JESSICA’S POVIn as much as I wanted to be out of there, I needed to be cautious. I didn’t have the slightest inkling to where I was, or how many people were out there watching guard. I paused for a minute, listening for the sound of any footsteps or the loud whispers of the deep baritone voice of men discussing but only a silent echo returned back. Then I took the sharpest curve right, down a winding corridors with wet floor and a faint flickering bulb. The corridor smelled of damp walls, mold and sweat, anchoring to my nose like a bad odour as I scurried my way out. My heart pounded in my chest as I prayed silently to find a door or anything that will lead me out of this hell hole.I walked briskly but smoothly until I saw what looked like a corrugated gate left slightly ajar and I let out a sigh of relief as I slowly approached the gate with my heart stuffed in my mouth, my breath shallow and the cold wind blowing against the dirty silk top that still clung to my skin. I slipped pa
PARRISH’S POV“I think I’m ready to find my father’s killers – ” she said, the words bounced off my brain as I was unwilling to understand a large part wished I hadn’t heard it but then she added“Would you help me?”My chest tightened with the overwhelming allure of guilt. I looked into her eyes unconsciously, and they were filled with some kind of hope that felt impossible to diminish. Only then did I pull my eyes away, only just properly the weight of her request when somehow the truth was just sitting before her. I shook my head instead and pulled her closer by her hands“How about we make sure you’re okay first” I said instead hoping it will derail her thoughts even if it was just for a little bit.“I’m fine, I – ”“No you’re not, and we’re dropping by the hospital first” I said cutting her short and her instantly went up to her face to touch a gash the struck across one side of her face with with dried blood plastered around it. How could she still look so beautiful even in the
Jessica’s pov“Here, the cinnamon rolls are readyyy” I heard Nathan sing from the kitchen, the same time the metallic sound of the cling clang of pots and pans went off, I struggled to stifle my laugh from the ruckus Nathan was causing in there.“What’s going on?” I called out but only more ruckuses echoed back at me and I stood up from the comfort of the couch where I sat buried with warm blankets and duvet that Nathan had buried me in. I walked to the kitchen to find Nathan struggling with an oven mitt and at the same time trying to pull out a tray of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies and placing on the counter top. The delicious smell trickled into my nose as I reached out for one but he slapped my hands away“It’s hot babe” he said then continued “What do you think of these chocolate chip cookies for our engagement party” oh that, totally skipped my mind for a minute. I was actually engaged“What are we? Throwing a birthday party for a five year old, but anyways like we agree
Fat juicy goosebumps under the trails of his touch, distractingly painful yet so enticing. I squirmed as his tongue traveled from lips, down my neck and camping at the intricate curves of my waist. His hot breath formed a mist at the painful spots he had bitten and I curled my toes and bit my lips together. It was dark, I could barely see his face but I recognize his touch even from the dead of my sleep. It instantly lights me up, sets me on an all consuming fire that ignites my soul and through out my entire being. I gripped me hair and anchoring him even closer to me, because I needed the warmth of his skin warming the iciness out of mine.A bite here and there, caressed by wet kisses that drew a pool in between my legs even in the surrealness of this or whatever dream I had now strangely found myself because there was no way it was Parrish. There was no way that he smelled like butter and cream – or wait was it chicken? Why do I suddenly smell fry chicken? Immediately, my eyes pop
It was pretty fast and no, we weren’t going that far. Parrish circled the stony driveway of the Lexington building with so much finesse that was it damn near impossible to miss the flex of his muscle from his rolled up shirtsleeve. It was 8am in the morning Parrish, why are sleeves rolled up? I closed my eyes to push the dirty thoughts away, thoughts of those manly fingers wrapped around my neck with his muscles equally flexing in the process.“Are you okay?” his voice suddenly panned out while he parked his vehicle and I turned to briefly to face him, his sweet eyes – oh bless him! He didn’t know the thoughts that were running through my head about him just innocently sitting there and gripping the stirring wheel that hard. As if by chance, his eyes drifted to my scalded hands that still burned red and while he grabbed them softly, I winced at his touch and I wasn’t sure if the sudden shiver was from the intensity of his touch or the radiating pain that shot up my arm from the burn.
Jessica’s PoVI tapped Parrish incessantly the moment I spotted Mr. Venzo while he still the butter up Jessica with the robotic smile. “Parrish, there’s – ” Parrish must’ve heard the distress and panic in my voice because he turned swiftly towards the direction I was pointing and I saw his eyes widen a small fraction, but still he maintained his composure. He smiled sweetly at Jessica and swiped out his business card, handing it to her“Keep in touch” then he grabbed my hands and pulled me out of the way. Mr. Venzo watched us curiously with a sly smirk plastered on his chubby face, and immediately the two men that flanked him began coming after us just as Parrish picked up the pace in our quick walk. “They’re coming after us” I said to Parrish trying to keep my voice neutral even though there was pure panic was rising in my stomach, and my palms becoming sweaty that they were falling out Parrish’s hold and he held unto them tighter.“Stay close Jess” he said to me, shooting me a lo
My eyes widened in surprise when Kyle pulled up at a private beach resort. I stared at the wide expanse of land filled with white sand and overlooking the water that shone blue under the scorching sun.“Parrish what – what are we doing here, I don’t even have shoes on”He smiled sweetly and looked at my feet “I mean what’s the best place to be at without shoes on and zero judgement”I held his gaze with a fluttering stomach “Zero judgment? There’s no one here” He chuckled “I rented it a long time ago, I saw it online and I wanted to bring you here”My heart fluttered plus the way his eyes roamed, searching deep for things I wanted to stay hidden but he had his way of fishing them out of me. “Why?”“You love the beach, it’s your favorite place to be” “But it’s barely 10am, who goes to the beach at 10am on a Monday morning?”“Apparently us” he said it so matter of factly that it was difficult to dispute“Come on let’s go” he gestured and I alighted from the car the same time he did an
JESSICA'S POVI listened to my phone ring as Parrish brought me through a thunderous orgasm that left me shaking and aching for more, before he collapsed on me and I grabbed his hair to hold him close to me. Our sweaty bodies mingled, the smell of sweat, sex, a tinge of alcohol and sweet smelling cologne felt like an intoxicating mix that I wanted to get drunk on. Parrish rolled of me but our fingers stayed intertwined. I was speechless with nothing reeling through my mind and he stayed quiet beside me too.What was I going to say? Oh the sex was great Parrish, good job. Yea, I wasn't going to say that, but why wasn’t he saying something either. I could understand why I could be speechless, but why was he speechless. Driven by nothing but curiousity and also a little bit of attention seeking, I turned to Parrish and still a little bit out of breath.“Why aren’t you saying anything?” I asked“I guess I’m shy” he said.I burst out laughing immediately and Parrish joined in my fit of hys
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