EricI can’t believe it’s been five years since I have seen her, but as she opens the exam room door, my entire world is made right once again. She looks the same but even more beautiful- if that’s even possible.She wraps her arms around me and hugs me tight as she sobs into my shoulder, “I thought you were out tomorrow,” she whispers, her tears wetting my shoulder, and I smile, holding her tighter.“He let me go a day early,” I respond, looking back into her eyes.These last five years have been hard, but I knew they would be worth it once this moment came. It felt like the years went by too slowly, but now that this day has arrived, I know it was all worth it.Turning on Marcus was difficult. His goons even came after me, but they failed to kill me. Agent Latter agreed he would leave my family alone if I did this, but really, I knew he had no evidence to prosecute them. We always ensured we were careful where Marcus liked to throw his power around like a drunk emperor.Saying goodb
Jessica “Julie, Jackson, hurry up!! We’re going to be late!” I call down the hall. Our new apartment is small, and my little sister immediately answers me as she walks by, her long brown hair falling by her waist. She is only twelve, but she acts like she’s sixteen with the attitude she has. “Don’t get your panties in a twist! We’re coming,” she grumbles as she heads for the kitchen cabinet, but I sigh, knowing she will be disappointed, “You didn’t get more cereal?” she asks when she sees the bare cupboard.My heart sinks, and I shake my head, “No…I’m sorry. I didn’t have time.” I stutter out, but that’s a lie. I had the time; I didn’t have the money.Jackson walks past me next, and I smile, fluffing his hair up. It’s hard to believe he just turned nine, and they weren’t here, “Jessica, STOP! I just got it the way I like it.” He says, rolling his eyes at me, and I look at his features; he looks so much like Dad- God, how I miss both of my parents so much.Three months ago, I was at
JessicaI take a deep breath and turn around, only to come to stare at what I believe is a Greek God. Holy shit- this man looks like he could be carved of stone and placed at some glorious monument. “I’m so sorry,” I mutter- this is a nightmare!Embarrassed that he saw my outburst, I turn around and begin to look for my shoe, but he taps his foot, demanding my attention, “Looking for this?” He asks, dangling the high heel I am looking for with his index finger. He has a slight red mark on his arm, and that’s when I realize I launched my heel at this Greek God, and I left a mark on his beautiful body!Oh, My GOD!I reach for the heel, and he smirks, holding it above his head, “No, I think I will hold onto this. You seem to have anger issues, and I don’t want this stiletto shoved up my ass.” I take a step back, and even though he is wearing a smirk, his tone is serious, and now I can feel how red my face is.“Sorry,” I mutter again, trying not to stare into his deep blue eyes. “I have
The stage lights turn on, blinding me, but I can’t mess this up; we need this. I begin to shake my hips to the music as I unbutton my dress jacket, but I don’t have any rhythm. I only took ballet in preschool and fell off the stage at my first recital. The memory makes me wince- I hate stages!Mike watches me from a chair in front of the stage, he claps, but my heart is racing- I think I might have a heart attack. Is he going to make me take it ALL off? I mean, why haven’t I been concerned about this part till right now? If I get this job, I will take my clothes off for strangers every night.My palms begin to sweat, and I feel a little faint as I unclasp the last button, throwing the jacket at Mike. “Hell, yeah! Goodie-Too-Shoes-Science girl! Wahoo!!” he commends me, but I can’t help but think he might be pranking me at the same time. Will men be yelling at me like this every night?I smile but am holding down the stomach acid that I want to vomit. I didn’t eat breakfast, and now
DamonI chuckle, shaking my head as I walk back into my office. Her meek voice fading behind me. I already know this girl doesn’t have what it takes to work here, but I know my buddy Mikey always wants to see ANY hot girl naked. I didn’t ask for her name, but that girl was a straight 9.8 but with anger issues; I try to stay away from those types these days, though. I have enough issues running this laundering business. I had witnessed her tumble backward and fall, but what happened next was pure comedy. And the fact she hit me with her heel? I have never wanted to laugh harder in my entire laugh when I saw her face of shock, but I held it in, making her sweat. That’s what I do, though. Everyone who knows who I truly am in the crime world knows not to fuck with me.Sure, Billionaire by day and in the public eye but by night, Mafia Lord. I turn back around after closing the door and continue the task at hand, “An interview?” Mindy asks me as she places another stack of hundred-dolla
JessicaThe bus pulls up, and the driver smiles at me when he sees how much my mood has changed. I am downright happy! No! Ecstatic! “I take it you had a change of luck?” he asks me as I climb the steps, not hiding my glee. I smile back,” Yes, I start my new job tonight.” I say proudly. He nods approvingly at me, and I drop my money in the toll as I walk to a seat and begin scrolling on my phone, applying for multiple credit cards. I will not falter on my promise; the kitchen will be fully stocked when Julie gets home, but between my student loan debt and the many credit cards already in past due balance, I am only approved for five hundred dollars, but this is enough. I don’t care what I must do tonight; I will make great tips and begin paying down the debt I have accumulated. This is the start of a new life. I break the heel off my other shoe so they match, but I hope to buy flip-flops when I shop. The bus approaches the street where the grocery store is located, and I pull th
DamonI’m sitting in my office about four hours before opening when there’s a knock on the door, “Come in,” I call, and the door slowly opens. Mikey is standing there with a broken plunger that is dripping water all over the floor, and I stare at him in disbelief. “Dude, what the hell?” I ask, pointing at that disgusting thing. “Why is THAT in my office?”“The woman’s toilet is clogged. I think they were flushing tampons again,” Mikey says with his face full of disgust. “Okay?” I question, frustrated. “Did you get it unclogged?” he nods but eyes the broken plunger.“The other two are clogged as well, and now I don’t know how I am going to fix them. Do you want me to call a plumber?” He asks, and my eyes widen.“Oh, sure, let’s just give the FEDS a personal invite into my business, Mikey!” Mikey’s mouth gapes, “Damn, that’s not what I meant. My cousin is a plumber. I can call him.” he suggests, and I shake my head, grumbling. “No, I’ll go hit the store and grab another one. There’s
JessicaDamon is quiet as we drive, and I look at the thong he placed in my lap- why did he have this? Where did he find this? Has this been in his pocket all day? I have so many questions. Why did the God have MY underwear in his pocket?“I found them behind the bar. I was going to give them back to you tonight, but now is fine too. You can slip them back on if you want,” he says, not even glancing at me. “Here? Like right now?” I ask, and I watch a slight smirk curl on his lips.“It’s up to you. I won’t tell anyone you aren’t wearing panties,” he eyes me, “Well unless you want me to.” He says, with his eyebrows raised. My cheeks burn red with embarrassment as I feel the lacey fabric and untangle it, reaching down for my ankles. I glance at him as I reach them and nervously place the panties around each of my feet, “I won’t watch. I promise.” He says in a serious tone, and his eyes return to the road.My eyes don’t leave him as I pull them on as quickly as I can, but his eyes remain