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 POVI blink my eyes several times, trying to adjust them to the brightness passing through the curtains in the bedroom. I close one eye, peaking only from one, and I realize Jagger is not in bed with me. Automatically, I dart up and look around the room, pulling the hair away from my face. “Jagger,” I call out, but no one responds. I take a deep breath, fall back down on the bed, and pull the blanket to cover my head. I smile. I don’t know why I am feeling like this. I feel like a schoolgirl who finally has the attention of the team captain. I close my eyes, remembering the night before. Jagger kept me on edge until he allowed me to have my orgasm. I don’t even know how it is possible to be so good at sex. I have never experienced anything like that before. You know when someone touches you, and you feel the butterflies flying in the pit of your stomach. No? Well, I didn’t know it either until now. Every touch coming from that man is absolutely divine. I pull the blanket awa
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