—JENNIFER—
I turned to look at her. Although I had unintentionally shielded her, there were some stains on her jeans too. But it was nothing compared to my situation.I again looked horrified at my favourite shirt. My favourite shirt!! AndMy books!!" No he didn't!! " I mumbled to myself horrifically then looked again at the car and shouted so loudly that all the people around turned their attention towards us." Watch where you are going. You Fool!! See what you have done." Anger washed all over me, clouding my senses as I looked again and again at myself and my books. I was breathing so heavily that even my body was shaking with anger."Leave it Jenni. This looks like some rich hot-shot. " Cally muttered under her breath,behind me but I was so engrossed in thinking of some more insults for this new found enemy of mine and ignored her totally.I'm going to strangle this man!!The car came reverse and stopped in front of me before the door was opened so harshly that made me even angrier.A black boot struck out first that was screaming rich, followed by another and then a tall figure that stood towering me. I came face to face with his broad chest and had to crane my neck to look at his face and…HOLY SHITMy jaws dropped as I came face to face with the finest male specimen in this whole time of my existence on this earth.Are you sure we are angry at the guy?My subconscious asked and I found myself stuttering to answer it, even inside my mind.Clad in a simple black t-shirt and blue jeans, he could give all those runway models a run for their money. His black hair was ruffled into a messy state making him look even more handsome."Holy Mother-fucking-shit!! Are you fucking shitting me?? " Cally screeched beside me.Of course, I wasn't the only one aware of his looks.As soon as my eyes met with those angry dark black pools, My anger jumped into the rainwater beside us and I felt like a little kitten who was caught in a tiger's claws.Did I get myself into trouble once again??Certainly!!My sane brain cells were begging me to just turn back and run with my tail between my legs, away from this man who was spitting fire, even from his eyes but how would my day be counted as complete without any disaster. So I did the exact opposite.Forcing myself to remember my favourite shirt and books, I collected my jaws from the road and inhaled deeply to regain my anger and glared at him." If you don't know how to drive then why the hell do you even come out of your damn house"?? I yelled at him.Like, I literally yelled at the man who is more than a foot taller than me and looking at his appearance, he can turn me into ashes in one damn swoof."What did you just say?? " He gritted through his teeth and his angry voice rang danger alarms in my ear. But me being the dumbass that I am, I focused on the other thing.HE HAS A DEEP, BARITONE AND IMMENSELY ATTRACTIVE VOICE. Which stripped me of my anger and made me focus my attention on his appearance once again.Slow claps for Jennifer-idiot-Wingsley."Care to repeat what you just said?? " His voice sounded from far away as I was once again so engrossed staring at his handsome face with strong jawlines, chiselled cheekbones, full lips, and deep-set eyes that made me go back into books and think about those fictional heroes.Do these kinds of people actually exist??I mean, look at him, those muscular arms, broad shoulders, taller than six feet and face that is more handsome than a model on the cover of some magazine.He literally looks like some fictional men came to life." I asked you a damn question." His rude impatient voice rang in my ears that made me return to the situation and I cleared my throat before averting my eyes from his black orbs which sent chills down my spine." Are your auditory organs as bad as your driving skills?? " And just like my usual self, I chose to piss him even more instead of taking my cue to run after his angry words, making him clench his jaws."Well, It wouldn't have happened if you didn't have buttons for eyes and have looked where the fuck you are walking. " He said bitterly, making me grit my teeth." Blaming back on me?? What else could be even expected from an arrogant jerk like you. " I spat in a disgusted tone.And if you think he was angry then he was furious now." Do you even know who the fuck are you talking with?? " His other question was hot, but I controlled my reader's personality before I started swooning over him and gasped dramatically instead."Oh, you don't know who you are?? Memory loss?? I feel so bad. At Least you must know where you live?? Any sign of your house. Listen I ca-I started mocking him in the possible sympathetic tone but was cut off soon with his angry grunt. " Shut the