All Chapters of Irresistible: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Tears filled my eyes and I got off the bed. Jackson could tell he'd upset me, so he spoke up. "You remember when I told you that I pressured Brenda into having unprotected sex?" He asked softly.I nodded."Well… pressured isn't the right word… it was more like… forced."I drew in a deep breath. "You raped her?""I don't know if you could really call it rape… it wasn't fully consensual… but… she didn't really fight me…" he sighed. "You want the whole story?""Not if you don't want to tell me," I lied. I wanted to know whether he wanted to share or not."Well, I was drunk, of course… and Brenda and I were fooling around. Things got pretty heated, and she was wearing a little jean skirt, those things are just

There weren't many people at the funeral home. We walked into the quiet room and I took in my surroundings. It seemed so peaceful for someone who had lived such a turbulent life. The front row was taken up, and a few people were scattered in the rows behind. Simon and I sat in the middle of the second row. The only people to speak at the funeral were her friends and her mother; no other family members were present. In the middle of a long, awkward silence, Simon stood up and approached the front of the room. As I watched him take the microphone from the stand, I saw the color drain from his face. He cleared his throat, shifting nervously. "I'm Simon," he said. "Caroline's ex-boyfriend… I think it's great you guys showed up."Oh God, he had no idea what he was doing."Some of you might know that I was the one that found Caroline after she shot herself. I read her note,

When we rang the doorbell at Simon's, Jackson answered. He was wearing jeans that looked painfully tight, a big belt, a flannel shirt open at the chest, a bandana around his neck, and a black cowboy hat. A stubble of beard shadowed his jaw. It took every bit of self control I had not to screw him right there. He looked more amazing than I had ever seen him look. He made one hell of a cowboy. "Hey Sophie. Who is your friend?" he asked, standing back from the door to let us in.We went inside. "This is Wyette. He's been here a couple of weeks."Jackson smiled his perfect smile and extended his hand. Wyette stared at it."Shake." I told him.He obeyed, looking into Jackson's green eyes. "Ah… n-nice to meet you.""Did Sophie tell you something bad about me, or what? You seem a little fre

"What are you talking about?" he asked, sitting up and rubbing his hands over his lean, angular face. "Sophie, think about what you're saying!" I got out of bed and pulled my panties on. "I can't believe this."He put his boxers on shaking his head. "It's all right. We'll just keep it between you and me.""I can't lie about this," I whispered, tears filling my eyes. "I can't do it.""Shh…"I finished getting dressed and headed towards the door. I unlocked it and turned the knob. "I got to tell him.""Dammit Sophie, what the hell is wrong with you!?""Maybe if I tell the truth he will forgive me."He grabbed my wrist and yanked me towards him. "No he won't. Just take a deep breath and get your head on straight."

"Simon… she just got clothes, what's the big deal!? Ah, lay off man, I didn't do it on purpose… I'd never hurt her on purpose! You know that… don't be a dick, kid…" he shook his head, rolling his eyes. "If you can't even trust her enough to let her go out to get breakfast with me than maybe you ought to break up." He snapped and hung up the phone.   "Jackson!" I cried, snatching my cell phone away from him.   "What?" he asked innocently.   "Why would you say that?"