Callie POVJagger hasn’t answered his phone since yesterday, and something in me tells me he is not okay. He would never not answer his phone or reply to my texts. Something must’ve happened. I grab the coffee from the counter and empty it in one go. It’s a good thing it’s not hot anymore. I hold my purse, and as I open the door, my mom appears behind me. “So early?” She asks, looking at her watch, and I offer her a small smile and nod. “Yeah, I have a lot to do today, a lot to see,” I say, kissing her on the cheek before I leave. Jagger’s hotel is not far from where I am staying, so I decided to walk there. Waiting for a bus would probably take me longer than walking, and I was right. No buses passed me as I walked to his hotel. I enter the lobby, look both ways, as no one is paying attention, and run to the elevator. I press the button several times, and when I am inside and the doors close, I take a deep breath, feeling relief. When I reach his floor, I walk straight to his room
Callie POVI stand in the middle of the room breathless as I remove my underwear and look around, trying to figure out what to do next. Why am I so nervous? It’s not like it’s the first time I am going to have sex with Jagger. He’s seen me naked. I hear the door closing, and I stiffen, rushing to the bed, lying in the middle, and pulling the blankets over my body. The door opens, and I watch as Jagger stands still, watching me. A slight grin appears on his face as he removes the towel from his body, and his cock springs up, and I gasp, licking my lips. He is hard and so big. I’ve heard a lot of women saying that men’s bodies are not pretty, but I can’t agree with them. I think the male’s body is the best thing God has ever created, especially Jagger’s. His entire body is beautiful, as if it was carved in stone; he is perfect. Not one hair is out of line, his muscles bulge, and the veins pop when he moves. I don’t know why Jagger chose me, but I am very grateful he did, because now,
Callie POV“Where do you want to go for dinner?” Jagger asks, and I bite my lower lip, avoiding his gaze. I keep my eyes on my hands as I fiddle with the ring I have on my right hand. “Calliope?” Jagger says, and I let out a breath and meet his eyes. I can see the doubt in them. “I need to go home. My mom is waiting for me,” I whisper. Jagger shakes his head, pulling away from me and getting out of bed. We have spent all day in bed after I found him unconscious in bed. I sit up on the bed, pulling the blankets with me. I watch as Jagger grabs his boxer shorts from a bag on the chair. I frown as he starts getting dressed. “Jagger,” I said, and he turned around after pulling his pants up. He crosses his arms in front of his chest, and I watch his muscles move with the movement of his body. “I thought you were here to stay,” Jagger tells me, and I shake my head slightly. Is he for real right now? Does he really think I would drop everything and come running for him? I probably would i
Jagger POVLooking at my phone, I scrunch my nose and shake my head. She can’t fucking spend time with me, but she can go out with her cousin? I call bullshit. I pace around the room as I open the message one more time. “Where are you going? I’ll meet you there,” I type. I walk to the mini bar, grab a small bottle of whiskey, and empty it with one sip. I throw the bottle into the trash can and grab another one when my phone dings with another message. “I think we are going somewhere called Galerias Paris, but I don’t know where that is or what it is,” Calliope messages back, and I smile. I know exactly where she is going. It’s not my first time in Portugal, and I know about the nightlife. “I’ll meet you there; keep your phone with you,” I message back as I grab my jacket from the back of the chair and walk out of the room, stopping in the reception area right after.“Mr. Bolton, what can I do for you?” The young receptionist says, offering me a wide smile. “I need a car to take me
Callie POV“I need a drink,” I let out. My throat is dry, and my mouth feels like I have sand inside. I am not a drinker, but I can tell you the alcohol here is stronger. They don’t use measurements, and that is amazing. Free pouring should be a thing everywhere in the world. “I’ll go get a round for everyone,” Jagger says as I nod. I turn around, face Carina, and smile as she opens her arms and starts spinning. I copy my cousin as we laugh while Ben follows Jagger to the bar. I know Jagger is not comfortable here. This is not his environment at all. It isn’t mine if I am being honest. But I am having fun. I feel a set of hands land on my hips, and I turn around, smiling. “Hey,” I say as I look at my other cousin, Carlos. Carlos is Carina’s twin, but he was working and decided to meet us here. “Sis,” Carlos says, but as soon as she smiles, I feel Carlos being pulled away from me, and Jagger is slamming his fist against Carlos’s nose. “Jagger, stop,” I shout over the music, but he s
Callie POV“Don’t you dare walk away from me, Calliope,” Jagger says as his nostrils flare. He looks at Ben, who is standing behind me. I can see Jagger’s eyes move between me and Ben, and I move my arm from his grip, and his eyes meet mine again. They are darker than usual as his jar clenches while he puts his hands in his pockets. “Or what?” I ask, crossing my arms in front of my chest. I hate the way he is behaving right now. “Are you going to throw me over your shoulder and take me away?” I say, raising my eyebrows as I look at him. Jagger shakes his head slightly as he takes a deep breath, staring at me. “Don’t fucking tempt me, Calliope,” Jagger says, taking a step towards me. He is inches away from me. “Maybe we should all take a minute,” Ben says, moving slightly to stand beside me. Jagger looks at Ben, and I can see his jaw clenching once more as his nostrils flare in anger. “Maybe you should fuck off and mind your own fucking business,” Jagger says to Ben, which widens h
Callie POVWhen I open my eyes, I can’t help but smile. The smell of fresh coffee invades my nostrils, and I move to bed to feel Jagger’s side empty. I protest as I groan, opening my eyes. The sun is shining, and I widen my eyes, sitting up straight. “Shit,” I whisper, moving on the bed, trying to find my phone. “Good morning,” Jagger says as he looks at me over his newspaper, and I shake my head. Jagger frowns, putting the paper down and watching as I stand up and try to gather all my clothes that are gathered at the end of the bed in a folded pile. What the hell?“Did you fold my clothes?” I ask as Jagger keeps his eyes on me as he nods. I shake my head, slightly amused, as I put my clothes back on. “I am so dead,” I let out, but Jagger doesn’t say anything. “My mom is going to kill me. What time is it?” I ask, and Jagger looks at his watch and then at me. “Seven thirty,” he says, unaware of how screwed I am right now. “Shit, shit,” I curse under my breath, pulling my pants up. J
Jagger POV“Come on baby, we’re going to be late,” I say, and Calliope looks at me, giving me the dirtiest side-eye I have ever seen. I smile as I watch her look at her reflection in the mirror. She is wearing one of the dresses I bought for her; you know, one of the ones she looked at and said she would never wear. “Zip me up, please,” Calliope says, and I nod, taking a step closer to her and pulling the zip on the back of the dress up. My fingers brush her skin lightly while I do it, and I can see her eyes widen slightly, and I can’t help but smile. “Please, be in your bed behavior, and don’t say anything until I explain to them why you’re here,” Calliope says as we walk down the hotel corridor. I invited them for dinner at the hotel tonight. They asked me to go to their house, but I think the public environment might be better today. Public exposure means they can’t kill me. “Good evening. Reservation is under Bolton,” I say to the hostess as we reach the restaurant. She smiles