×"You're really leaving next weekend?""Probably." Jessi took a deep breath, her heart still thudding hard in her chest. The total privacy they now had mostly dulled the urge to leave him in here.After locking the doors, Jenson took off his face mask, revealing the days-old stubble that partly hid the angles of his clenched jaw. "How's your mom and dad?""They're fine." "Real worried, I bet.""Dad really thinks Cali's gonna be the biggest hotspot soon. Mom just wants me home like, now, before the travel restrictions get worse.""Yeah. I get it," sighed the guy beside her. The lengthy silence that followed only emphasized the disappointment in his gruff voice. His backseat stayed dark, but the faint lights coming from the other side of the street helped as she studied the look on his face. "They want you back there 'cause they're worried about you.""Sorry.""I mean, your choice..." Jenson muttered with a weak shrug. Their sleeves touched when he reclined. "It's not like I could keep
× 10:39PM × "Hey, Joss. Congrats!" "Thanks, man. Grab some drinks. Just gonna say hi to the guys." "Heard there's already a season four in the making?" "Don't get too excited." Jenson exchanged smirks with a heavyset guy in plaid as he walked past the busy pool table. The other guy must be a reporter or a good friend of one of the producers. Partly disguised by her face mask, Jessi reclined and watched the amicable exchange. She sat alone at a table for two, waiting on the sidelines, just minding her own business. Everybody else seemed busy mingling and whiling the night away with booze, chit-chatting about their lives, Road to Valhalla updates, the news, and practically everything under the sun. Darren left her side half an hour ago to catch up with Kara, his blonde co-star and the leading lady in their TV show. For the past two hours, Jenson and Darren got busy catching up with co-workers. Mostly members of the production team. Two of the producers also showed up.
× They pulled over outside a small hotel a few blocks away from the psychiatric facility. It looked decent enough for a multimillionaire like him, but Jenson didn't even budge in his seat. He just stared at the dashboard, his gaze blank. Her chest ached at how he looked stuck in a daze more than anything else. "You okay?" she sighed. Obviously he wasn't, but she just wanted him to talk to her. Sure, she was used to seeing him stressed out—just not in this way. Intoxicated. Confounded. Quiet. Too quiet. Why wouldn't he just talk to her? The scenes in her head was already leading her thoughts down a pessimistic road. She really wanted to ask about his mother. To ask if anything happened back in the facility. But he probably wouldn't tell her much. Right now he definitely looked like he'd rather be alone. All night. She couldn't help thinking he was someone who carried grudges, hard feelings, and a lot of secrets—deep, dark secrets he would take with him to the grave. Then again, s
×A nauseating mix of worry, pity, and shock pooled deep in her gut. What he said just halted her breathing. Her guess was not far from the truth at all.But how did his mother die in that psychiatric facility? Nobody told her that Mrs. Roiz had been critically ill. And Darren didn't mention anything over the phone."I'm sorry." Jessi sat close to her tightlipped boss. "Sorry about your mom."Would he mind if she hugged him again? How should she console him? By apologizing for not knowing anything about his mother's condition?The shock gradually turned into pure sympathy for his emotional state. She should've been more attentive to him. She should've asked if he wanted company, before she let him step out of his truck to see his mom. Jessi swore inwardly. She'd stupidly assumed it was just a random visit. "Is that why you... Why d'you have bloodstains on your shirt?""It's her blood." Jenson snuffled and kept his head down. His left hand clutched the bloodstained sleeve of his sweatsh
דCan we— I’m getting cold, Joss. I need to change.” Jessi forced a smile and a calm voice, trying to ignore the chafing way her clothes stuck to her skin.Beside his bare feet, his soaked shirt and pants begged for attention. Why wouldn't he just let her leave?Her body shivered under the showerhead, her heart pounded against her chest, and now her feet felt a bit funny on the cold tiles.Instead of letting go of her wrist, Jenson held her face and kissed her on the lips.Her brain froze. It took her breath away. She gawked at him while his body pressed against hers to keep her immobile. Their proximity kept disrupting her breathing, as well as the softness of his beautiful mouth. She just didn't expect any of this. Or that they would end up kissing in her shower in the middle of a stormy night.When she didn't back off or kick him where it counted, the guy pulled away again, just to look her dead in the eyes. Was he gauging her real feelings? His soft and warm lips touched hers
×Try as she might, the ongoing debate in her head just wouldn't stop. It kept her up for another hour. Jessi tried to stay quiet.They shouldn't be in the same bed, alone in her bedroom, his arms holding her still and keeping her from leaving the bed. They shouldn't be together. Period.From what she'd heard from Darren, Jenson was officially a single man now. Free to meet and date new people. Do whatever he wanted. But the fact that he never said anything about his breakup with Charmaine...It spoke volumes. Perhaps his bosses told him to keep the news out of the limelight. To protect his and Charm's privacy. After all, one important aspect of Jenson Roiz 101: his private life stays private. Same thing with his mom. He didn't even say how she ended up confined in a psychiatric facility. Until tonight.Was it a matter of trust? Maybe. Jessi turned to face him. Her arm stayed wrapped around him as she matched his stare under the faint lamplight. “I'm sorry about your mom.”"I know.""
