PRESENTParrish’s Pov*“Three words, eight letters. Say it and I’m yours”*“I – I don’t want to hurt you”Those words hurt to say but it was necessary. I couldn’t love her the way she wanted me to not with that dirty secret hanging over my head, looming over me everywhere I went, any time I saw her or perceived her scent around me. It was difficult to look her in the eye, knowing the amount of pain I had caused, even more that she was yet to realize.“That’s fair” she said back with a neutral tone and an air of indifference hovering around her.“Jess – ” I called even though there was a guilty hint to my tone, but I wanted her to understand me, I needed her to understand.“I don’t want to be hurt either Parrish – so I understand” she didn’t understand, not even in the slightest bit.“No, you don’t understand” I stopped her “I’m not trying to hurt you but I’ve done things, real terrible things that I can’t seem to escape from. Things that you’ll never forgive me for” the memories flutt
*Nathan is proposing to me*Nathan is proposing to me*Oh my God! What do I doMy head rambled with thoughts as I took everything in. Turning around to find Nathan kneeling before me. What happened? How did I get here? How did everything take a turn so fast? The shock of this sudden proposal lingered in the air like a delicate wisp of smoke trickling through the air, swirling around me as I tried to make sense of emotions that was already threatening to overwhelm.*Will you marry me Jessica Peters?The weight of those words – the glittering diamond that he held out to me. “Nathan –” I called, with my mouth slightly ajar, stepping forward to take his face in – his delicate, handsome face that somehow I had missed. His patient eyes searched mine as he locked my gaze with “I thought about, I had enough to think about and there wasn’t a moment that made sense without you” his voice washed over me like a soothing balm“I love you Jessca”Those were the words. *Three Words, Eight Letters
PARRISH’S POVRunning wet, icy trails with an ice cube in her mouth down my back not only sent shivers of pleasure throughout my entire my body, it left me almost paralyzed. The tip of her fingers were cold from picking up the ice and when she touched me with them, the goose bumps that developed on my skin were fat and prickly to touch, my muscles flexed involuntarily when she swiped the sharp tip of her acrylics over them. A soft groan escaped my lips and it seemed to entice Jessica or probably aggravate her further because she escalated to an even more aggressive nibbling of a particular delicate spot of my neck that always sent me off the rails – gripping the sheets and aching for more of her and her sweet supple flesh, for more of her delicate skin next to mine because the heat that radiated from her was like a drug to me – it was like an addiction that I couldn’t curb. I pulled her closer, my hands firmly clutched around her waist. Like a dirty habit, her lips met mine – slow, so
My stare was murderous matched to an even poisonous glare from my father, we stood with our eyed fixed on each other, my jaw set even and ignoring the pain that radiated through my face from my father’s hard punch. Our relationship had always been chaotic, his love and attention was earned and no matter how much I tried, I never seemed worthy of it. I fought it every time, always desperate and frantic - fighting for a word of praise from but no matter how hard i tried, I never did it well, it was never enough.“I made you!” he roared “You’d be nothing without me – ”“You’re wrong” I matched up to him “You’re the one who’d be nothing without me, that’s why you’re scared that if I get back together with her again you’ll get exposed for what you made me do. Don’t you interfere anymore – it’s a warning”“What are you going to do?” he was squaring up to me and I know had to pick my words carefully, I could see his hands squeezed in punch and ready to strike if I angered him again. I backe
*“Jessica got engaged yesterday” Those words washed over me like a turbulent tide, waves crashing and sending me into a state I could only express as severe shock. What Jessica? I only knew of one Jessica that worked in K&H, or maybe there was someone else that I wasn’t so familiar with. I was going to ride with that thought until Cara continued speaking.“Her boyfriend Nathan is one of those big shot lawyers and he’s really sweet, planned out a whole surprise proposal before she got back from the work trip”“That’s so romantic” the other lady cooed and I crunched my fingers tightly beside me.Damn! It was her.Immediately, the elevator doors swung open and just before I stepped out, there was someone coming in and I looked up to find Jessica with her ever distant gaze before she locked eyes with me. I don’t know about her, but my hearts skipped several beats in just a fraction of a second. With a quick reflex, my eyes shifted to her fingers, and it was no rumor. Just there, was a sw
JESSICA’S POV“Nothing happened between us” Nathan assured me a hundred times even though I had told him a million times that I did not care if anything happened between him and his co worker. How could I care when I was far from innocent, when I was still bothered with the attraction I felt for Parrish. I looked at Nathan, and at this time Janet had conveniently excused herself from out midst. There wasn’t a single ounce of guilt hiding among the crevices of Nathan’s smile lines, his smile was hard enough and his cold hands seemed permanently glued to my waist. I needed a break, I just got off a five hour flight before I was thrown into this overwhelm and I needed to sit down – no I needed to lie down, or better still I needed to run away.*He saved your life Jessica, you owe him that. It’ll be selfish to break his heart.So I stuck around, for as long as people rallied around me and shoving their hands in mine for handshake, I could only think of one thing – Parrish.*I don’t want
