Free Lost and Found by Megan Fields

draws your eye to different areas other than just the buildings.” I’m staring at him now and his hand squeezes my waist breaking me from my thoughts. “What are you thinking in that pretty little head of yours?” He asks.
    I look down, cursing the fact that he still seems to be able to make me blush. What would he think if I told him I wanted him to get down on his knees and beg to pleasure me? Would he do it? Would he listen to my commands? I want to tell him to get on his knees, slide my dress up off my hips and press his nose against my soaked panties. My eyes meet his and he’s still staring at me amused, awaiting my response.
    I clear my throat. “I’m thinking that I’d like to purchase this picture.” I focus on the picture once more and feel his grip on my waist relax. I can sense his disappointment in my response and I try to pretend I don’t feel the magnetic draw we have to one another.
    “Well I better stick a sold label on it then, before someone else tries to take it.” I feel like there’s a hidden meaning behind his words, but I can’t grasp them. He steps away from me and scribbles on a sticky note before placing it beneath the picture. “If you’ll excuse me I need to do the rounds.” He places a perfunctory kiss on my cheek and wonders off into the crowd. I feel a loss as he leaves me, like I don’t know what to do without him.
    For the next hour I only see Jack from a distance, as I peruse the art work and chat with various people I recognise. Every now and then I catch Jack looking at me, but no sooner than I notice, he averts his eyes. I decide to take a break and head up to the mezzanine. Finding a sofa to relax on I close my eyes for a moment and try to block out the noise of the party.
    “You okay?” I don’t need to open my eyes to know who that voice belongs to. Alex’s tone is very different to Jack’s and as I look up at him I see he’s holding out a champagne flute to me.
    “I’m fine.” I smile and stand, taking the glass and following him over to the balcony. “Good night?” I ask.
    “Yeah it's been very successful. We’ve both gained some commissions from this event.”
    “That's amazing. Congratulations.” I hug him like the big brother he's always been. When I pull back he keeps his arm around my waist. Alex always treated me like part of the family and it seemed so natural. We continue chatting, when I hear a deep baritone voice that can only belong to Jack behind me.
    “Is everything okay?” I break away from Alex to look at Jack, who seems to be seething with anger and directing it toward his brother.
    “Everything's fine. We were just discussing the success of tonight and the commissions you’ve both procured.” He looks between us both as if seeing something that’s clearly not there.
    “Jack? Are you okay?” I ask walking toward him.
    He stops staring at Alex to turn to me briefly. “Well at least I now know why you just want to be friends.”
    I stare open-mouthed at him and my hand involuntarily slaps him across the face. I walk off without a word and find Lottie talking to some of the guests. “We're going!” She follows me out and I'm so angry I walk in a random direction.
    “Ella!” I hear Jack shout my name but I keep walking. Suddenly a strong hand grabs me and I swing round ready to slap him again, but he quickly blocks me.
    “What the hell’s going on?” Lottie shouts.
    “Jack here thinks I’m fucking his brother!” He winces at my outburst. “Is that not what you think?” I ask him coldly.
    He lets me go and sags against a shop wall. “Ella I...”
    “You’re such an idiot” Lottie steps up to him; her index finger pushed into his chest, “Ella would never do anything like that. You don't even know what she’s been through and you barely even bothered to keep in touch with her, even after you took her virginity!”
    “Lottie, that's enough.” I say sternly. Alex arrives on the scene with a bloody lip.
    “Everyone