×So she hadn't left the city yet. The woman hadn't gone off to Beijing to live the life she wanted with her new and sought-after promotion. And maybe with a new boyfriend, too.It had already been six days since the unexpected death of Jenson's mother. Why was Charmaine still here in Los Angeles? And with him?The unpleasant surprise turned into annoyance and confusion sooner than Jessi could guess why the woman was acting as if nothing happened. As if she and Jenson hadn't called it quits months ago. Jessi sat still, her chair five seats behind the two.Beside her, Darren looked busy with his phone and paid no mind to the ongoing ceremony. He seemed as distracted as she was.Her curiosity eventually overwhelmed her self-restraint a minute later. "I thought she'd be in Beijing by now," she murmured while trying not to scowl. "Same," was all Darren said in reply."Then why's she still here?""Just for the funeral...I guess." Darren cleared his throat and kept his voice down.
× The loud noises of rainfall tapping on the tinted windows surprised her, but not as much as the uncanny way the man was able to predict exactly what would happen just moments before rain disrupted the nice weather. Quite amazing. And really strange. Did he also have a hypersensitive nose like Jenson? The rainfall was just so sudden and unexpected. Good thing a wide tent was installed hours ago for the service and the guests. Sitting on the other end of the backseat, Magnus regarded her with another attentive gaze. His crow's feet would show every time he smiled or squinted, but the wrinkles on his small, angular face looked minimal. His parents must be good-looking as well. The man's bone structure was almost hypnotizing. "Jenson mentioned over the phone a while ago that you got sick, and he had to bring you to the hospital." Uh-oh. Did he think she could still be contagious? "Yes. But, it's been more than two months ago," Jessi replied before glancing away. She hadn't r
× “Morning.” Jessi put on a smile as she watched the sweater-clad guy carrying the snoring little boy with remarkable ease. It didn't look like it was his first time holding a baby. “Morning,” Jenson greeted back with an ear-to-ear grin, almost whispering like her. While holding their sleeping son in his arms, he cautiously approached the front door, slightly swaying as if he was rocking the baby to sleep. Her smile grew wider. Her heart swelled. She almost got teary-eyed just looking at the two. First time seeing them together, but everything about it just felt innate. Just heartwarming. Reign didn't even budge when Jenson picked him up from the couch. The child was such a heavy-sleeper like her. His sister was the total opposite, though. Jenson stepped forward. “Ready to go?” “Yeah.” With Emerie in her arms, Jessi stepped closer to the father-and-son duo, keeping her voice down and her movements minimal, like Jenson. It was only nine in the morning. Reign fell asleep again mi
× Game over. White flag. The show's done.He already knew the things she did to hide her biggest secret from him and everyone else. Secrets, to be precise. But the optimist idealist in her just wouldn't give up.Perhaps she could still convince him it wasn't the whole truth. If she tried hard enough, her backup lie might just work. Then he would finally leave her alone, and he would no longer want to take her babies away.Emerie and Reign would stay with her and her parents, living with her until they grew up. No visitation spats. No lawyers. No custody battle. No fuss.“They're not yours. And I'm married.” Jessi showed off the ring on her left hand before turning her back to him, holding in the tears he need not see. “Please just go home.”Before he could say anything in response, she grabbed the door handle and rushed out of t
×Cry. Regret things. Blame herself. Recall the good and fun times. The memories they made. Feel sorry for him and herself. Regret how it ended. Then cry her eyes out all over again...The stupid cycle went on and on, keeping her locked up in her room, just depleting what's left of her will and energy. Then the the doorbell rang. The low-pitched, almost ominous noise echoed around the house. lt broke off the tense silence around her. But maybe it was just her who felt tense.That confident, determined look on his face just..."Shit." Why now? Why did he have to be here? How long had he been waiting out there? In the dark. By himself. And for what? For her to change her mind? When he rang the doorbell again, Jessi froze on the floor. Her mind switched back to full alert, her ragged breaths put on pause. The nerve-wracking thoughts in her foggy head wrenched tight knots of anxiety inside of her, making her forget about sleep and her exhaustion. Her face and nightdress both felt dam
