Twenty five hours later, Jack was back at the apartment, watching it from a distance and shaking his head, because it had now become a crime scene. He could not believe his eyes.He had not even noticed that his car- the one he shared with Mario had been dismantled by whoever attacked Bianca. Just yesterday, the three good-for-nothings were arguing about the situation at hand- Belle or no Belle, and now the one who was captured by them- Bianca, was nowhere to be found. Once he ran into five different hospitals and she wasn’t in any, he had given up, checked in an hotel, and texted Mario all about it, because he was not taking his calls. Then, he sat for twenty four long hours asking himself how stupid he could be, and waiting to report her missing. “I could have plucked his hair for an evidence ,” He thought, his mind retracting back to the precious encounter with the strange man. “or chased him at least.” But stupidly instead, he had run off to all hospitals that came to mind,
Chapter 13: Newly Found Whatever With no option left to choose, Jack dragged her along, unsure of where they were headed. “You see, Jack, I think I can give you everything you want,” She paused to look him in the eye, “If only you let me.” “What do you mean by everything I want?” He asked with his eyes, but she just flashed him another open-toothed smile. When they crossed to the other end of the street and she hailed a taxi, he just followed, like a mule led to the slaughterhouse. He needed to be anywhere but the crime scene, so it was allowed. Fifteen minutes later, he was seated in her room in a dingy little house, near the popular café Mericourt. “You have a nice house by the way. Small but comfy." He commented, strangely feeling at home. He thought it was crazy that he briefly forgot that his house had just been labelled a crime scene, and he was going to be in a financial mess for the next several weeks. Besides it wasn't the best idea flirting with the girl that made
She rubbed his abs and nibbled on his navel for a second. Jack moaned, drawing her closer to himself. He could feel her hard nipples rubbing on him. "Do you even like redheads, Jack?" She asked carefully, her hands now on his belt. "What's your ideal type of woman?" "Yes, you look beautiful. Redheads are beautiful women." He said, between his teeth. "I don't have a type. I love all beautiful women." He was having a hard time enduring her overstretched advances. With a pleased smile on her face, she started to unbuckle his shiny silver belt. "I can give you everything you want, Jack. Except you don't want me to." She said, again, and he wondered what she meant. Once his pants were off his lower body, he cupped her waist, and stared into her eyes,"You know you said that earlier. What exactly do you mean?" She flashed him a smile as a response, and pulled his feet out of his pants in one go. "Hey, I want to know. What exactly can you give me, Belle?" He tapped her because he really
As soon as he uttered those words, he pressed his cock into her wall, and she moaned back at him, urging him on. "Hell, yes, daddy. Stick it in..." She moaned, very nonchalantly as usual of her. But she was not done with him. She waited for him to get inside her before she would ask the next question. But, somehow he did not. He stood there, unmoving as if he was stuck. Belle turned back to see what was up, and her finger brushed his thigh and she felt the heat on his body-he was extremely tense. "Hey, Jack, let me help you." She said and got off him. "I know just what you need." She pushed him to the bed with force, but surprisingly, he landed safely, his back on the bed. Then, she mounted him, and surreptitiously slipped him inside her with her hand. Once she had him deep inside, she began a slow rotation of her hips. "Belle, now that's it, oh yeah..." He groaned, watching the expression on her face change from pleasure to pain and back. "Good girl." As she moved, the dampne
His phone beeped twice as he walked to the café. He thought it was him, so he did not bother checking."He needs to wait for me. I won't fly there, will I?" He soliloquized, his mind suddenly crossing to the ocean of ridiculous thoughts. What if the police were there with him and needed to arrest him, since Jack was already deemed to be a suspect in the case of Bianca's disappearance. He was looking at the bar in the distance when his phone beeped again. He wondered if it was Belle- since he had left abruptly without an excuse, but then he remembered she didn't have his number, and vice versa. "Let's see who it is." He could see Mario sitting in a corner, two bottles of martinis before him. The bar was unusually peopleless that morning. "Hey, Ma-rio?" He said to the caller, as he neared the entrance, even though he was sure it was not him."I'm almost there, okay?" Why would he call with a strange number? "Okay, Jack. Later then." The caller said, stressing his first name like
That afternoon, they both decided to lodge in an hotel, but Jack's mind could not concentrate on the present-he wondered who stalked them, and for what. There was still so much to talk about, but it was more important to take action. "I am going to visit her address-the one she told me about." Mario broke the silence, and Jack could not believe his ears. If he was being like this, then there was indeed something behind that woman. He turned inconveniently in his bed, and thought deeply about how hot sex with the fake Belle was. If Mario was being illogical in this situation, then he was also allowed to think about sex. He shut his eyes and drowned his ears in those fantasies. He could see her crawling up to him and tugging at his shorts, rubbing his bare chest, doing all those things that made him crave the forbidden. "When I picked her from the bar the first night I met her, she didn't want to go there...to her home. She seemed scared." Mario added, but Jack was still in his day
