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
At the front of the diner where Mario was to meet Aurelia, he stopped for a moment and heaved a sigh of terror. If it was true that his mother had trouble at the popular Aubert hospital, then, he needed to do something. 'I need to do something.' He thought. "I need to do something to convince her that I can actually go after something and win it." He said out loud. Whatever it would take to get Belle to be by his side, he would do it. He would use her as an escape from the marriage contract. By all possible means. He was also going to find whoever it was that did that evil at the hospital. He had a strong feeling that Annette's family must know something about it. He had never trusted them. Maybe he really should go home, to make his mother realize everything he suspected. Maybe running away was not the solution. "Motherfuckers." He cussed under his breath and then dragged his feet towards their meeting spot. There she was, seated quietly with a red hood over her face. She had
He did not know what made him say that. Maybe it was for the fact that the thoughts of Belle pushed the strings at his heart and fueled him with much more courage that he had ever had. As soon as Aurelia left for Le Marais, Mario knew this was his time. He was going to do whatever it takes to change things. Even if it meant going into the dangerous zone for the very first time. He started to walk towards the house Belle had described that fateful night. He hoped to hell that Louis would be there. Even if he was, he had no idea what that would do to helping his. mother. But if he was going to be a private detective for the organ trafficking case, he had better start with something like a presumed kidnap so that his mother could trust him. He stopped metres in front of the house, and stared at it for some seconds. Was the love of his life really in there?Mario cautiously approached the strange house, his heart beating faster with each step. He was a private investigator, and he d
Mario slowly nodded and fell on his knees, grunting silently. "I don't know what he has done to Belle...my Belle. If he did this to someone else, what has he done to my Belle, huh?" He whimpered, his whole body shaking with uncontrollable sobs. The last time Jack had seen him like this, they were under fifteen. "What are you going to do?" He asked him quietly, and he sighed, sniffing back tears, "I'm going to go back to the hotel, report to the police, and then have a long sleep." Jack nodded, without arguing. It was good that he thought about sleeping in all of this. Even though he wasn't sure about calling the police part. The last time he dialed 911 when he was out, upon the order of his stalker, his stalker had been the one who picked. "It's advisable not to report to the police at the moment. We will go there on our own in the morning, okay?"If the stalker had indeed been Louis, then there was no way they could reach the police, except they visited the station physically.
Once he left, Belle whispered in Jack's direction, "Come here! Come loose me! Hurry!" There was music blasting from the room the man had entered. It was a sexual song, and it was obvious he was trying to set the mood. So, he rushed out and did her bidding, his hands shivering. "Was that your cousin? Why's he beating you up?" "Shhh! Just loose me. I will explain later." She begged, looking back. "He will be here any moment, and he's going to send me to the hospital again, I will not let him have his way with me." Jack was not listening. He was distracted by the swell of her boobs that was visible from the torn part of her top. "You are bleeding," He said, touching her ears. "I will be fine." She muttered back, not caring to cover her boobs. Once she had been loosed, Belle pressed a warm kiss on his ears as a token of her gratefulness, and got up with his help. "We are going to run into my room now, and lock the door. He doesn't have the key... I changed my lock yesterday." Jack was sti
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