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  A Prisoner for Her Curves

  Love Letters from Behind Enemy Lines

  An Alpha Man and Curvy Woman Romance

  J.J. Loraine

  Copyright © 2019 J.J. Loraine

  All rights reserved.

  Table of Contents

  Chapter One: Layla

  Chapter Two: Jax

  Chapter Three: Layla

  Chapter Four: Jax

  Chapter Five: Layla

  Chapter Six: Jax

  Chapter Seven: Layla

  Chapter Eight: Layla

  Chapter Nine: Layla

  Chapter Ten: Jax

  Chapter Eleven: Layla

  Chapter Twelve: Jax

  Chapter Thirteen: Layla

  Chapter Fourteen: Layla

  Chapter Fifteen: Jax

  Chapter Sixteen: Layla

  Chapter Seventeen: Jax

  Chapter Eighteen: Layla

  Chapter Nineteen: Jax

  Chapter Twenty: Layla

  Other Titles by J.J. Loraine

  1

  Layla

  Dear Mr. Roe

  It is with great sadness that I write to inform you that Mr. Lester Robinson has passed away.

  You’ll be glad to know he went peacefully, in his sleep. He did not suffer.

  I tried my best to make him comfortable in his final days. I have to thank you for your wonderful letters to him. They were so helpful. I would read them out loud at his bedside. He would always doze off with a smile on his face; that’s how he went -- content.

  I’m sure that’s how we all want to go, in the end.

  As for the details of what Mr. Robinson has left behind for you, I’m not sure it’s my place to say, or even to know for certain. There was some talk of inheritance and property between us, but I was just his lowly caregiver and I didn’t prod for clarification.

  I’m left to sort through all of his old belongings now, trying to clean up before I have to move out. I have a busy couple of weeks ahead of me. They will be lonely without Mr. Robinson.

  I hope you don’t find this letter intrusive. I know we’ve never met before, but I feel like we share a bond. I spent so much time with Mr. Robinson – including hours upon hours of reading him your letters – that I almost feel a part of your relationship. I know that may sound creepy, but I want you to know I have no ill intentions, just gratitude.

  Your service, both to our country and to Mr. Robinson, is greatly appreciated. I know there have been times over the past year where you could have – and probably wanted to – call or email, but the fact that you stuck to writing letters because you knew how much they meant to Mr. Robinson shows what an amazing person you are.

  You are a testament to the man and all of his hard work.

  I just wish you could have seen how happy your words made him. Every envelop was like a present on Christmas day.

  I know it’s not easy to write. I’m even struggling with it now. I don’t think I’ve ever written a letter in my life. It’s a different kind of motion than typing. My wrist hurts and my fingers are starting to ache. I feel like such a baby. Here I am, sitting in a quiet little room in Mr. Robinson’s bungalow, struggling to do something that you have consistently found the time to do even from an active battlefield.

  You are truly all that Mr. Robinson had hoped you would become.

  I hope this letter finds you well and that this news doesn’t put a damper on your fighting spirit.

  I have great admiration for you. It would be my wish to meet someday and share our stories.

  Until then, please stay safe and know that there is at least one person waiting for you back home. I know life has been hard, but the least we can do is make it slightly better for those we care about.

  All the best,

  Layla Bush.

  2

  Jax

  Dear Ms. Bush,

  Thank you for your letter, I know it couldn’t have been easy for you to write, even without all the wrist cramping!

  I know the struggle, although I usually have to deal with a lot more dust that you probably did. I know you kept Lester’s place in tip-top shape!

  I’m sorry to have kept you waiting so long for a response, but I’m sure you’ll understand that your letter took an emotional toll on me. I just had to wait for my hand to steady down before I could hold a pen again. It’s a good thing we had a break from fighting, or else I might have been in real trouble.

  As you know, Lester was like a father to me. I was on a very dark path in life when I first met him, and, though I’m not quite where I want to be yet, I’m well on my way, thanks to him.

  I haven’t been contacted by any lawyers concerning his estate, as of yet, but that’s understandable. I’m not exactly in an easy to reach area. The last handful of letters I’ve sent have been from a heavily contested battle zone. We have a special courier who sneaks in and out letters for those soldiers who feel the need to contact their loved ones... in case anything happens to them. Most send notes to wives or parents, but all I had was Lester.

  He’s the one who convinced me to enlist; he’s the one who saved me from self-destruction; he’s the only one who I had back home... now I have no one.

  I’m writing this letter near the end of my week-long break, but I’ll be heading back into the belly of the beast tomorrow.

  If it’s not too much to ask, would you mind inquiring into the details of Lester’s estate for me? I give you my permission. I hope this letter will serve as enough proof for whoever you have to deal with. I’m sure he left me something, he always said as much before he... passed.

  I’d also like to thank you for all you’ve done for Lester. I think you need to give yourself some more credit. As wonderful as he was, I know he was never the easiest person to care for. I’m sure you know how highly he thought of you.