It was because Aurelia was never the type to talk to her son about what troubled her. In fact, he was doubtful about the fact that anything ever troubled her. If she was not somewhere issuing orders, then she was yelling at him to leave her presence. That was the life she lived everyday. But now, she had said, "I am in trouble. Please help me." Saying that to someone whom she found prodigal and useless? For some seconds, Mario wondered what could be wrong at the almighty Aubert's residence. Whatever it was must have been really overwhelming for her. She could have called her other children- the ones who were 'not prodigal' or even confide in Sylvia, the mother of the cherished Annette everyone wanted for him. Why him?Mario heaved a sigh and asked, "Who is this? I do not have a mother." His mind drifted back to the feeling of deja vu he experienced when he left Le Marais abruptly, after realising that Caroline had tricked him into coming. He had felt like he saw Annette.. in fact,
Jack, on the other hand was out following the orders of his stalker on phone. He rounded a bend that led towards a dead-end. He knew there was a dead-end there, because it was very deserted and overgrown with creeping plants. "Hey, you exhausted your minutes. Say goodbye to your Bianca." The caller said to him. So Jack quickened his pace, but the more he walked, the more he had to walk. He had never walked that far all his life. "Where exactly are you?" He stopped to catch his breath, and waited for an answer. He wondered if he was stupid- he could literally be walking into a trap without knowing it. He looked behind him and saw how far he had come-in only fifteen minutes. Now he was stuck: the road had come to an end. "Where are you? This is a dead-end, I'm stuck here. Was that the right address you gave me, huh?" He yelled at his caller, but he heard him chuckle. "Wait, what? You were deceiving me, right? How dare you laugh?" Jack's neck got covered with a thin layer of sweat
Jack shook his head, and said, "What the fuck? I didn't say that. You don't even know Bianca." Belle threw her head back for a while and pointed at him, "I got you good. I was teasing!" Jack sighed, his confusion fading away. She leaned in, her breath warm against Jack's ear as she whispered, "You seem tense." She muttered, her words sending shivers down his spine. "Don't worry about anything, baby. You're safe with me." Jack's heart raced as he looked into her eyes, captivated by their intensity. In this moment, she was offering him comfort in the most unexpected way. "Why do you look so startled?" She asked, looking closely into his eyes. "Nothing...you just reminded me of her." He said, shaking off the memory of Bianca's brutal murder, "She used to tell me the exact same words." "What words?" She asked warmly, breathing onto his neck. " 'You seem tense'. Those words." He said, peering briefly into her opened laptop. As Belle moved closer, his worries began to fade away. He felt a s
Jack inched closer to her, his hands clasped tightly together as he recounted the unsettling events that had been unfolding in his life. Belle listened intently, her eyes narrowed in concentration. "You need my help?" She asked silently. "Yes, babe. I received a warning from my stalker sometimes ago," Jack said, his voice filled with unease. "They told me to leave what belonged to them alone. But I have no idea what they're talking about. I haven't taken anything from anyone." Belle leaned forward, her expression serious. "That's puzzling," she said, tapping her fingers on the table. "It seems like this person is trying to intimidate you into silence, but their motive is unclear. Have you made any enemies recently, or stumbled upon any sensitive information that could have triggered this?" Jack racked his brain, trying to think of any recent events that could have led to him being stalked by a wanted criminal. "I can't think of anything," he said, frustration evident in his voice. "I
Once he was gone, she slipped her phone out of her bra, and brushed some blood off her face. There was no point showing this part of her to the world; it was dangerous for her as well. "I will deal with you, Louis O Cornell. Once I'm done sucking you dry, I am gonna kill you with my bare hands." She muttered to herself, struggling to keep her eyes open. Her head was hanging hard, and her heart thumped in her chest. She gripped her phone tightly, making sure it doesn't slip out of her shaky fingers. Her breaths were coming in short gasps as she fumbled to dial Jack's number. She had never been so helpless in her life. Fine, she wasn't afraid of him. She was only afraid of the fact that if she wasn't careful, he could ruin her before she got a chance to. "Jack," she whispered into the phone, tears streaming down her face. "I need you right now..." "Belle? Are you okay?" Jack's voice was urgent. "No, I'm outside my house... I can't move, I'm hurt," Belle's voice broke. "He came back...he
