Jessica's POV
I felt the anger radiate through my entire body, visibly shaking and rocking with a vexation I didn’t know I could possess.
“I give you two weeks to bag this deal, or you’re fired.” the words echoed in my head repeatedly in his voice as I stormed out of the office and a collapsed on a bench, my heart still pounding behind my chest. Parrish had changed so much, his voice, his aura, his body – he was so different than the Parrish I remembered and it picked at my curiosity.
“Look at you, burning for me.”
“How badly do you want me?”
“Oh Jessica!”
I closed my eyes as images of the dream still flashed across my mind, unwilling to go away but a constant reminder of an unquenched desire that still fluttered in my belly - a desire that had been festering for years since I moved away to California, a desire that I knew Parrish was the only one who could sate.
Oh – I was in deep trouble, I thought as I felt the conflictions rise within me. How was I supposed to focus with Parrish within the same radius as me – breathing while I fought the memories we both shared. I ran my hands through my chestnut hair in frustration and perceiving a slight whiff of my coconut flavored shampoo, and if I concentrated hard enough I could smell Parrish cologne lingering in the air and hovering around me like an incessant fly.
Suddenly, I felt my phone buzz in my jacket pocket and when I took it out it was Sophie Ross calling. I sighed in relief as I saw her name sprawled on my phone and immediately taking my phone to my ears.
“Oh Sophie.” I breathed into the phone
“That doesn’t sound like the voice of someone who just bagged an automobile deal.” I heard her raspy voice and I nearly broke down in tears. Sophie was my roommate and best friend in college and we had been inseparable since the first day I walked into the dorm and I had seen her in a tongue lock with a boy in our dorm room.
“Because this someone didn’t bag the automobile deal, I fucked it up Sophie.”
“Oh honey,” she cooed, “What happened?”
“He showed up Sophie, he’s my boss.” I started out cryptic and I could already picture out the confusion on her face as she tried to figure what I was on about.
“Who – ”
“Parrish Holmes.”
There was a pause on her end before she spoke, “By Parrish, you mean Parrish from college and your ex boyfriend that broke your heart and you had to move across the country to forget about him and now he’s your boss at the new company you work for – ”
“Who is now a billionaire and is now moving to California to stay.” I completed for her with a constant nod to my head and now admitting to myself how crazy the situation was.
“Girl – do you perhaps still have feelings for him?” she asked me suddenly and I paused unsure on how to answer. I contemplated telling her about my dream about Parrish but I thought against it since Sophie was a therapist and she had a knack for psychoanalyzing every situation that I was in since college and it wasn’t a habit she was ready to let go of yet.
“I don’t, I mean I’m with Nathan now and I’m happy with him.” I said instead and I stood up abruptly from the bench and began to pace the area.
“So what are you going to do now?” she asked me
“I’m going to religiously avoid him,” I said without hesitation, “Judging from the fact that he threatened to fire me if I don’t get the deal in two weeks, I’m going to bag that deal and steer clear of him and focus on my relationship with Nathan”
“That’s what I’m talking about girl.” Sophie said and I was about to respond when I looked through the wide windows at the company’s lounge and over at the vast parking lot when I saw Parrish getting into his car and in that swift moment, he turned unconsciously in my direction and we locked eyes.
My heart stopped instantly as our eyes locked. It was as if time had stood still and I was back in college being mesmerized by his stare once again. Parrish’s gaze was piercing, his eyes burning with an intensity that made my skin prickle. I felt the flutter in my chest, a mix of emotions that I couldn’t untangle. Anger, hurt and still that spark of attraction and desire that I had indeed planned to ignore.
I tried to look away, but I couldn’t tear my eyes off him not with the way his eyes drilled into mine. I felt trapped, looking for a means to escape but none was forthcoming. I was reliving it all – the love we shared as well as the unbearable pain he caused.
“Jessica? Are you there?” I heard Sophie's voice from the receiver and I pulled my eyes from Parrish but before I could respond, I saw Nathan’s car driving into the parking lot and parking just beside Parrish’s car, I watched him get down from his car with a bouquet of red roses in his hands.
“Oh shit!” I muttered to myself and I ran out to the parking lot, I wasn’t exactly sure if I was relieved to see Nathan but before I could figure out my emotions, Nathan had pulled me in for a kiss, grabbing me by my waist and pressing my body to his while Parrish watched us.
I saw the look on Parrish's face – it was murderous.
Was he – was he jealous?