  I don’t know if you helped him with his own letters, but he often spoke of you in them. Anyone who could make a man that tough as sentimental as he was about you is a hero in my books!

  As for meeting someday... I would like that.

  I try not to look too far ahead, though. It can be dangerous to daydream about a peaceful future when you’re stuck in the midst of such a violent and uncertain present.

  If I make it out of here alive, you’ll be the first person I call -- or I can write a letter, if you’d prefer...

  Thanks again.

  All the best,

  Jax.

  3

  Layla

  Dear Mr. Roe

  I appreciate your kind words. I’m not sure if you’ll get this letter, as by now you’ll be back in battle, but I feel like I had to write back.

  I don’t know if letters from Mr. Robinson were taken into special consideration by whoever delivered them, since he was the closest you had to family, but I’ve addressed this letter as being from myself and not from him.

  I’d call or email, but I don’t know your number or address. All I have is your name and your unit code. I hope that’s enough to get through to you.

  There are a few things I would like to let you know.

  First, is that I’ve been having trouble finding out anything about Mr. Robinson will and testament. The whole matter is proving to be more secretive and contentious than I could have imagined. I didn’t think he was a particularly wealthy man, but there seems to be more to his estate than I can manage to grasp just yet.

  I don’t want to bother you with these problems, as I’m sure you have more than enough to worry about out there, but I thought it would be proper to provide you with an update. I will continue to write, not just because I believe you should be kept abreast of what is happening here, but also because I am lonely.

  I know th
at sounds selfish, but I don’t much expect you to get these letters anyways. I don’t expect your special courier to risk his life getting you a letter from the caregiver of your surrogate father. I’m sure these notes will just pile up at your basecamp while you’re off fighting. At least you’ll have something to read when you get back! And I’m sure you will get back. I have faith in you, as did Mr. Robinson.

  There are a few other, less important, details I could relay to you, feel free to skip to the end if you’re not in the mood for some light reading. I just have a glass of wine and a lot of time on my hands. Sorry if I’m a bore.

  I’ve been going through Mr. Robinson’s stuff, trying to sort out what to store and what to give away. I’m sure you know, much like you (and myself) he has no family to speak of.

  I’ve found some very interesting artifacts, including some old letters between Mr. Robinson and a woman!

  They must have been from around when he was our age. I haven’t read much of them yet, but they’re very sweet. He was quite the charmer when he was younger.

  I thought you might like to know, because I figured it might explain why he was so insistent on writing you letters and not calling or emailing – they clearly have a special meaning to him... although the dementia might have also had something to do with that. It’s possible that he just forgot he COULD call or email.

  I also found some pictures of you as a cadet that I’m sure you’d like to have.

  You were so cute!

  I’m sure you’ve grown into a very handsome young man. I could send them to you? Let me know. For now, I’ll hold onto them for safekeeping.

  That’s all for now, I guess. I’m not sure whether or not to expect a response from you anytime soon, but I’ll keep writing with updates, unless, of course, you want me to stop. I’d understand if you just want some solitude. Just let me know.

  Please stay safe!

  All the best,

  Layla.

  4

  Jax

  Dear Layla,

  No, please keep writing! And please, call me Jax.

  I’ve gotten into the habit of reading letters during my downtime in the battlefield. I find them comforting. We’re not allowed phones or personal computers out here anyway, so even if I gave you my number and address, I’d still only be able to read what you sent in an envelope.

  Sure enough, our special courier brought me your letter and I’m glad to have it. I’m also glad you didn’t attach those pictures of me as a cadet. If anyone saw them around here I’d be mocked mercilessly!

  I have to admit... Well, I don’t know if I should. I don’t want to be inappropriate... but I guess you only live once.

  A few letters before he died, Lester included a photo of himself at home. He was smiling and waving at the camera. I don’t know if you remember the picture, but you were clearly taking it, as I could see your full reflection in the body mirror by his bed. I even asked Lester if that was his caregiver in the glass and he confirmed. I was so shocked! I know Lester, and if there’s one thing that’s certain about him, it’s that he was... how should I put this delicately... a horn-dog.

  Even in his old age he’d hit on all the nurses and receptionists we’d come across.

  I could hardly believe he could control himself around someone so beautiful!

  I guess you must have really got to him, because while he mentioned your beauty before, it was never physical. He always spoke of you in such a glowing manner, like you were a spirit I just had to meet.

  Anyways...

  I’d sure love to know what’s in those letters you found between him and that woman. He’s told me tales of his rowdy younger days, but he was always so vague. Now we’ve got a first-hand source, we have to take advantage of that!

  Please relay the juicy parts, if you’d be so kind.

  Also, I’m sorry to hear that things with Lester’s estate aren’t going so smoothly. I’ve always felt like there was more to him than he let on, but he was an old school kind of guy. He’d give me bits and pieces here and there, but never the whole story, so I’m afraid I can’t really help you there. If you find out anything, definitely let me know.

