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
Callie POVJagger’s hands keep me in place against his body while my back is pressed against the bathroom door. The jealousy bubbling inside my heart is more significant than I care to admit. Jagger, looking at that woman, felt like a slap in the face. She looks so much like his ex. I never thought her ghost would be a problem in our relationship. But now I know she is not a ghost. She is a real woman. A woman Jagger didn’t know existed. Jagger moves our bodies, and I can’t help but gasp as he places me on the sink. Jagger spreads my legs, positioning himself between them; his hands move fast, lifting my top. As he pulls my top off, we stop kissing, and when our eyes meet, I feel a little cold in my stomach. His eyes look hungry, full of desire and intensity. Jagger’s hands cradle my face, forcing me to look at him while we both pant, trying to catch our breaths, “I am sorry, Callie,” Jagger says, and I arch my brows as I stare into those beautiful blue eyes and offer him a small sm
Callie POVWhen the airplane lands, Jagger holds my hand and brings it to his lips, placing a small kiss. I smile, looking at him as he takes a deep breath. “Everything will change as soon as we get out of this plane,” Jagger says, and I nod. I am used to the press being around me, but I also know Jagger has a lot more attention than I do. We leave the plane and walk down the airport holding hands, but as soon as we get out, the flashes almost blind me as Jagger’s and my name keep being shouted. I frown, and Jagger pulls me closer to him. Immediately, we are surrounded by three guys. They are huge, and they create a barrier between us and the press. “Jagger, is it true you helped Miss Flores?” One journalist shouts, but Jagger stays quiet as we walk. I knew he had much more attention than me, but this is ridiculous. We have literal bodyguards. I’ve never seen Jagger walking around with Bodyguards, to be honest. But he probably doesn’t really need it. Look at the size of him. He is h
Hey Everyone.I am sorry for the inexistent updates. I have been struggling lately with my mental health and being extremely tired as I work full time, have two kids, a fantastic partner, and a house to take care of, not to mention writing. It's been a crazy couple of months, and I needed time to rest, catch up on some rest, and spend time with my family without worrying about writing. I was waking up at 4 in the morning so I could write and then get myself ready for work and the girls ready for school and nursery, all before 6:30 am. It was insane how I was living on so little sleep. I decided to prioritize my health and family, so I disappeared for a little while. I lost a lot of money doing so, but now I am back, and I will do my best to give you daily updates. So please be patient with me, and remember, we authors are just humans. We understand it is frustrating for you because you want to know what happens next, but it is also frustrating for us if we are so tired we can't even
Callie POVPacking my things has been emotional. I don’t really know what to take with me. How long am I going to be with him? I don’t want to overpack because I don’t want him thinking I am thinking about just moving in, but I also don’t want to underpack.I let out an exasperated breath as I sat on the floor, folding t-shirts and putting them in my overnight bag, which I had pulled from the wardrobe. I watch as Jagger watches me with his phone in his hand. His knuckles are white with the strength of his grip on his phone. I frown, looking at him standing up. Jagger’s eyes move with me, and once I am in front of him, his eyes soften, and he shoves his phone into his pocket. “Is everything okay?” I ask, and Jagger nods slightly. He is not a very good liar, which is not really good for a lawyer of his caliber. Jagger’s hands move to my lower back, pulling me closer as he buries his nose on my neck, inhaling deeply. “Look at me,” I say as I cradle his face between my hands and his bea
Jagger POVMy phone rings, and I blink several times, pulling my arm from under Calliope and rolling to answer it. “Hello,” I let out in a whisper as I stood up and walked into the bathroom attached to my room. The light turns on with the movement, and I frown, adjusting my eyes to the bright light. “We have him,” Dash says on the other side, and I rest a hand on the sink as I stare blankly into the mirror. I let out a breath and bent my head slightly to try to assimilate the words Dash was saying to me. “He is in a hotel downtown,” Dash adds, and I take a deep breath. It’s not the first time we had Petrov but he escaped. The doctor ended up giving us more information than we thought he knew, but Petrov is fucking smart, and by the time we got to him, he was fucking gone. “Jagger, are you listening to me?” Dash asks, and I nod my head even though my brother can’t really see me doing so. “Jagg,” Dash lets out, and I can hear the concern in his voice. “Yes, give me twenty and I’ll m
Callie POV“I have something to tell you,” Rachel says as she looks at Carson as he bites his lower lip, and I frown. “We have something to tell you,” Carson corrects Rachel, and I sit back on my chair, almost bracing for the impact. “Okay…” I let out so low I think they might’ve not heard me. “We have been a little distant lately because..” Rachel starts as her eyes move from me to Carson, and she moves her hand, holding his as he stares at her. OMG. No.“We’re together,” she says, and everything in me freezes as my eyes move from one of my friends to the other. Carson is now staring at me with a small smile on his lips as his thumb caresses the top of her hand. “I am sorry we kept this from you, but as you can imagine, it took us a little while to figure out what was happening between us,” Rachel says, and I stay quiet, not believing what I am hearing. I am happy they are happy, but it’s still a little weird. I always thought Carson was gay through and through. “Say something for
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