Jagger POVSitting here as they eat and talk while Calliope laughs feels like fucking torture, and I am not fucking masochist. This is fucking torture, and my body is so tense I feel like exploding right here right now. I know I shouldn’t have followed her into the bathroom, and I definitely shouldn’t have touched her. She felt so fucking good that immediately my body reacted to it.I can feel her scent on my hand. The way she feels, the softness of her skin, her warmth, everything will be kept in my memory forever. She is the closest I have ever had to caring about someone since Bella. I know having Cornelius around her is making it worse. It’s making it even more personal because of our history. “Jagger, please, listen to me,” Bella pleads as she walks past Dash, ignoring his warnings to leave her alone. “Why didn’t you tell me you have a boyfriend?” I finally ask the question that has been living rent-free inside my head. “We had an argument, and we were on a break,” she says, a
Callie POVTonight, I feel like I have entered the twilight zone. Everything was super weird, especially when Jagger approached me. The way he looked at me and behaved was really weird. The way he touched me and how my entire body woke to his touch was absolutely insane. I have never felt anything like that before. No other man has ever touched me the way he did. Taking a deep breath, I turn the TV off as I lay down on my bed. I don’t know if I will be able to forget everything that happened tonight, but I hope that if I still remember it in ten years' time, I won’t feel the same way I am feeling now. Sleep takes its sweet ass time to get to me, but when it does, I am taken to the land of dreams, where Jagger is the main character. I open my eyes, jumping as I feel my heart beating like there’s no tomorrow. I look around the room, trying to find the source of the noise, but my brain is not functioning properly yet. I take several breaths as I look around the room, and then I hear t
Jagger POV“Fuck me, What the hell happened to you?” Dash asks as he moves my head side to side as I snarl at him. His fingers on my chin, treating me like a little kid, is pissing me right off. “Move your fucking hands,” I bark at him, and he raises both his hands in front of his chest in surrender. I shake my head as I turn my back and walk directly into Wyatt’s office without knocking. He is on the phone and raises one finger, indicating he won’t be long. “No, seriously, bro, what the fuck happened to your face?” Dash asks, and I take a deep breath. I know this is not a good thing for someone like me, but I can always say someone robbed me, and because I resisted, they jumped me. Or I can say three guys got paid to jump me. I can’t say it was just one because no one would believe that. At the end of the day, it was one guy who did this to me, but people don’t really know about my Funtime. Yes, it is fun for me, but at the moment, the after sucks. Hurts like a fucking bitch. Wyat
Callie POV“I swear only the two of you would make me wear something like this,” I protest as I look at myself in the mirror. It’s not that I don’t like what I am wearing; it’s just not me. It looks more like Rachel than me. “That dress looks amazing on you,” Carson says as he plops his feet on the chair in front of him. Carson is sitting on my bed, well, more like laying on my bed while Rachel applies bronzer to my forehead. I never wear this much makeup, but Rachel decided today was the day she was going to do it. “I know it does, but it’s very… revealing,” I say as I look at Carson through the mirror. He waves his hand, trying to shut me up. “Today is a very important day for my dad, so please do this for me; you know how stressed I have been because of this deal,” Rachel says, and I nod. Her father is landing some serious business deals today and I promised I would go with her to the party he is throwing. “I know,” I let out, and she smiles as she does the final touches, and I
Callie POVThe way his words affect my entire body is no joke. Everything in me asks for him to touch me, to kiss me, while my brain tries to fight the fog caused by his presence. I close my eyes, parting my lips slightly as I feel the brush of his fingers on my lips. Everything this man does makes me want to scream. I can feel my arousal taking over as all ration thoughts disappear into oblivion. I have never felt anything like this before. This type of lust is only known to me by the books I read and the films I watch. I have never felt anything like it before. I can feel my underwear soaking immediately with the anticipation of a kiss.Am I delusional to expect him to kiss me? To expect him to touch me and bend me over the railing and fuck me from behind? These are not the usual thoughts that come to my mind when I see a man when I am attracted to someone. Sex is never the most powerful thought, but with Jagger, it’s all I can think about. “Look at me, Calliope,” he whispers, his
Jagger POV“Is everything okay?” Dash asks as I empty the glass he just passed to my hand. I nod, signaling the barman to pour another one. I have my back turned to the event. I don’t want to be here, but unfortunately, I am the one overviewing Wyatt’s business transactions, so I am here doing a job. That’s how I need to see this. A job. “Okay, I know you’re not okay, but I am not going to press it,” Dash says, and I nod, thanking every fucking God in the sky he will let go for once. “But you know if you need to talk about it, you can talk to me, right?” He adds, and I shake my head. Spoke and thanked the Gods too soon.“What happened to not pressing it?” I ask as I turn to face him and his brows rise as he shakes his head. I looked around the room to find Calliope talking with her friend as she said. I have a file on him, and he comes from one of the richest families in New York. The guy swims in money, but he doesn’t really show it off. He likes sleeping around, and if he thinks h