  As for your letters,

  Really, please keep writing them. Just make sure to address them like you are now. I’m not going anywhere... fingers crossed. There’s only two ways out of where I’m stuck right now: victory or... well, you know.

  There’s a third way the courier keeps finding, but I’ll let him have his secrets. I’m not about to run away from this fight. It’s scary at times but I know Lester is watching over me. I don’t give up so easy.

  If you don’t hear back from me so quickly next time, please don’t worry. I’m just doing my job... I’ll be looking forward to your letters, but there’s only so much time I can dedicate to my own personal desires out here, the rest is dedicated to protecting myself, my crew and my country.

  I hope to hear from you soon.

  All the best,

  Jax.

  5

  Layla

  Dear Jax,

  I hope all is going well where you are – I just know you’re kicking some serious ass!

  I’ve made little headway on Lester’s final will and testament, but I have been reading the trove of letters I found in his basement.

  Oh, boy are they gushy!

  I guess they just wrote differently back then -- it’s like I’m reading something by Lord Byron! I can hardly believe it was our Lester writing these words! He’s so elegant!

  Some parts are definitely X-rated.

  I don’t know if your unit vets these letters beforehand, but just to be safe, I won’t include the naughtiness – I can summarize, though!

  So, it seems like Lester met this girl, Marie, in Europe. She’s a French girl. It’s unclear if he met her while fighting or while on leave. Do you know where he might have been stationed when he was around your age?

  Anyways, it seems like they fell in love at first sight... and more!

  I haven’t read all the letters yet, but it sounds like they... ‘made love’ while Lester was still In Europe. He couldn’t stay long and she knew it, yet they spent their nights together anyway.

  Lester must have been quite the looker!

  Unfortunately, Lester was called away more suddenly than he had expected, and they parted unceremoniously after only a few days together.

  He gave her his unit number and she sent him letters while he was off fighting – sort of like how we’re talking now.

  Their letters to each other go into a lot of detail about what they did to each other while they were together, and what they want to do to each other when they meet again... I won’t copy that down.

  They really seemed to be in love. I wonder what happened? I still have a pile left to read. I’ll keep you updated.

  My letters might become more sporadic over the next little while, though. I won’t have as much time to read and write as I did before. I’m vying for a new promotion at work.

  I really love forming personal connections with my patients like Lester, but I feel like there’s so much more I could do from an administrative position, and wouldn’t you know it, one just opened up!

  It’s going to be a hard road – I don’t think my boss (Gordon, grrr) likes me very much, he’s one of those guys who got into hospice care because he thought he could make a lot of money off of delirious old people – boy, did the truth hit him like a bag of bricks! He’s always grumpy because his schemes didn’t work out, and now he’s stuck. There’s not much money to be made in this profession, but there is a lot of humanity to be gained. I think I can really help, but I’m going to need to do enough good work to go over Gordon’s head.

  I’ll spare you the rest of my self-pity session, I’m sure it’s nowhere near as hard as what you’re going through.

  Speaking of what you’re going through, I hope you’re safe and healthy. I know the whole country is behind you guys. I definitely am.

  All
the best,

  Layla.

  P.S. Thank you for the compliment, by the way... I do remember taking that picture of Lester – I didn’t realize I was in it. You really made me blush. I kept looking at your cadet pictures and thinking, wow, if this guy thinks I’m beautiful, I must be doing something right!

  Anyways...

  I won’t keep you any longer, keep being a hero!

  Hope to hear from you soon.

  6

  Jax

  Dear Layla,

  Thanks for the updates.

  I wish I could be there to help with Lester’s estate. I know some pretty good lawyers from my time on the other side of the law; I’m sure they could help. I’d give you their contact info, but I’m not allowed to share any information of that kind in these letters, and for good reason.

  What we’re doing is actually against the rules too – it’s forbidden to send letters from the battlefield – but the way my unit has set it up, none of the contact details are put on the letters until they reach base camp, so we should be alright – unless our courier gets caught!

  As for me, I’m doing my best to make it back safe and sound. It’s getting harder and harder to do that though. We we’re given a bad hand, and while we’ve been doing our best to fight our way out of this hole, things aren’t looking as good as they once were. This is the first time I’ve ever seen my commander seem nervous. It makes me nervous.

  Fortunately -- or unfortunately, depending on how you look at it -- I’ve been in worse spots before. I’m not too worried. We have a great group of guys out here and I’ve never been so focused before in my life.

  Your letters are really becoming my saving grace. If I didn’t have the respite your words provide, I might explode or go crazy from the tension. Some guys are already starting to go a little nuts from all the pressure. It’s nice to just hear about Lester macking on some French girl, or your troubles with his estate and your hopes for work.

  Best of luck with the administrative position, by the way! I’m sure you’ll get it. If you could satisfy Lester’s hard ass, I’m sure you’ll have no trouble with this Gordan guy.