Red Riding Jack

I never slept until the next day after a one-night stand. I hated the awkwardness that follows waking up next to someone you probably would never see again, and worst of all, when they try to cuddle with you. Yeah, annoying as heck. I wasn't saying I woke up with someone cuddling with me—thank goodness for that. But I did wake up in someone's bed. Alone. My eyes focused on what was above me: a freaking glass hung on the ceiling. I blinked a few times as I kept looking at my naked body. My hair was also all over the place—not in an attractive way. My neck, hips, and thighs were covered with hickeys, and I sighed before tearing my gaze away from my reflection. Getting up and gathering my red gown and belongings from the floor, I quickly put on the dress and ran my hands through my tangled hair. I cast a quick glance to the door on my left, and I guessed it's the bathroom. I quickly got into the bathroom and splashed some water on my face. "You're so freaking dumb, Amanda,ugh" I sai

It was another Monday, and I was standing behind the counter, scrolling through my phone when the bell on the door rang, alerting me that a customer had entered. When I looked up, my eyes widened as I saw Jack walk in through the door. He took off his sunglasses and glared at me with those grey eyes. "We need to talk," he said. I chuckled nervously and patted down my apron. "I'm working." He raised a brow and looked around the room filled with empty chairs. "I doubt that," he mumbled and turned his head back to me. I crossed my arms over my chest and frowned at him. "I'll also have a cup of coffee with no sugar," he said and walked to one of the vacant chairs and sat down, his eyes still on mine. I sighed and placed my hands on my waist. Damn, here I was thinking I would never see him again. I prepared his coffee, placed it on the table, and sat in front of him. "How did you find me?" "Your friend from the club," he answered and took a sip from his coffee. "Fucking Joe," I mu

As Jack's mother led me through their mansion, I couldn't help but feel a mix of awe and discomfort. The sprawling rooms were filled with opulent furnishings and expensive art, yet there was a sense of emptiness that lingered. I turned to Jack and wondered what it was like to grow up in such luxury and still have a mother who loved him."Wow, this place is amazing, Mrs. Hawke," I said, genuinely impressed."Oh, please. Call me Charlotte," she waved her hand, and a small smile formed on my lips."And yes, it's quite something, isn't it?" Charlotte replied with a small smile. "Jack's grandfather built it back in the 1920s.""I can't imagine what it must be like to live here," I whispered to myself, but Jack turned his head towards me. He was about to say something when a man in a gray suit walked down the stairs."Jack!" he yelled with a laugh, and Jack clenched his hands and glared at him."Liam," he gritted out. I couldn't help but stare in awe at how similar Liam and Jack looked."Br

I couldn't help but feel relieved as James walked away from the balcony, leaving me alone with Jack. The tension that had been building between James and me had finally dissipated, at least for the moment. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart, and turned to face Jack, who was now standing next to me with a concerned expression."What happened?" Jack asked, his voice laced with worry. His eyes darted between James and me, trying to make sense of the situation.I let out a frustrated sigh, my voice tinged with annoyance. "What's his problem?" I muttered, my gaze fixed on the spot where James had disappeared.Jack furrowed his brow, clearly confused as he walked up to me. "Did he do something to you?" he asked, his tone protective. In his hand, the bottle of wine he had brought for the evening was forgotten as he placed it on a table.I shook my head, a mixture of frustration and confusion swirling inside me as I looked at Jack. "No, it's not like that. It's just..." I sh

The ride back to the house was uncomfortably silent, and the only sound that could be heard was the cars honking and the tip of his fingers tapping the steering wheel.We soon arrived at the estate, and the gate was opened. My tensed body slowly relaxed as he parked the car.I watched him get out of the car, and he wasted no time in opening the door to the mansion without glancing back.What did I do?That was the only thing I had in mind since I entered the elevator with him. I sighed, got out of the car, and slammed the door behind me while I rushed after him. The mansion was silent, and I assumed that there was no one home. I quickly walked up the stairs and opened the door.The room was empty, but I could hear the shower running, and I sighed, running my hand through my hair and closing the door behind me. I put my hair up in a bun and sat on the bed.I picked up my phone that was on the nightstand and saw two missed calls from Charlie."Shit," I cursed myself for not taking my ph