy's body on the bed without them letting go.

Initially Dean wouldn't do anything over the limit. He wants to wait when Jessy expresses her feelings to him. But, he couldn't help it. Jessy's skillful fingers opened each knot of her tie easily. He also opened every button of his shirt. Dean looked. He lowered his head and kissed her greedily. She wasn't sure Jessy was really drunk. He could not feel the taste of wine in his mouth. Jessy was already conscious and she acted on her own consciousness. It wasn't her that invited, it was Jessy. They started learning, not because Dean couldn't. But because usually it's not Dean who takes the initiative. With sober experience he treats Jessy like a rose that should not be hurt. He treated her gently even though he realized she was not romantic.

...***...

Dean tightened his embrace. "Every day before we get married, I've started to feel it. You're always there for me. I treated you badly once. But I will make up for it by treating you very well from now on. I'll make you happy. That's what's my priority. You still want that compensation money? Even if you don't want to, I'll still give it to you."

"I don't want to linger here. I want to go home." Jessy said.

"We've only been here one day. Don't you feel at home with me?" ask Dean.

"Whatever I do with you, it's all interesting. But it's better if we go home. I'm more comfortable at home."

"You want to go to Greece?" ask Dean.

Jessy woke up from her sleep. He leaned on his pillow. "Greece?"

Dean nodded. He kept his head on Jessy's feet which he had kept a pillow. "Two weeks ahead I have to go to Greece to start filming."

"Film shooting?"

"Yes. You wanna come?"

Jessy shook her head. "I don't want to interfere with your work. I'll wait for you at home."

Dean lifts his fingers to touch Jessy's necklace pendant. "You're kind. Then we'll spend the last two weeks together. What do you want to do?"

Jessy smiled. He imagines something. "I want to watch a romantic movie with you. I want to date you when we're at home."

"Romantic film?" ask Dean.

"You should watch it once in a while to add to your insight."

Dean laughs. "I knew. I don't like romantic movies."

"You should make it someday. I'll be the first spectator to watch it."

"If I'm in Greece, what if I miss you?"

"You can see all my activities in the media. Don't paparazzi follow me often?" ask Jessy.

Dean laughs. "Yes, this time I don't have to pay them to shut up. You should get used to getting attention from the people who follow you."

Jessy yawning. He lifted Dean's head off his feet. "I'm tired Dean, I want to sleep."

Dean wakes up and sees Jessy pulling her blanket. He quickly lay down beside Jessy. A soft snoring began to sound. Dean looked at Jessy. He smiles. Tomorrow he will meet Miranda to ask what happened.