Jessica stared at his hand. She was confused about what to do. Seeing that he had called Xavier by name that must mean he was close to him. She did not want another unsuspecting and innocent man to feel inferior and embarrassed because Xavier decided to do so. "Aren't you going to accept my handshake?" Jason said with a smile. He wasn't pissed that she was not taking his hand. Wasn't it normal for a girl to feel uncomfortable shaking the hand of a man she just met for the first time? Jessica slid her hand into his only halfway and removed it within a split second. A laugh escaped Jason's lips. "Hasn't your husband told you about me?" Jason asked. "Why would I need to talk to her about you?" Xavier asked his eyebrow going up. "Because I am your best of friends and business partner. I have helped you make a lot of money here in Chiachester and also in Crescent Bay""You aren't my best friend. I don't have friends" Xavier said squaring his jaw. "Oh you hurt me deeply," Jason said

Jessica was thrilled to be meeting with Chef Liston. She has always dreamt of meeting those high-end chefs and clients and some how she might not have ever met them if she had not come the way of Xavier. "I am a huge fan," Jessica told Liston. "I did not recognize you because of what you've done with your hair," she told him. "Oh well I like to experiment with it" he answered with a smug expression. He loved the attention that he was getting today and more importantly, it was from a beautiful woman like her. "I am a chef too. I will be opening my restaurant soon and I will be sure to send you an invite" Jessica tells him excitedly. He was a celebrity chef and if he happened to endorse her everyone would want to flock there. Maybe this was the greatest publicity she needed. "Oh wow, a food artist? You don't look like one instead you look like a fashion icon" Liston commented. "Oh well I think you are taking it too far" "If you would be sending me an invite I guess we need to ex

Xavier stood up reluctantly and walked slowly to the table. To be honest he knew Jessica was angry at him and that was part of the reason he stayed away all night. He did not want to worsen the situation. Also, how was he supposed to handle a drunk person? He had never had to do something as such before. He had been drunk and he was taken care of by the bartender and the drivers. What should he do? He sat in the chair beside Jessica and held her hand that was pointing to the table. She looked up angrily at the hand that held her finger. The expression on her face softened when she saw that it was him. "You," she said with a hiccup. "You are my husband" she added with a toothy grin. "Yes, I am" Xavier whispered."Come closer," she told him. He moved in closer to her and she beckoned on him to come closer with her hands. She cupped her mouth with her hands and put it close to his ears. Her breath on his neck and ears sent shivers down his spine. He wanted to pull away but strangel

Jessica sat up straight and felt her head pounding. How did she get there? Last she remembered she was downing a cup of a very expensive red wine that she did not bother to learn the name.She looked around the room and realized that she was back in the same room that she swore never to come back to. She looked down and saw that she was alone.As she tried to stand up she felt a sharp pain course through her whole head. Why did she drink so much when she was unsure if she could handle it? She had always been a conservative girl so she did not know what her tolerance level was like. She hated the pain she felt in her head and body. "Oh shit" she murmured as her hand went to her head. Her eyes darted to the clock on the wall and it read past 10. How long did she sleep for her to be waking up way past the time for breakfast? If she would be making anything she would only be able to meet up for lunch. Although she woke up very late she still wanted to lay back down and have a bit more

"Ahhhh" Burke heard a scream from the kitchen. He hurried out of the room to the kitchen where Emma was seated on the small dining table in the kitchen. Her phone was on the table and her hair was all over the place with tears in her eyes. "What is it?" Burke asked worried as he walked in haste to her. "What is it?" he asked again which led to began a full-on sobbing. She did not respond but cried as if her life depended on it. "Why are you crying?" he asked again holding her close to him. His eyes shifted to the phone on the table and saw a picture of Jessica and her husband smiling for the camera. "How is it that I settled for you?" she asked in between sobs. "How is it that I lost Jessica?" he asked in a murmur. "What?" Emma asked when she caught a whiff of what she said. "How is it that I lost Jessica to a jerk like him?" he repeated. She was the one who assured him that Jessica would always be there for him. She assured him that she would forgive him even if he did not