All Chapters of A Deal With Mr.Remington: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

JESSICA’S POVI didn’t expect to see him there. Not at that bar. Not that night.I was walking past with my friend. She had gone into a shop nearby to buy gum or something. I was bored as I waited for her to come out, so I walked closer to the bar entrance, thinking to myself if I could have just one shot before my friend came out and then I saw someone that looked so familiar, Blake.He sat all alone by the corner window. His head was down. There were empty glasses in front of him. He looked tired, lost and sad like a child who had either lost his games or upset his parents.My heart ached when I saw him like that.I looked around, thinking maybe Jasmine was close. But no one else came. There was no sign of a driver , no guard, or friends, it was just him and alone. I walked up to him slowly. I wasn’t even sure what I was going to say. I just knew I couldn’t leave him there.“Blake?” I called.He looked up at me with tired eyes. They were red. His lips were dry. His body slumped lik

Blake POV I woke up on the couch in Jessica’s guest room. My back hurt and my head was pounding. I looked around. The room was quiet. The house was too quiet. I checked my phone. There were no missed calls from Jasmine and no messages either.Not like I expected her to call, she wouldn't after what I said to her last night. I got up and left not after Jessica reminded me to think about her stupid proposal. Does she think I would ever want her to be my mistress? Or allow her into my life? I couldn’t stay any longer. I shouldn’t have even been there.When I got home, the house was empty. Jasmine had left for work. The living room looked untouched and the bed was made. It looked like she didn’t even sleep in it or maybe she stayed up thinking. Maybe she cried. I didn’t know and I didn’t want to know.I stood in the middle of the room, holding my phone, not sure what to do. I tried not to think about how she would feel if she found out I had slept at Jessica’s house. I knew she would fee

Blake's POVI caught her lower lip between my teeth and nibbled on it before finally pulling away.Her lips, red and swollen made my cock swell painfully in my pants and I wanted nothing more than to strip her off her clothes and fill her in a single, fluid move.But I wanted to take it slow. Jasmine was a goddess and I wanted to take my time to worship her.“Blake.” she called out, eyes filled with need and lust. I knew if I went down on her, she would be so wet and ready for me. But not yet.My lips that had once been on hers slowly found their way to the soft throbbing pulse on her neck.Her hands gripped my shoulders and she tilted her neck sideways, giving me more access.“Such a good girl.” I praised, with my lips still on her neck. I gave her a soft bite that had her mewling against me.I kissed her lips, swallowing her moans as my hands made a quick work of her dress.Soon, the sunflower dress she wore lay at a pool by her feet leaving her only in her bra and panties.I sucked

Jessica POV I sat at the restaurant table, staring at my phone. The candle on the table flickered and my food was getting cold. My wine is untouched.I had sent Blake a message earlier in the afternoon. It was a real and long one telling him about everything and even more about what I told him that night. I told him I missed him; that I made a mistake walking away, that I still loved him. I asked him to meet me tonight. I picked the place. It used to be his favorite and I hoped it still wasBut he didn’t reply to my messages. Not even a “no."I refreshed my messages, again, and again. But still nothing.I looked at the door every time it opened. It was never him.After two hours, I stood up and left.I walked slowly to my car, hoping maybe he would reply before I reached it. But my phone stayed silently stillI sat in the car, gripping the steering wheel. I stared at the screen but still nothing.“Why is he ignoring me?” I whispered to no one but myself. “Why won’t he say something?

Jessica pov I sat in my apartment with my phone in my hand and a glass of wine on the table. My eyes stayed on the screen. The news was everywhere. Every gossip blog, every news page, every trending topic – it was Jasmine. Jasmine and her so-called cheating.I smiled. Not a small smile, it was a big, wide smile.“She deserves it,” I said to myself. “She really does.”People were dragging her online. Some called her fake. Some said she used Blake. Some said she was never good enough for him. I loved every comment and I took my time reacting to it with my fake account.Then an idea came into my head. Slowly. Sweetly. A wild, crazy, perfect idea. I picked up my phone fast and called Chloe.“Come to my apartment,” I ordered. “Right now. Don’t ask why. Just come.” I handed the call without waiting for her response.Then I called Evelyn.“Evelyn,” I said. “Drop what you’re doing and come over. It’s urgent.”Both of them started asking questions in our group chat, but I didn’t give details.