"What the fuck? You don't tell me what to do, Belle," The voice came from the other end of the line, "I tell you what to do instead. Don't try to twist things now." Belle brought the phone to her other ear and sucked in some breath. "I am warning you again. Do not touch him." She muttered, gritting her teeth and drumming her fingers on her thighs. "Or what?" He asked, his tone getting gruffer by the minute. Belle rested her back on the washing machine, peered through the window before bringing her voice to a hush, "Leave him the fuck alone or be ready to face the music." The man from the other end chuckled softly, and with a sarcastic tone, he asked, "What are you going to do? Report me to the cops? Come on, Belle, we both know you can never do that, not after everything..." "Shut up, motherfucker." Belle fired back at him, dropping one of the spray bottles in the process. "He fucks you real good, doesn't he?" He muttered back, chuckling at his own words. "You know what? Why don't I c
Jack's heart skipped a beat as Belle walked through the door. He had been waiting for what felt like an eternity, and now she was finally here. He tried to hide the unease in his voice as he greeted her. "Hey, where have you been?" he asked, trying to sound nonchalant. "Out for a walk." She responded, but there was a shopping bag in her hands. "Sleep well?" She asked, deliberately avoiding his gaze, "I didn't think you would be up by now." "What do you mean?" Jack tried to reach for her, but she flinched. "I mean...you slept late, so I thought you'd be asleep for much longer. Hope you are feeling better?" She said, pulling out some bottles of spray from her shopping bag. She still hasn't looked at him by now. Jack pinched the space between his eyebrows and swallowed. "Can you at least look at me, Belle? I feel like I offended you last night." She lifted her gaze to meet his, immediately his words tumbled out of his mouth, "Offend me? What could you possibly do to offend me, babe?" She
A stack of old clothes were kept in there, and Jack sneezed twice in only a minute of being in there. "Who is there?" He muttered, switching on the lights. He sniffed around carefully, but there was no one in sight. Just pure silence. He stumbled upon a red hood lying on the laundry basket. It was lying on top of several other old-looking clothes. He bent down to pick it up because it looked eerily familiar. His eyes widened as he examined it closely, noticing a tear on the left side and a trace of blood on the edge. "I have seen this somewhere." He thought. "His mind spun with questions as he tried to recollect where he had seen that red hood. Suddenly, he heard a rustling sound, and his heart leaped into his throat as he realized that Belle was awake and had entered the laundry room. He quickly turned around, hiding it behind him, but he couldn't shake off the feeling of suspicion that clouded his mind. "Oh Belle, you are up?" He smiled, moving an inch closer to her, still with his
Jack watched her drift back to sleep before he got up. He was going to lazily look around the house, and also make sure the intruder was gone. Once he was sure she was deeply asleep, he closed the windows properly and proceeded to walk out of the room. But he did not open the door. "I will be right back, love." He whispered, kissing her cheek briefly. This time, she did not stir Jack sat at the desk in the corner instead, and let his eyes adjust to the dim lighting in the room. The room still reeked of sex, and something else- a strong smell of blood that he had not noticed until now. Could it be from the spot she bled from when the intruder attacked her? He stared at the sleeping woman on the bed, and he noticed the spot was dried up already. She did say she was a vampire. "I'm a little spooked." He said to himself, but laughed it off. It was half past 12 in the midnight, and his stomach rumbled aggressively. That must have been what kept him up. Either that, or his mind. He increase
Jack kissed the nape of her neck as he tucked her into bed, like he would his younger siblings many years back. "Have a nice sleep, sleeping beauty." He whispered, watching her smile back at him. With her eyes still shut, she grabbed his left thigh all of a sudden. The action was so spontaneous that he flinched. Sometimes, she was a challenge like that. "Don't go anywhere, Jack. Just lay down with me, okay?" She whispered, like a little whiny bitch, or a clingy white angel, whatever worked. Jack simply nodded, and tried to pull her fingers off his thigh because her fingers were digging deep into his flesh. "I'm not going anywhere, Belle." He whispered back, and she immediately retracted her fingers. It was like a fairytale, or something straight out of a fantasy romance novel-the way he touched her and spoke to her, and every bit of reaction she gave back. "I hope this beautiful thing we have going on will last. I know it's too soon to say that, but yeah, I got it off my chest." Jack
Her kitchen was a small but modern one. Everything-the cutleries, pots and shelves were arranged neatly and in an admirable order. "You've got a nice kitchen," He commented, his eyes darting around for a suitable spot for bending her over. "Fuck! It's so serene and neat I feel like we shouldn't-" He stared at her blank expression and understood it at once. "Okay, fine. I will do it." She shook her head from side to side, and tugged at his shorts, "Come here, daddy. I want you to bless the walls with your cum." She dragged him towards the extreme of the kitchen, and knelt before him. "I'm about to have a delicious meal." She mouthed, putting a finger over his hardness. Jack gritted his teeth as if to say 'just do it already.' "Stop teasing me now, Belle." He said out loud. "I can't-" The windows were open in such a way that the people in the house next door could see them. Even the lights were still on, but neither of them seemed to care. She let her hands fondle his entrance for a bit