Callie POVThe darkness brings back to memory all the horrible words Jagger said to me, plus all the nightmares I have ever had all at once. I can feel Carson’s hand on mine, but as people walk past us, they break our bond, and I lose his touch. It’s so dark I can’t even make out shapes. Another loud bang makes me recoil into a corner. I don’t really know where I am or what is going on, but all I know is that I am terrified of the dark. I don’t sleep in the dark. I hate the dark.When I was a kid, someone broke into our house, and it was very dark. I remember hearing my mom screaming and my dad shouting at the man. My dad took a terrible beating, and my mom was strapped to a chair. They made me watch as they hit my dad. All those memories come crashing down as I haven’t thought about it in years. I remember them calling us filth because my parents are not American. I remember them spitting at my mom’s face while she cried and called for my name to run. I wrapped my hand around my rig
Jagger POVCalliope falls asleep in the car, giving me time to think about what I am going to do. I can’t be seen anywhere with her, not even in my apartment in the city, and I definitely can’t take her to the safe house. My grip tightens on the steering wheel as I decide to take her to my cabin. Only Ghost and Dash know about the cabin. Not even Wyatt knows about it. I bought it a few years ago, and that’s where I come when I need to get off the grid and be alone. I never brought anyone to the cabin so bringing Calliope is new even for me. When I stop the car, she moves on her seat but keeps her eyes shut. I take a deep breath, get out of the car, and inhale the pine scent surrounding us. My entire body relaxes immediately as I open the door and step inside, turning the alarm off. It might be a cabin in the middle of nowhere, but it still needs security; the entire place is wired to the most sophisticated security system. Sometimes, hikers spot the house and try to get inside. So,
Jagger POV“Are you sure you want to do this?” Dash asks as we both put our masks on. I nod as I try to focus on the task at hand. This is going to be the most dangerous thing we have ever done. “I think this can go wrong on so many levels,” Dash adds, and I look at my brother as he stares at me. The only thing I can see from his features are his eyes. The eyes that mirror my own. I let out a deep breath, gathering the guns I chose to take with me while Dash did the same thing. Wyatt has been extremely quiet, lost in his own mind. I know he is struggling not knowing where his family are, for their own protection. “Let’s go,” Wyatt says as he walks past me and Dash, carrying his duffel bag with the guns he is taking extra. The rest of the men are in the armory, grabbing their own things. This room is only for the three of us. “If things get too much, I want you out,” I say as I look at my brother, and he shakes his head, pressing his forehead to mine as his hand rests on the back of
Jagger POVI look over my shoulder to see Calliope staring at me. Her arms are wrapped around her body as if trying to self-soothe, and something inside of me breaks. I look into those beautiful eyes before I exhale and leave her inside our house. Once the door is closed behind me, I get into the mindset I am going to need to get this shit done. I hate lying to Calliope, but I also know I can’t tell her the truth, not yet. If she knew I wasn’t going away, that I would be in New York, she would have way too many questions I wouldn’t be able to answer. As soon as I close the door on my car I press the button to call Dash. “I’m on my way, is everything ready?” I ask Dash and I can tell by the background noise it isn’t. “What the fuck is going on?” I ask as I wait impatiently for the garage door to open. “One of my clubs exploded last night,” Dash says, and my brain can’t even begin to process the words that just came out of my brother’s mouth. “What the fuck?” I let out as I drive as
Callie POVLiving with Jagger has been the most amazing and weird thing I have ever done in my life. He is attentive and caring, but he also gives me my space and allows me to spend time alone so I can focus on my studies. I have never met anyone like him before. But there’s one thing I can’t get my head around. Several times, I wake up during the night, and he is gone. He is nowhere to be found, and I keep thinking he would tell me where he is going if he wanted me to know, right?“Are you okay?” He asks me, lowering his newspaper as he grabs a cup of coffee, bringing it to his lips. There’s something extremely sensual about a man holding a newspaper with only one hand while their eyes are on us. I feel a shiver run down my spine as these thoughts take over my brain. I nod slightly, trying to push away all the questions in my head. Jagger closes the newspaper and places it next to his plate. Immediately after he stands and walks to me with a confidence I envy. I keep my eyes on him,