fuck up." I flinched but didn't let myself show him that I was being afraid." You have no idea, in how many ways I can destroy you." He spat further and I couldn't control my scoff.There you Go!!"I was just waiting for this one. The famous Tagline of all the Rich Spoilt Brats. " I scoffed bitterly."But I belong to the kind that believes to get done what is said. Do you wa-" A-Are y-you, by any chance, Christian Brown?? " Cally, who I assumed to have passed out because of the looks of this man, Finally spoke up and I looked at her in confusionWho the hell is Christian Brown now??.JENNIFER The next few days were spent with everyone celebrating my memory regaining and for our soon to be born child. Mom and Dad disclosed the whole truth about Catherine and I was just happy that they at least told me whatever it was. I was upset for being lied to but never angry. It eases their tension and we are back to normal. I looked at the clock and then towards the main door. With a sigh filled with disappointment, I had just turned back when the click of the door opening had me turning back again only to see my husband dearest entering with a bag in his hand. “You’re home.” I exclaimed, with a relieved smile while mentally thanking God. At first glance, he looked the same as when he’d left— black shirt, black pants, hauntingly beautiful face—but a closer look revealed the quiet storm brewing in his eyes. “You asked me to come home.” He watched, body still but gaze burning like an open flame, as I closed the distance between us. “So here I am.” His rough velvet
JENNIFER When I opened my eyes, my head felt heavy. It was hurting like someone had crushed it under a car wheel. With a wince of pain, I opened my eyes and the first thing I landed my eyes on was a pair of black eyes. Two moments of unblinking stare into those worry filled eyes before I took a sigh of relief. “ Christian!” I called out his name in my weak and hazy voice and saw him practically relaxing. As if a burden was taken away from her chest. “ Princess! You are awake.” His voice was filled with relief. “ What do you think?” I joked at his obvious question. A small sigh left his lips before a soft smile appeared as he bent down to kiss my forehead. “ You scared the shit out of me.” He murmured, straightening back. “ What? I don't remember anything?” I asked and he froze in his place. “ You don't remember anything?” He asked, repeating my words and emphasised on the last word. Now it was my turn to freeze in my place. I paused and all the events of the past
CHRISTIAN “Hello, Raphael.” I examined Jennifer’s stalker, who was strung up with heavy cuffs locking his arms and legs into a vertical spread- eagle position. Nails pinned his palms to the wall behind them, while black and blue bruises mottled his body like an obscene piece of abstract art. We were in the warehouse I’d bought for this specific purpose. Remote, soundproofed, and guarded enough that an ant couldn’t crawl across the floor without me knowing. Not all of my guys were okay with dirty work, which was fine. I only needed a few who were, and they’d done their job prepping the bastard for me. I couldn’t have him waiting too comfortably while I tended to Jennifer. My gaze flicked to the floor. A small pool of blood stained the smooth grey concrete. That was also fine. It will grow soon enough. Raphael’s face was so beaten up it was unrecognisable, but the heat of his glare made me smile. He had a bit of fight left in him. Good. That would make our session so much m
JENNIFER I slept in until almost noon the next day. It was the latest I’d ever woken up, but the previous day’s events had taken their toll. Even after a solid sixteen hours of rest, fogginess clouded my brain as I walked to the kitchen. Being drugged and kidnapped. Finding out my husband dearest has a brother about which I still have to ask him, Nearly dying, then getting rescued by Christian, and sort of/kind of making up with him. I’d had time to process, so it was easier to wrap my head around what happened, but yesterday was so surreal I still felt like I was walking on the edge of a dream. It was Monday, so I’d expected Christian to be at work. But when I entered the sun-splashed kitchen, I found him standing by the espresso machine, dressed in a black shirt and pants instead of his usual suit. I blinked with surprise. “You’re here.” I asked and he turned back swiftly as if pulled back harshly from another world. I guess I disturbed his thoughts. “It is my house,” he s
