Chapter 62 - Calliope Flores

Callie POV

Jagger’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