~JESSICA~
I struggled to open my eyes because of the little dim light that was foreign to my eyes. My room's curtain was black because I hated sun rays, so this was definitely not my room.
“Stand by the window; she hates light!” I heard Clinton's voice, and I shot my eyes open. “Thank God you're awake, I was getting worried.” He ran to my side and took my hands into his. I looked at him, confused, before my eyes roamed to take in my surroundings.
It was a small room, everything was white, and by the ceiling, I easily figured we were on a yacht. I sat up and looked at him, confused.
~JESSICA~~LONDON~~A WEEK LATER~“Come on, Clinton, she told me he is a friend,” I argued and took a sip of my glass of water as I watched my husband chop vegetables.“I don't care, she can't be friends with boys.” “Kiara is smart, I don't think anyone can play her.” I placed the glass on the counter and leaned on the counter.“Play her, okay, that's it, she's coming back, they will be going to school from the house,” he said, sounding serious.“And you think that will stop her? She will still be going to school.”“At least I will monitor her every move.” He was worried about Kiara's new friend, they came over yesterday for dinner, and because he was a boy, he thought it was dangerous, as he didn't want anyone to play her heart. I trusted Kiara, she was smart, and I knew no one could play her.“I won't let you do that.”“Love, you don't understand boys, they like to experiment and do funny things, I don't want that to happen to my daughters.”“Says a man with three sons.” I rolled m
~JESSICA~“Clinton, how are you? H-how is Kiara?“She's fine, why did you call?” Clinton harshly asked.“I'm glad, and Jessica, how is she?”“She's fine too. Do you have anything to actually say because I'm busy?”“Yes, I want to apologize for everything. I know what I did is unforgivable, especially stealing Sophie from Layla and using her against you. I shouldn't have done that.”"Yes, you shouldn't have.”“I caused another woman pain, I didn't want to accept that what we had or what I thought we had was over, and Jessica,” her voice cracked. I grabbed the phone from Clinton.“Hi Sophia, it's okay, we…” I paused and looked at Clinton, who didn't look happy. “We forgive you and Kiara, she might not forgive you now, but she will, she just needs time.”“Thank you, Jessica, you are such a good person.”“You are good too, you saved Clinton,” I told her, and after bidding goodbye, she ended the call, and we walked toward the entrance.“Why are you such a good person after what Sophia did
~JESSICA~He didn't say anything, he instead sped up and I said, “Clinton, I'm just joking.”“No, you're not, now I understand why you acted like you couldn't see me when those girls talked to me,” he said, and I looked out the window.Since Clinton drove at a fast speed, it only took a few minutes to reach the house. I got out first, and Clinton followed behind.“What did I even do that you played such a trick on me?”“Nothing, you didn't do anything
~JESSICA~I looked around and saw that the whole family was there even Jade who was holding his baby.“Jessica, come here,” Mrs. Smith said, taking me in her arms. I was confused. The last time we were together, she was not pleased with me, she blamed me for Clinton’s conditoin—when Accardo shot him, she even threatened to force him to divorce me if it weren't for the kids. “I hope all is well?” she asked as we pulled away. I only nodded, as I was sure my breath was still full of alcohol. I didn't want to give her a reason to judge me.“Clinton, my boy,” Mr. Smith said, taking Clinton in his arms. When I pulled away from Mrs. Smith's arms, I walked to Mr. Smith, who also took me into his arms. I didn't stay for long in Mr. Smith's arms. "Oh, my baby, look at you,” Mrs. Smith said, walking to Jade. The baby was crying, so she took him from his arms.I turned to Grace, who was chatting with Layla, her daughter-in-law. “Good evening, Grace,” I said, and they both stood to their feet, Gr
I gently squeezed her hands and asked, “What did she say?”“Nothing, she only apologized and told me she's going to seek help,” she said. Even though she tried to hide her pain, I could still tell she was hurting for her—Sophia was her mother after all."Okay, that's good. What did you tell her?”“Nothing, I ended the call in her ear.”“Kiki…”"No, Mom, Sophia is an evil person, she doesn't deserve anyone's forgiveness.”“True, what Sophia did was bad.”“Not bad, separating a mother and child is unforgivable, talk of the pain Layla went through, no, I can't forgive her.”“I understand, I'm not saying what she did was right, no, Sophia caused not only Layla but all of us pain. What I'm saying is that everyone deserves a second chance, especially if they are willing to accept and work on their mistake,” I explained, and she nodded. “You might not be ready by now, but I'm sure one day you will.”“But…”“She will always be the woman who gave birth to you, you will forgive her someday,” I
STATES, 2014 ~JESSICA~ “What?” I asked, shocked, and she shone the diamond ring on my face. “You need to clear your vision to see the ring,” she said, sounding kind. My eyes were blurry due to tears, so I wiped away my tears, and that’s when I realized she wasn’t lying to me. I knew the ring well because it was the same ring I wore just a week ago. “How long have you been married?” I finally gathered the courage to ask, although it sounded broken. “Just five days; do you need anything else? As you can see, we are still on our honeymoon.” She said, not carrying off what I had just told her. I scanned her and realized that she was wearing his shirt, the same shirt I’d worn here at his apartment. “Can I talk to him? Please,” I pleaded. “No, he’s busy. I already told you he was my husband and showed you my wedding ring. What more do you want?” She asked; it was not her fault; she was just played as me. “Do you know that is the same ring I wore a week ago when we got engaged?” I
~JESSICA~ My eyelids felt heavy as I struggled to open my eyes. Damn mornings and the sun rays weren’t making it even better for me—I was not an early bird. I was in a prone position, my stomach flat on the mattress, as my hands were trying to get a hold of the end of the mattress, but was I kidding? This mattress seemed bigger than my own. I shot my eyes open at the realization that this was not my room. That's when the last night's memories settled in. I came to this man's penthouse. I quickly rushed to the glass window and was shocked to see that I was at the top of the building. "Fuck, how did I get here? Jessie think.” I started head-slapping myself out of frustration as I tried to remember. “I don't remember anything.” I panicked and spotted papers on the table. ‘I do.’ That was my voice; it was the only thing that came to mind. I nearly choked as I read what the document said. I was married to Mr. Clinton; the document even had my signature, proving it was authentic. “
~JESSICA~ Clinton said before he jumped on the men and landed another punch to the man's face. “Clinton stop! Please!” I panicked, and then the security men ran and separated them. Jack was not even defending himself; he just kept cursing. “Fuck, bro. What the fuck? Shit,” he cleaned his blood. “What is going on here? Jessie to my office now!” My boss ordered. I was surely going to lose my job now, as Jack was his biggest client. “No, my wife is coming home with me,” Clinton said and held my wrist tight, I felt pain. "Well, if I’m not spending time with her, then I would like a refund,” Jack said. From his voice, you could tell he was angry. "No, no, no, Jessie is not the only companion we have; we have a lot; you can even choose to have five at the same time.” My boss begged, knowing him, I knew he would never give a refund, especially because the money was a lot. “I’m not interested in any other girl; as I told you, she is the reason I came here; it’s either she stays with m