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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
Callie POV“You did this on purpose?” Jagger asks, his face hard and his eyes wild. I don’t think he could ever have imagined I would prank him on something so serious. Yes, I was struggling to tell my parents I was with Jagger again, but knowing he would be meeting them, I decided it was time to face my own fears and tell them myself. I know I probably could’ve told Jagger about the conversation, but watching him defend me like that was adorable. I smile softly, trying to get Jagger to relax a little. His entire body is stiff, and his eyes are locked on me. “You should’ve seen your face…” I let out with laughter while both mom and dad join me. Jagger watches us as if we have three heads each. “I am sorry, baby,” I say, and Jagger shakes his head, bringing his beer glass to his lips and emptying the content. I widen my eyes, watching him, and even my dad is a little surprised by it, dare I say even impressed. “You got me, but it’s game on, baby girl,” Jagger says, and I stiffen in m
Callie POV“Call me when you land,” Mom says as she hugs me tightly. Dad shakes Jagger’s hand at the same time, and then Mom hugs Jagger. I thought he would look and feel uncomfortable, but he didn’t. He looked relaxed, as If my Mom hugging him is the most normal thing in the world. “I will,” I say before we leave the house. Jagger guides me to a black car waiting for us. The driver puts my suitcase in the trunk while Jagger opens the door for me. I wave at my parents before I get in, and I see several people watching us. People here are not used to seeing luxury cars in the street. It’s not like this is a rich area. Jagger sits next to me, closing the door, and I can’t control the single tear rolling down my cheek. Jagger clears the tear with his finger and then kisses my forehead before pulling me into his arms. The drive to the airport doesn’t take long, and as soon as the car stops the driver gets out and opens the door for us. Jagger gets out and offers me his hand and I take
Jagger POVI can tell Calliope never traveled in first class. She didn’t have to tell me. The way her eyes scan the individual pods on the airplane and then the screen in front of her. I booked a double pod because I don't want to stay one minute away from her, but even with the double pod, you can close a small window and have some privacy. Not that she will need it. I have every intention of getting her to join the Mile High Club. “Good Afternoon. Would you like a glass of champagne?” the flight attendant asks with a huge smile. I shake my head, but Calliope smiles, grabbing a glass for herself. “Can I offer you another drink?” she asks.“Whiskey, neat,” I say, and she smiles before she walks away to get my drink. I know I could be a little nicer, but the nicer I am, the more attention I’ll get, and right now, I want all the attention on the beautiful woman sitting next to me, examining the menu on the TV in front of her seat. “It has a remote controller,” she says with an excited
Jagger POV“Bella?” I let out once more. The girl looks at me with the most puzzled expression on her face. Her eyes meet mine, and I don’t see the spark they once had in them. Her face is the same except for the small scar over her eye. Bella didn’t have it. My heart is beating so fast that I feel like I am about to die of a heart attack. “Sorry?” She says. Geez, the voice. So many nights, I got drunk, thinking I would never hear the melodic tone of her voice, and now she is here, in front of me. Breathing. Alive. How? “What are you doing here? You died, how?” I let out between breaths. I don’t even know how I can speak right now. My brain is fuzzy, as if it can’t believe my eyes. How is this? What the fuck. “I am sorry, sir, I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she says, and I frown as I look at her. It’s her. There’s not a chance in the world another woman would look and sound exactly like her. “I think you must be confusing me with someone else,” she says, and I shake my he
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