CHRISTIAN She’s here. She’s safe. I repeated the words in my head as I held Jennifer tight. Tiny shivers rippled through her body, and even though she was almost as tall as me, she felt fragile. Breakable. Fierce protectiveness burned in my chest. “It’s all right, princess,” I murmured. “You’re okay. You’re safe.” She buried her face deeper in my neck, her soft sobs twisting my heart like a wrung-out rag. Her hold on me felt like I was the only trustable and safe place for her. It felt like the old times, before her accident. It felt like I was holding her again for the first time in years, but this wasn’t how I’d wanted it to be. Not with her bruised, hurt, and terrified. Something struck my mind and my one hand automatically moved towards her belly. I felt my heart clenching in my chest at the thought of any possible harm to our child. The relief I’d felt at seeing her alive gave way to renewed rage. My cold gaze found Rapheal over Jennifer’s shoulder. He should pray t
Jennifer Lights washed across my vision at the force of the impact, but I didn’t have time to waste. I slammed my wrists down as hard as I could behind me until the frayed rope snapped against the protrusion. Luckily, Raphael hadn’t tied my legs, and I stumbled to the door. I almost made it before strong hands yanked me back. I hit the floor with a thud. Raphael pinned me to the ground and manacled my wrists above my head. “Let go of me!” I struggled against his hold. “You’re mine,” he said calmly, like we were at a picnic in the park and he wasn’t holding me hostage. “It’ll be so much easier if you give in, Jennifer. I don’t want to hurt you.” I couldn’t keep struggling forever. My energy was already fading, my muscles sore and my thoughts jumbled with panic. I turned my head a fraction to the right, and my breath hitched when I saw my purse lying a few feet away. My taser. I always kept it on me because since Christian forced me to do it. If I could only reach it… Raphae
JENNIFER A prickle of sensation dragged me from the dark, murky wells of unconsciousness. It started as a tingle in my fingers and toes. Then it was the hard press of wood beneath my thighs. Finally, it was the rough abrasion of ropes around my wrists and a pounding pain behind my eyes. I didn’t know what was going on. All I knew was, it hurt, and my throat was dry, and my head throbbed like someone had shoved a jackhammer or ten in there. Concrete anchors dragged down my lids. The darkness wasn’t soft and gentle like the gradual drift to sleep. It was endless and menacing, like the weight of the earth after being buried alive. I forced my lungs to expand past my rising panic. Breathe. Think. What happened? I struggled to sort through the day’s events. I remembered meeting my friends at the cafe. Morris running to the restroom. Nausea, dizziness, stumbling out for air…and the cold press of a gun against my ribcage. A voice, then blackness. Oh God. I’d been kidnapped. Th
JENNIFER A sharp stab of concern pulled my brows together. “Do you need to sit down? You don’t look so good.” Actually, I didn’t feel great either. My usual lethargy intensified and tugged at my limbs and eyelids. Morris’ face swam before me until I blinked the blurriness away. “Yes, I”—he gripped the edge of the table. “I”— his face turned ghostly white before flushing the crimson. “Stay here. I’ll be right back.” He bolted toward the bathroom. The door slammed shut. A second later, I heard the faint but unmistakable sound of vomiting. My own stomach twisted at the noise. I hoped we hadn’t gotten food poisoning, but something was clearly wrong. My vision blurred again. This time, blinking didn’t help. I stood, hoping the change in altitude would clear my head, but an instant wave of dizziness forced me back into my seat. What is going on? I’d only had tea and a pastry. Could you even get food poisoning from tea and pastries? Black dots danced in front of my eyes, and panic
—JENNIFER— As soon as our mouths collided, I felt colours bursting behind my eyelids, making them shut up automatically. Christian went frozen at my unexpected stunt and couldn't even move for a long moment. For myself, I was in shock about how the mouth of this cold man could be so warm and soft. I didn't give it any thought so I was as stunned as him at my own action and couldn't even move out of shock until I felt his hands coming up to grab my waist and he pulled me into himself. My body felt burns and chills at the same time where his fingers were digging into my skin in a firm but not painful hold. Suddenly I was too conscious about the things that his touch was making me feel. The pause we both took out of shock had me thinking for a moment that he would pull back but instead, he tilted his mouth and deepened the kiss with a sudden force that I almost lost my step. A gasp of shock couldn't find a place to escape me because of the way his mouth was perfectly occupying m