I froze instantly, pulling my hands away from Parrish’s cheek, and finding a way to step away from him even in that tightness. Cara had shock registered across her face as she threw her eyes between the both of us“I’m sorry – I didn’t mean to interrupt. I just wanted to check if you were okay” Cara said with a pensive look and I wasn’t sure if it was from seeing the boss and I in a weird position or if she was just still nursing a pout from Parrish’s earlier reprimand.“You’re not interrupting anything Cara, same thing Mr. Holmes was doing – checking if I was okay” I said back to her and then looking at Parrish who seemed rather unphased and in fact had a smug look on his face. I rolled my eyes at his cockiness and then looked at Cara “Well since you’re here do you mind reprinting the documents, I have some emails to respond to” I said and I walked past out of the room and to my desk without much as a glance in Parrish’s direction.*So you’re completely over me Jessica?God, he was
It was his hands I felt roaming my body, massaging the tension away from my shoulders – soft but manly. The firmness of his hands fit perfectly unto the softness of my skin, slididng over my collarbones and collecting at the deep curve that sat on my neck. I took a deep breath and allowed myself to relax, I wanted to take his hands and take them to my mouth to lick the deliciousness away, so when the words *Oh Parrish* flew out my mouth, I didn’t realize my mistake until those hands were forcefully pulled away from my body and Nathan’s voice came ringing in my head.“What!!” My eyes shot open and I gasped to find Nathan’s hurt expression pouring down on me“I’m – I’m sorry, it was a mistake” I tried to defend but it sounded pointless as Nathan was walking away into the bedroom and I desperately followed him, his footsteps loud with anger and mine timidly compensating.“You’re thinking about him, aren’t you?” he whipped around to face me by the time we got to the bedroom.“I’m not – i
The first thing I noticed when I woke was the glaring white of the ceiling tiles above me. My head was pounding, a dull throb that matched the steady beeping of the heart monitor beside me. My left arm felt like it was on fire, the sharp ache traveling all the way up to my shoulder with every shallow breath I took. I turned my head slowly, grimacing at the tug of the IV taped to my hand, and tried to sit up.“Jessica!”The voice startled me. Before I could move any further, someone was by my side, their hands hovering as if afraid to touch me. Blinking against the bright overhead lights, I finally focused on the face leaning over me.Parrish.His dark hair was disheveled, as though he’d run his hands through it a dozen times in frustration. His sharp features looked haggard, the stubble on his jaw more pronounced than usual. His eyes—those piercing, intense eyes—were clouded with an emotion I couldn’t immediately place. Worry? Guilt?I stiffened, the tension in my body making my arm th
PARRISH’S POV“Here’s spider” I called in a dramatic tone and entering the scene right on time from where I had watched it all unfold. My chest still tightened and a surge of anger rush through my veins when I saw Jessica’s hands saely tucked in that guys hold. I didn’t really know who he was but apparently he owned the restaurant Jessica worked in, how convenient was it? Even when I had walked in to the ceremony and seen him pull her protectively to his side, his suddenly meeting mine and smirking at the obvious annoyance that struck across my face. I could smack him, fly to him with my fist itching to push his proud jaw but I managed to hold myself back. I knew why I was here and it wasn’t for a bloody fundraiser, I wasn’t even invited but this was the only chance I had to save her – the love of my life from what Mr. Venza and my father were planning.How did I find out? It was an easy sunny day and I had decided it was a good day to finally accept my father’s invitation to the gold
The bell tower chimed, cold breeze blew and my exposed skin swelled with goosebumps. I tried to find any point of escape but from the looks of it there was no way I was going to outrun any of these hard looking men without either getting gunned down, or getting grabbed immediately because I wasn’t covering any reasonable distance in these heels. Why did I choose to wear these length on a day that I knew that my life was most likely going to be in danger. I knew it, I called it, I senses it but still I was the most unprepared for it. But another note, what could I have done to prevent it?‘Maybe stay at home’ a tiny voice sliced through my ears and I rolled my eyes at my own thoughts. What if whoever it was came to find me at home and I was home alone with no one to protect me, no one but my fragile self who couldn’t even kill a roach.“What’s going on?” I manage to croak out to Matteo who even seemed as confused as myself, but he pushed me conveniently behind me and he stood tall to f