The first thing I noticed when I woke was the glaring white of the ceiling tiles above me. My head was pounding, a dull throb that matched the steady beeping of the heart monitor beside me. My left arm felt like it was on fire, the sharp ache traveling all the way up to my shoulder with every shallow breath I took. I turned my head slowly, grimacing at the tug of the IV taped to my hand, and tried to sit up.“Jessica!”The voice startled me. Before I could move any further, someone was by my side, their hands hovering as if afraid to touch me. Blinking against the bright overhead lights, I finally focused on the face leaning over me.Parrish.His dark hair was disheveled, as though he’d run his hands through it a dozen times in frustration. His sharp features looked haggard, the stubble on his jaw more pronounced than usual. His eyes—those piercing, intense eyes—were clouded with an emotion I couldn’t immediately place. Worry? Guilt?I stiffened, the tension in my body making my arm th
PARRISH’S POV“Here’s spider” I called in a dramatic tone and entering the scene right on time from where I had watched it all unfold. My chest still tightened and a surge of anger rush through my veins when I saw Jessica’s hands saely tucked in that guys hold. I didn’t really know who he was but apparently he owned the restaurant Jessica worked in, how convenient was it? Even when I had walked in to the ceremony and seen him pull her protectively to his side, his suddenly meeting mine and smirking at the obvious annoyance that struck across my face. I could smack him, fly to him with my fist itching to push his proud jaw but I managed to hold myself back. I knew why I was here and it wasn’t for a bloody fundraiser, I wasn’t even invited but this was the only chance I had to save her – the love of my life from what Mr. Venza and my father were planning.How did I find out? It was an easy sunny day and I had decided it was a good day to finally accept my father’s invitation to the gold
The bell tower chimed, cold breeze blew and my exposed skin swelled with goosebumps. I tried to find any point of escape but from the looks of it there was no way I was going to outrun any of these hard looking men without either getting gunned down, or getting grabbed immediately because I wasn’t covering any reasonable distance in these heels. Why did I choose to wear these length on a day that I knew that my life was most likely going to be in danger. I knew it, I called it, I senses it but still I was the most unprepared for it. But another note, what could I have done to prevent it?‘Maybe stay at home’ a tiny voice sliced through my ears and I rolled my eyes at my own thoughts. What if whoever it was came to find me at home and I was home alone with no one to protect me, no one but my fragile self who couldn’t even kill a roach.“What’s going on?” I manage to croak out to Matteo who even seemed as confused as myself, but he pushed me conveniently behind me and he stood tall to f
The second rose weighed heavily on my mind while I sat numbly in the cab home. As soon as I stepped inside my apartment, I placed it next to the bouquet from the previous morning. The fresh bloom stood out starkly against the older flowers, both beautiful and unsettling. Why did I bring it home with me? I wasn’t sure but somehow it felt like a puzzle itching to be solved, it felt like someone was baiting me, setting an obvious trap and hoping that I was stupid enough to fall.I sat at my kitchen table with both notes laid out in front of me. The first note, with its chilling message—"Don't think I've forgotten about you, Miss Jessica Peters"—and the second, more elegant but equally cryptic—"See you at the fundraiser."The handwriting on the first note was more refined, with graceful loops and flourishes, while the second note was plain, almost hurried. Despite their differences, both notes carried a similar weight, a sense of being watched, of someone out there knowing more about my l
Don’t think I’ve forgotten about you Miss Jessica Peters.The words seemed to echo in the silent room as I read the words over and over again in my head, trying to fix the invisible dots together. Who could have sent this? I turned the card over a few times and when no clue was forthcoming to my brain, I took the bouquet inside and I dropped it on the counter in the kitchen.The next day, I got ready for work, slipping on a pencil gown and tying my hair up in the sleekest ponytail my hands could do, a little red lipstick and a dab of sultry perfume adorning my neck and wrist. Walking into the restaurant that morning, it was still quiet and devoid of patrons giving us time to put everything together and prepare for the day. The familiar scent of rich sauces and freshly baked bread reached my nostrils as I made my way to the kitchen.But as I moved through the kitchen, I felt the tension immediately. There was Matteo, at the counter, reviewing a file and I paused. What was he doing here
JESSICA’S POVThe cold night’s air felt like a splash of cold water on my face, the street light cast long shadows on the pavement where we stood and it created a cinematic glow that only heightened the gravity of the vengeful kiss I shared with Matteo.I reached up, my fingers trembling slightly as I touched Matteo’s face, drawing him closer to me. His lips were soft and surprisingly gentle when they met mine. At first, it was slow – tender and a careful dance of sweetness that contrasted sharply with the whirlwind of conflicting emotions that I was feeling at the moment. But the tenderness didn’t last – the kiss deepened. Matteo’s hands sliding around my waist, pulling me dangerously close. The sweetness gave way to growing hunger, a wild intensity that made my heart race and my breath catch in my throat, although the fire that burned inside of him probably stemming from lust and desire, but mine burned from a place of anger and revenge.His kiss was no longer gentle; it was fervent