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
Jagger POVEntering the elevator I press my key card to the reader and the doors close immediately. I hate sharing the elevator with people so I like to come early, before everyone is supposed to start. Today is a bad day for me. It’s been ten years today since my life changed and made me the man I am today. The elevator doors open and Janet looks at me with a wide smile. I look at her shaking my head slightly as I walk to her desk and she offers me a cup of black coffee. “Good morning boss,” she says and I raise an eyebrow looking at her and her shoulders slump as she looks at me. “What? Can’t I try to make your day a little better? Today is your dark day after all,” she says and I nod slightly offering her a small smile. I don’t smile a lot lately, I don’t have a lot of reasons to smile anyway. “Every day is a dark day,” I correct Janet and she crosses her arms in front of her chest giving me her sassy attitude I nod “Thank you for the coffee,” I tell her and her entire body rela
Calliope POV“Callie, are you sure that’s a good idea?” Rachel asks as we look both ways before we run crossing the street. Her arm is linked to mine. “Nope,” I let out as I laugh and she shakes her head. Rachel is a lot more sensible than I am. She likes to make lists and take everything under consideration when making a decision while I am a more go-with-the-flow kind of girl. “What are we talking about?” Carson asks as he kisses me on the cheek before he kisses Rachel and steps between us, forcing me to link arms with him. Carson is our best friend, our very gay best friend. The thing about him is you would never tell he is gay. The guy is still in the closet and only dates the richest and prettiest girls in the city. “Callie thinks it's a good idea to go out clubbing tonight after what she has gone through…” Rachel says, and I stop walking. My friends’ eyes land on me, and they are forced to stop as well. “Rach, you know that is a forbidden topic,” Carson lets out, shaking his
Jagger POV“Stalking people is a fucking crime,” I shout when I read the newspaper. People have lost their fucking minds, and I can’t help but laugh at the stupidity that just came out of my mouth. Yes, it’s a fucking crime, but it’s not a crime like the ones I commit. Being bound to the law sometimes makes things even more exciting for me. Knowing I am getting away with literal murder is thrilling. “Jagger, you have Cornelius on the line for you,” Janet says through the intercom that connects my office to her desk. “Thanks, tell the prick I am busy,” I let out through my greeted teeth as I press the intercom button. “He’s insisting, and if you don’t answer, he is coming over,” Janet replies, and I can’t help but let out a frustrated breath as I lean back on my chair, closing my eyes before I grab the phone with my right hand and bring it to my ear. “Cornelius, I am busy,” I let out as soon as I answered the miserable bastard’s call. “Good morning to you, too,” he replies sarcast