Jagger POV“This is amazing,” Calliope says, throwing her arms around my neck, pulling me and kissing me. Her lips devour mine as her tongue dances with mine. Without a second thought, I spin us around, sitting Calliope on the edge of her new desk as she spreads her legs, wrapping them around my body. I press my erection against her heated pussy, and Calliope moans against my lips as my tongue moves slowly down her neck, tasting her every inch. Calliope has no idea the power she has over me; how she could click her fingers, I would go running like a fucking lost puppy. I am addicted to her, and I am not ashamed to admit it. “Show me how much you like it, baby,” I whisper in her ear, and her entire body shivers as her eyes snap open as I take a step back, allowing her to adjust herself on the desk and fall on her knees in front of me. I Can’t help but smile at the sight in front of me. Calliope on her knees is the most beautiful thing ever. How her eyes shine as her hands move to und
Jagger POV“Let’s go,” I say, and I hear people complaining as Donna looks at me with widened eyes. I am not going to sit here and listen to these pricks trying to destroy our reputations. Yes, they might be right. Yes, I was already chasing her before all of this ended, but I can’t help but try to protect her from all of this. Calliope looks at me and nods, standing with me and holding my hand as we walk out of the room where all the press is protesting. I know they were waiting for a final statement from me, but they can fuck right off. “Are you okay?” I ask Calliope as soon as we are alone in the corridor. Her hands are freezing cold and shaking slightly.Her eyes meet mine, and she shakes her head softly with tears pooling her eyes as she stares back into mine. “That was horrible,” she says with a single tear rolling down her cheek. I pull Calliope into my arms, hugging her tightly as she breaks down, crying against my chest. “That was completely unnecessary,” I hear Donna say a
Callie POV“We would like to thank you all for being here, and we would like you all to please respect Mr. Bolton and Miss Flores’s privacy as much as possible. We know you all have questions, and they will do their best to answer them,” Donna says as she smiles, staring directly at the three rows of reporters all staring back at her. I admire how comfortable she is looking in front of everyone.I rub my hands on my legs under the table, and I see Jagger looking at me through the corner of my eyes. He moves one of his hands, placing it on top of mine, stopping me. When I look at him, he gives me a small smile and nods, trying to encourage me. “Please understand Miss Flores won’t be speaking of the legal case surrounding herself at the moment as it’s all in court still, and if Miss Flores is not speaking, the same goes for Mr. Bolton; please be respectful and mindful,” Donna says before she sits next to me.We have a huge table dividing us from the press and Donna points at the first
Callie POV“Are you ready for this?” Donna asks, and I shake my head as I bite my lower lip. Jagger is looking at me as he has his microphone fitted on the lapel of his jacket. “It’s going to be okay; stick to the answers we rehearsed,” Donna says, and I nod. I watch as the woman fitting the microphone bats her eyelashes at Jagger, and he is entirely unaware of her. His eyes are on me, and once she is done, he shoves his hands into his pockets, walking to me. Donna steps to the side as he stands before me, offering me a slight smile. “You two need to remain as a united front. We have checked all the questions being made, but reporters always go rogue,” Donna says, and Jagger nods.“Not my first press conference,” Jagger lets out, and Donna inhales a breath at his tone with her. She can barely look him in the eye and is blushing at any eye contact between them. I frown, watching her behave like a schoolgirl next to Jagger. Donna never behaved like this. She was always very cold toward
Jagger POV“Jagger, you have Donna Johnson on the line,” Janet says through the intercom between my office and her desk. I let out a breath closing my laptop and answering the phone. “Donna, what can I do for you?” I ask. I am not the type of person to go around having chit-chat. I have always been cordial with Donna, but we don’t really have a lot in common. She is more of a social worker case. She likes pro bonuses and cases that won’t get her anywhere. She was never money-thirsty. “Jagger, thank you for answering; I know you are a busy man,” she says. I sit back in my chair, closing my eyes for a few seconds, waiting for her to continue, but she stays silent. “As you said, Donna, I am a busy man,” I let out through greeted teeth. I have nothing against her, but the fact that she is wasting my time is starting to annoy me. “I would like to sit with you; I need a lawyer,” she says, and I frown, sitting back up on my chair. Now, she’s piqued my interest. “I wouldn’t be contacting
Callie POV“I asked you a question, Calliope,” Jagger says. His eyes focused on mine, and I blinked several times, trying to come up with an intelligent response, but nothing came out. I feel the shame creeping in and taking over my face as I feel it warming up. “Answer the fucking question, Calliope,” his tone makes me frown and take one step away from him.Jagger has never spoken to me that way before. His anger pointed at me. I wasn’t the one writing those terrible things, I am the one being attacked, and he is the one with a stick up his ass? I grip his wrists, moving his hands from my face, and Jagger lets out a breath as I take a step away from him. Jagger moves to get closer to me, but I take another step away from him. “Why are you talking to me like that?” I question Jagger as I cross my arms in front of my chest, raising my eyebrows and staring directly into his eyes. I am tired of people playing with my feelings and thinking they can control my life. Jagger shakes his hea