✿♡ JAZZLENE ♡✿I walked into Zane's room and found him already dressed in his pilot uniform, with his suitcase and duffel bag at the foot of the bed. He was engrossed in typing on his phone, so he didn't immediately acknowledge me when I entered.Taking a seat on the edge of his bed, I dropped my body down, hands resting on my knees. "Always take care of yourself out there. Don't do anything reckless, okay?" I said, prompting him to finally turn and look at me.He furrowed his brow. "You're the one who needs to watch out here, especially since you'll be left alone.""I'll be with Mom and Dad," I assured him.He huffed. "They're leaving too. As far as I know, next week. Mom has a case she needs to handle. She has to visit her client and they'll stay at the client's vacation house during the hearing to be nearby and avoid frequent travel.""Huh?" I raised an eyebrow. "Why didn't Mom mention anything to me?" Sitting up in bed, I looked at my brother in surprise. "Does that mean I'll be a
✿♡ JAZZLENE ♡✿ I lifted the ladle to taste the sinigang I had cooked for dinner. Tonight, it was my turn to cook since Mom and Dad hadn't returned yet. They left around three this afternoon to go grocery shopping, ensuring I'd have enough supplies for the day they'd be away. The taste was just right. I set down the ladle, covered the pot, turned off the stove, and unplugged the rice cooker before grabbing my phone from the table. As I was about to leave the kitchen, my phone rang. It was Mom. "Hi, Mom," I greeted first. There was a brief silence on the line, filled with the distant sounds of laughter. "Hi, sweetie. Have you cooked dinner?" "Yeah. I'm done," I replied, already on the stairs heading up to my room. "Sweetie, Daddy and I won't be home right away. We got caught up with some old classmates and made dinner plans. Go ahead and din in without us. Oh, and don't forget to bring some food to Adam's apartment." I rolled my eyes at the mention of Adam and paused midway up th
✧ADAM MEADOWS✧A flurry of punches struck the mannequin's face, each impact sending a sharp burst of pain shooting up my arm. My muscles burned, sweat dripping into my eyes, blurring my vision. Despite the discomfort, I pressed on; these movements were second nature to me.The air was thick with the scent of sweat and aggression. This was my solitary refuge, where I could release the pent-up anger carefully contained in every other aspect of my life. A decade ago, I had begun Krav Maga training for self-defense, and now it served as my sanctuary.Once I had finished pummeling the mannequin, my body throbbed with exertion, sweat cascading down my face and arms. I snatched my towel to dab away the moisture and reached for a third bottle of mineral water. Work had been relentless, and this was my necessary reset."Hope Red helped you vent," Dante, the owner of the training center and my personal instructor, remarked dryly. He had nicknamed the mannequin Red; all the training dummies were
✿♡ JAZZLENE ♡✿". . . I was so frustrated that I didn't bring him dinner last night, despite mommy's advice to share whenever I cook," I concluded dramatically, taking a sip of my coffee.It's our break time, so we're at the coffee shop right next to the university, accompanied by my friends. Camille interviewed me about yesterday's events, when Adam followed one of our classmates, Janina, home to bond with us before we all go our separate ways for internships. Since we'll be interning at different places, we decided to bond as a group, representing our entire block.But even now, my skin heated with anger at the memory of Adam's overbearing attitude. Truth be told, I haven't spoken to him all day, not since last night when he brought me home.He was supposed to give me a ride to school this morning, drop me off at the university before heading to his company. But instead, I reached out to Camille early and asked if she could arrange for her driver to take me to school. I wanted to a
✧ADAM MEADOWS✧There's a bead of sweat forming on the forehead of the man sitting in front of me, despite the chilly temperature in my office. I should put him out of his misery, but instead, I continue to stare him down. "I . . . the fund . . . we we're so grateful for your continued investment," he stammers. He should be. I've got billions invested throughout the world, a far from insignificant portion of it in his firm. I looked up at him, my face serious. "I never said I'd continue investing in you," I said, my voice is firm, devoid of any kindness.One of his feet started tapping on the floor, and I could hear the sound of his shoe hitting the ground. I watched as a bead of sweat ran down his face, his breathing accelerating by the second. "A-Aren't you satisfied with the company's performance? Our share price increased by twenty percent this year."I was about to respond when my phone vibrated on the table—a text message from Jazzlene, saying, "Adam, can you pick me up? I'm no
✧ADAM MEADOWS✧JAZZLENE must not see the state of my apartment, especially with blood splattered all over the floor from the two gunshot wounds in Bueno's son's leg. He’s unconscious now, having lost a significant amount of blood.“Adam!”I heard her voice again from outside, along with her frantic banging on the door. Instead of opening it, I went to the bedroom and grabbed a clean handkerchief from the cabinet. I also retrieved a small spray bottle from the corner. I sprayed the handkerchief twice.Quietly, I stepped out of the bedroom and approached the main door. I hid behind it and reached for the handle, unlocking it so she could come in. I waited for her to open the door. As soon as she stepped inside, I moved swiftly before she could turn around. From behind, I pressed the handkerchief over her nose and mouth. She struggled at first, but within seconds, her small frame went limp, and she collapsed.I carried her to my room once she was unconscious. I didn’t want to do this to
✿♡ JAZZLENE ♡✿I couldn't resist inhaling the alluring scent—a blend of spice, warmth, and bath soap. Slowly, I opened my eyes to pinpoint its source, but furrowed my brow in confusion.Weird.Where did my room's paintings go? And when did I switch to black curtains? I've always favored yellow for its cheerful vibe. I never opt for black—wait? What's this hard thing my hand is resting on? I shifted my gaze downward to the object under my right hand as I lay flat. There was someone beside me, dressed in gray pajamas, and I was gripping his prominent member.I blinked, a wry smile crossing my lips. In my twenty-one years of existence, this was my first experience of such a dream. Was this what they called a wet dream? But it didn't seem like it because I couldn't recall anything happening in the dream—'Sh*t! Why is it hard? Why is it warm?'I tried to squeeze the thing I was holding, followed by a small groan from a man that snapped me back to reality. My eyes squinted as I glanced at
✿♡ JAZZLENE ♡✿"Add more contour to her chest," Leigh ordered Violet.They're here at my house now. They're the only ones available because Camille has taping again. They volunteered to help me get ready for my plan to seduce Adam."Is this okay?" Violet asked as she stepped back twice and scrutinized my chest while still holding the brush and my contour palette. She's in charge of my makeup, which she says should be a 'no makeup' look so it won't be obvious that I got dolled up. But she went all out on the contouring of my chest to make my breasts look bigger.Leigh nodded as she also examined my chest, standing beside Violet. "Yes. That looks good," she commented.I'm wearing a red nightdress now. Leigh chose the color because she said it's seductive. It's short, only reaching halfway down my thighs. And of course, to make the plan more effective, I decided to wax my legs earlier to make them look flawless.They used a curler on my hair, giving it soft waves that bounce slightly whe