I woke up in the morning, tightly wrapped in Jason’s arm. He was spooning me from behind, breathing deeply into the back of my hair. His heavy arm was draped over me, pining my arm to his chest, he was holding my hand tightly, our fingers interlaced. I gasped and looked at the clock; it was nine o’clock. "Jason, wake up," I mumbled "Just a few more minutes. I’m tired." He muttered sleepily, pulling me tighter to his chest."No, it’s already nine o’clock and we haven’t packed our clothes," I said pulling out of his grip"Jason wakes up, it’s almost time to leave and we haven’t packed yet." I softly tap his chest. He turned to the other side "We don’t have to leave so early." This is the same man that specifically told me that we are leaving at ten o’clock sharp, not a minute late. I rolled my eyes and got off the bed, adjusting my skirt and then walking toward the table to grab my phone. As I did, I came across five messages from Barbara. I tapped on the messages and just as I though

I was tangled in the sheets and blankets, laying on my stomach with a pillow covering my head. I lifted myself my elbow slightly, the pillow tumbled over. My eyes were squinted as the sun shine through the curtains making me groan and lay my head back on the mattress. I slowly turned over to my back, my arm reaching over to rest over my head. I groaned every time I heard the sound of birds chirping on the window. I squeezed my eyes closed trying to go back to sleep but couldn’t, one thing about me is that once I’m up then there is a slight chance of me going back to bed. I rolled out of my bed and stretched my way to the chest of the mirror, glimpsing at my reflection, I’ve got two words; hot and sexy. Even with the messy bun, I looked great. I grabbed my towel and dashed into the bathroom. Turning on the shower and then going to brush my teeth. Last night was great, after having that amazing meal Jessica made even though the chicken wasn’t tender, I enjoyed it the rest of the dishes.

Am I the only one that thinks reading a novel is like watching a movie but in your head? I love how writers describe things and make them so realistic. I sat on the couch with my my back resting again on the backrest of it, my knees made a right angle, feet flat on the floor, and legs uncrossed. I held the book with my right hand and the left is a black coffee I asked Margarita; the maid to make for me earlier, coffee goes with everything, books especially. The book wasn’t too close to my face neither it was too far, just leveled to avoid any headache. I always have headache when I zoom my eyes in full concentration. As I flipped to the next page, I took a sip of coffee and continued reading, almost reaching the end of the page, I heard footsteps coming from the hallway, I gaze at the door and then back to the book. My expression changed after I read a paragraph. The number one thing I love about mystery novels is that they always come with unexpected twists. I was about to flip to th

JASON POV As I stepped into the house, I met Jessica seated on the couch."Hey Jason, is Roger back with you?" She asked "Yeah he should be, he’s probably on his way, he left some minutes after I did." "Okay." She muttered turning back to continue what she was reading.I still wonder why Ivy and Jessica spend their time reading a novel, what’s wrong with them, I can’t spend hours or even minutes staring at a book made with a bunch of papers, I would rather just hear the audio form of the book or just take a nap, at least naps are worth it.As I walked toward the elevator, I stopped and turned back to Jessica."Hey Jess, Is Ivy in her room?" I asked, not wanting to go all the up to the third floor and then later out find she was on the second floor in the library. "Yeah but wait a minute." "What’s wrong, is Ivy okay?" I instantly asked "Oh my god, you are so desperate Jason, I thought you wouldn’t be able to forget about ‘her’ when Ivy comes into your life but now I can see, you_"

JASON POV I’m worried sick of Ivy, it feels like ages now and I still haven’t found Ivy. I just hope she’s okay, what if she’s hurt? She’s probably so scared and she with no doubt gets sick because of the rain. I hope she’s safe, what if she was kidnapped, or what if she got tired of me and decided to run away? I think I’m overthinking things, Ivy can’t run, she can’t leave me, she may not admit it but I know she likes me, and leaving me is highly impossible, Ivy would never do that. Or maybe she found out, maybe she knows the truth and she decided to leave, no, no, she can’t do that. She was probably kidnapped but by who? Tyler. He has been wanting to get to Ivy, that’s what he wants, it’s definitely him but how? How would he have kidnapped her, he’s still in the city, or maybe he's not, he might have left the city after we did, maybe that’s what he wants me to believe, whatever it is, or whoever he is, I will find him and I won’t hesitate to bring him down, if there is one thing my