JESSICAS POVDahlia was right there at the door after she had flung it open, her lips smirking and at me in particular before she focused her attention on Parrish and she walked in with a confident stride.“I was requesting coffee specifically because I have some business to talk about with you”“But you said –” Parrish was going to say until she interrupted him halfway.“We say a lot of things Parrish” and then she flickered her gaze to me and with a pointed look she said “Most of them we don’t mean”At this point, the members of the board had began trooping out one after the other leaving just Parrish’s father behind and he stood up now and walked towards where we all stood and he joined us but I felt mostly distant from the conversation because actually I wasn’t a part of it.“Well Parrish, I met Dahlia the other day and she indulged me in a very fascinating conversation that could boost your company globally, isn’t that wonderful?” his father said to him and Parrish looked from hi
“Hey” I say out softly, my voice barely a whisper. He holds out the flowers, a hesitant smile tugging at the corners of his lips. I took the flowers from his hands and holding them to my chest amidst my stunned silence. But still, a rush of excitement swirled in my stomach and now mingling with disbelief. Was he really here and bringing m e flowers at the same time?He shifts nervously, his eyes searching mine as if seeking permission “I have been thinking about you all day, and with everything that happened I just you know how proud I am of you for sticking up for yourself and my father – ”“It’s okay, I get it – he hates my gut” I cut him short.“He doesn’t – it’s just – ” I noticed the unease that danced in his eyes as he struggled to find the suitable words to spew out but I didn’t want us to spend all the time with him trying to defend his father.“How was the date was Dahlia?” I was baiting and I knew it but I couldn’t help it. The whole situation had plagued my mind all day, an
SOME DRUNKEN YEARS AGOPARRISH’S POVIt was a late evening, and that day I had gone out to play basketball with the boys. I remember it so well, it was drizzling slightly but we refused to step off the court with the adrenaline still coursing threw our veins. My hair and clothes were damp but the only thing that kept me excited was that I was going to meet up with Jessica later on at my house, and at that I bounced the ball even more vigorously than I needed to. I remembered stepping off the court finally, bading the boys by and hopping into my car, my head only filled with thoughts of seeing my girl.“I should get her some flowers” I thought, she’s been more beautiful lately and afterall she deserved it and even more. So that was what I did, I stopped by a local florist and purchased a seemingly delicate bunch of red roses that I knew Jessica loved.I unlocked the door to my house, the flowers in hand and she was right there within my line of vision, slumped lazily on the couch with
PRESENTJESSICA’S POVIt had been a few days since I said yes to being Parrish’s girlfriend and while it had been a few days of whirlwind romance that I never wanted to end but I knew I needed to knock myself back to reality and get a new job, something different, something a little liberating with more flexible hours that would give me the opportunity to be the lazy girl I dreamed of being. So when I found the opening at an high end restaurant upstate, I knew I needed to get it. So that morning, I carefully gulped down a small cup of coffee to avoid smudging my red stained lips and staining my white silk shirt. I quickly threw my hair into a sleek pony tail straightening out my facial features before stepping out of my house.I stood at the corner of 62nd street while I took a quick selfie with my phone and sent it to Parrish but I wasn’t telling him I was getting a job. This was something I needed to figure out on my own without the unsolicited heroic actions of a man.“Oh you don’t
I sat humbly on the chair while Marvis and the new guy that walked in had a private discussion that lasted exactly ten seconds and after the guy walked away while Marvis was back to me with a sleek smile.“I’ll show you around and teach you the ropes” he said to me and I noticed the slight Italian accent dripping off his tongue, it almost seemed like he was trying to hide his accent but I stood up regardless and taking in the woodsy scent of his cologne.“Where are you from Marvis?” I asked as I struggled to keep up with his large strides and managed to walk up to his side. He kept his eyes straight ahead and when I came to his side, he only offered me a brief glance.“Texas”“You don’t sound like you’re from Texas” I knew what a Texan accent sounded like and Marvis was far from it.He stopped abruptly, turning to fully to look at me “You ask a lot of questions”“I’m new, I’m supposed to ask questions”“About the job, not my accent” he said and his desperate attempt to conceal his acc
“Be careful” he whispered in my ears. His hands were placed firmly around my waist in his frantic bid to steady me and save me from crashing to the marble tiled floors. His hands lingered on me while I tried to gain myself but I pulled away from his hold, resisting the urge to read any other meaning to his gestures except for the fact that he was trying to save me.“Thank you” I whispered back to him, an awkward tension suddenly coming between us as he walked me outside anyways but I managed to ignore it and keep my eyes straight ahead without glancing side ways at him.“Be here 8am sharp tomorrow otherwise you’re fired” Marvis definitely has an attitude problem but didn’t want to dwell on his sharp words, I was barely nodding my head when he turned around and walked away leaving me with my mouth open in surprise.I walked outside instead when my phone began to ring and it was Kyle calling, I picked immediately and my heart fluttered as Parrish's voice filled my ears.“What are you up
“What the hell!” I gasped looking at him in horror with a pounding heart “Are you following me now?”“I was peacefully enjoying my meal when I saw you walk in to meet him. What are you trying to prove? How do you think that makes me feel huh? It’s barely been a week and you’re rubbing it in my face, gallivanting your new boyfriend around –”“It’s not like that Nathan, how was I supposed to know you were here at this particular time?”“Bullshit” he spat, still backing me up on the wall and leaving no space for me to breathe but I managed to push him away the amount he was willing to budge which wasn’t very much.“You know what Nathan? You’re going to have to find a way to deal with this and stop – stop this”The look he gave me after that statement was murderous, like something had ticked inside him giving his eyes a weird kind of glaze that I wouldn’t lie scared the shit out of me.“I’m going to have to find a way?” he scoffed, then pushed back unto the wall with my back slamming hard
“I need to get out of here” I said immediately, standing up from the chair and ready to dash out of her office but she stopped me immediately.“Jess – wait” she stepped in front of me immediately, grabbing my arm. The guilt was plastered boldly allover her face followed by the glossy look in her eyes which looked like her eyes getting clouded with tears and I rolled my eyes.“You have got to be kidding me” I scoffed “I thought Nathan was just being jealous, I thought he was trying to sow a seed of doubt in my mind so I could go back to him but oh my God, it’s a full grown tree – ”“Shit Nathan!” she smacked her forehead “You were not supposed to find out this way – ”“Or at all?” I cut through. “You were never going to tell me, weren’t you?”“I was going to tell you okay, I was going to tell you. I told Nathan about it on the night of the engagement party but I didn’t think he was going to tell you” her gestures screamed exasperation and she had a tone of urgency like she desperately
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