×"Why didn't you tell me?""What for?" What for? Was the man serious? Jenson swore inwardly while gripping the phone, his breaths already ragged from the onslaught of lurid thoughts that consumed his attention. For hours, he had been waiting for the man to return his calls so they could talk. Discuss some longstanding glaring issues.It seemed his uncle simply didn't give a shit about anyone else's feelings. Not atypical for a man of his stature. But for something this serious and life-changing, everything about it should be an exception.Awkward silence filled the line before Magnus let out a long sigh on the other end, seeming tepid and inconvenienced by the subject altogether. "It's not my fault she didn't want a future with you. And still doesn't, apparently.""Because you told her to leave! And you made her sign a contract? The heck?" "No need to scream your guts out. I can hear you perfectly fine."Jenson kept his eyes shut and clenched his jaw, his breaths turning noisy, his
×- Jessiah (new) -"Sorry. I think you got the wrong number. Please stop texting and calling this number."Received 21:27Wrong number? Sorry wrong number?Seriously? That's the best she could do?Pure annoyance boomeranged in his aching head as he stared at the thin white letters on the screen, glaring at the steaming pile of bullshit he just read."You've gotta be kiddin' me..." Jenson muttered under his breath. He shook his head weakly, restraining himself from hurling the useless phone onto the ground till it split into pieces.For hours on end, he waited and waited. Not even a single text from her.Until now. And a stupid lie was all she had to say? After all this time?
× "You look like shit." "I feel like shit." Jenson sighed. "Nice hair." "Yeah? Used to call this rehab cut." Rehab cut. "Sounds kinda wrong." He made a face. "But also kinda funny." Jenson slid the glass door closed as he matched his friend's lackluster grin. Unlike the spacious dining room, this part of Dr. Rasmussen's house needed some bright lights. Some ventilation. But this mansion's interior and exterior design still rivaled the pages of famous architectural magazines. Seeming oblivious, Darren kept his old varsity jacket zipped and leaned against the thick column. He gripped and stared at his phone, the glowing screen highlighting frown lines and the bags under his eyes. "Still season break, anyway. Give it two months." "Sure." Jenson cleared his throat and stepped closer. No hint of booze, or anything worse. Good enough. And for a change, his friend looked like he should be wearing a tailored suit tonight like the other guests downstairs. The VIPs. "Dinner?" "Nah. I'm g
×"Charm, you home?""Hi, darling. No. In the office. How's your birthday?""Fine." Jenson sat still as he clasped the shiny fork next to the small chocolate cake. It was big enough for one person, though."Just 'fine'?" Charmaine repeated, giggling at his glum response. "Where are you? Home?""New York.""Really?""Yeah," he replied flatly. Despite his current feelings, Charmaine's calming voice soothed his bleary head, prompting his thoughts to delve into some good memories they'd made over the years.They'd kept in touch even after Charm left California. They didn't talk every day, but, more often and better than he expected. Even after everything.Her choice to leave Los Angeles upset and saddened him. Butgoing after her career goals obvious
× New York × Busy streets. Loud noises. Headache-inducing traffic. Dark skies. Smog all over. People everywhere. Some didn't even bother to wear face coverings. Just going about their day like nothing happened. The rush hour crowd already teemed the streets this early in the morning, reminding him of why he never liked New York. Los Angeles was also populated but at least he could breathe better there. Jenson scowled and kept his mask on as he walked into the empty restaurant. High ceiling. Covered windows. Gilded furniture. In the public dining area, wooden chairs remained upside down on the tables. The place didn't open until nine. But since he'd called in advance to book a reservation, the guard welcomed him in with a quick bow after checking his ID. "Good morning, Mr. Ross. Welcome." "Morning. Thanks." Jenson walked straight into the private dining room, where he would be waiting for someone who may or may not show up today. He had no more time to waste playing hide-and-seek. H
× The plane just took off. Roughly five minutes ago. Jenson scowled. He could only imagine how Jessi felt right now. The cab she'd paid for had driven her straight to the airport. No detours. For the past three hours while he stalked them, he didn't see anyone else with her. Not that he expected some random guy would pop up outside her apartment to kiss her goodbye, and then personally take her to the airport. As far as he knew, Jessi didn't have any close guy friends apart from him and Darren. Was she feeling okay? Sitting alone in her aisle? Did the management beef up their airport security this week? Did she have to get tested again? Masked up and wearing a new baseball cap, he looked one last time at the large screen displaying the flights today. Another boarding announcement chimed from the PA system. Jenson walked off. Before reaching the exit, he checked his phone again. No texts or calls. Not even a simple "bye". Or a half-meant "take care". She might be preoccupied. Or ju