The second rose weighed heavily on my mind while I sat numbly in the cab home. As soon as I stepped inside my apartment, I placed it next to the bouquet from the previous morning. The fresh bloom stood out starkly against the older flowers, both beautiful and unsettling. Why did I bring it home with me? I wasn’t sure but somehow it felt like a puzzle itching to be solved, it felt like someone was baiting me, setting an obvious trap and hoping that I was stupid enough to fall.I sat at my kitchen table with both notes laid out in front of me. The first note, with its chilling message—"Don't think I've forgotten about you, Miss Jessica Peters"—and the second, more elegant but equally cryptic—"See you at the fundraiser."The handwriting on the first note was more refined, with graceful loops and flourishes, while the second note was plain, almost hurried. Despite their differences, both notes carried a similar weight, a sense of being watched, of someone out there knowing more about my l
Don’t think I’ve forgotten about you Miss Jessica Peters.The words seemed to echo in the silent room as I read the words over and over again in my head, trying to fix the invisible dots together. Who could have sent this? I turned the card over a few times and when no clue was forthcoming to my brain, I took the bouquet inside and I dropped it on the counter in the kitchen.The next day, I got ready for work, slipping on a pencil gown and tying my hair up in the sleekest ponytail my hands could do, a little red lipstick and a dab of sultry perfume adorning my neck and wrist. Walking into the restaurant that morning, it was still quiet and devoid of patrons giving us time to put everything together and prepare for the day. The familiar scent of rich sauces and freshly baked bread reached my nostrils as I made my way to the kitchen.But as I moved through the kitchen, I felt the tension immediately. There was Matteo, at the counter, reviewing a file and I paused. What was he doing here
JESSICA’S POVThe cold night’s air felt like a splash of cold water on my face, the street light cast long shadows on the pavement where we stood and it created a cinematic glow that only heightened the gravity of the vengeful kiss I shared with Matteo.I reached up, my fingers trembling slightly as I touched Matteo’s face, drawing him closer to me. His lips were soft and surprisingly gentle when they met mine. At first, it was slow – tender and a careful dance of sweetness that contrasted sharply with the whirlwind of conflicting emotions that I was feeling at the moment. But the tenderness didn’t last – the kiss deepened. Matteo’s hands sliding around my waist, pulling me dangerously close. The sweetness gave way to growing hunger, a wild intensity that made my heart race and my breath catch in my throat, although the fire that burned inside of him probably stemming from lust and desire, but mine burned from a place of anger and revenge.His kiss was no longer gentle; it was fervent
JESSICA’S POV“It didn’t mean anything Jess – I swear” Parrish was saying to me but I was barely looking at him even though I allowed his words to diffuse through me – instead of sadness or any sort of mushy emotions I was seething with anger.“I was drunk – lost – confused and I was grieving – and I – I – I just needed someone to talk to”“You could’ve talked to me!” I yelled at him “I was right there – begging you to talk to me, begging you to see me but you got into your car and went to fuck my best friend”“No it’s not – it’s not like that. It wasn’t that easy, I didn’t want to hurt you anymore and – ”I scoffed this time, interrupting his words “That’s all you ever do Parrish – hurt me and hurt me over and over again”“You were not supposed to find out this way” Parrish said with a sullen expression. His face was drawn with guilt and I could see his eyes sag with exhaustion.“It doesn’t change the fact that it happened” I said back “You slept with her, you fucked her while I was
SOME DRUNKEN YEARS AGOPARRISH’S POVI remember how it felt – the days leading from Jessica father’s death. I had been so ridden with guilt that I could barely look her in the eye.“Nothing good is going to come out from you still seeing her – end it now” my father had said to me but it was easier for him to say when he didn’t understand the circumstances surrounding it. She was carrying my child – a fact that I never told my father. How could I just leave her?I knew I was pulling away when she needed me to from but subconsciously and consciously too, but in a fucked up way I wanted her to hate me and break up with me. But everything started falling apart when she woke up in the middle of night with blood pooling between her legs. I had jumped up in a fright, silently praying that it wasn’t more serious. But when the doctor had spewed the words ‘miscarriage’ – I felt liberated.It felt like there was nothing else tying me to her and it’ll be easier to let go but still – I couldn’t. I
PARRISH’S POV“Oh damn” I exclaimed as I peeked at my watch to find out I had drowned myself in work way too long this time, it was crawling late into the night but I was still seated at my desk pushing myself into files that didn’t need my attention at all. But it was the only way to keep her out of my mind – damn it was even harder to say her name. I fucked, I knew I had fucked up but I never thought she’d find out what happened all those years ago. When Sophie had called me with panic in her voice and all teary, I knew that it was over – I was going to lose her for good. When she texted that we were done, I figured that it’d be for the better. I had done so many things to hurt her, so many unexplainable things that were unforgivable. So I figured, maybe we weren’t meant to be, maybe I was just a passing figure in her life that was created to hurt her and that thought alone nearly drove me over the edge of insanity. But that was what I did – I let her go.I glanced at my phone for w