Jesse Pollock Novels & Stories

He’d been told she was ruthless, a shrewd negotiator, but he’d dismissed it as competitor talk. He had expected a titan of industry, someone grizzled and worn by years of boardroom battles. This woman, while undeniably commanding, was too…polished. Jessica cleared her throat, extended a hand. "Mr. Hawthorne. So good of you to make the time. I'm Jessica Poland, pleasure to finally meet you. I'm afraid there must have been some miscommunication to the cancellation of our agreement." Davey took her hand, his grip firm. But as he looked into her eyes, something felt off. There was a practiced confidence in her gaze, a well-rehearsed smoothness to her movements.

She spoke tauntingly making my mouth left ajar in shock and embarrassment…. James Russo! You are going to be fucking death of me!!

The pattern stretched backwards through years. Maybe decades. And still he walked free. The injustice felt unbearable. The anger returned. Stronger this time. Darker. More focused. Jessica hated it. And yet... Part of her understood it. For years she had believed justice would come from somewhere else. The police. The courts. The system. Somebody. Anyone. Now she wasn't so sure. The following morning Henri found her working unusually early. The old man entered the gallery carrying coffee. Then stopped. Immediately. Jessica was painting.

I was fuming and didn’t know what to do. I didn’t want to start a war with Joseph but he had crossed the lines that he had drawn up. I need to do something but I also needed to get back to Chicago and deal with whatever Mike’s problem was. I started to think about that a little bit more, in two years he had never called and asked for help. So whatever was wrong had to be some serious shit. A knock at the office door brought me back to reality, as Jacob and Dillion walked in. “Everything is done Jensen, no one will ever see those boys again.” I looked up at them.

Jesse sat up cross legged and peeked into the camera, rotating it into the perfect angle to capture K. Click. The Zink paper rolled down from the Polaroid. Jesse stood up from the bed and walked towards K, fanning the paper as the photo developed. They looked down at the picture, and bursted into giggles as K looked like she was almost blended seamlessly with the wallpaper. It was a big blob of blue, and then there was her beautiful face. Jesse looked at K's face, like he was seeing it for the first time. She was still smiling at her picture. With K oblivious, Jesse held up the Polaroid and took another photo of her, a candid this time.

However, he didn’t know who she was and he didn’t understand why this man was insinuating something like that. “You are wrong to assume that I know who she is “Wesley said without hesitation but Jacob didn’t want to listen to him. For him, he was convinced that he knew the polisher. “Yeah…. You do. They say that you have shared a room with her “Jacob insisted and Wesley had no idea when he had ever even met with the Polisher but he wanted this contract so badly. W.P wasn’t doing well at the moment given that his uncle had been concentrating on the Privet Corporation.

he snapped. “You pushed me to it!” I snapped. “I wasn’t going to sit back and watch another mistress take you again. And this one has a damn child!” My father stepped between us before either of us could say something worse. “Enough,” Alpha Jackson said firmly. “This ends now. Both of you are going to stand down from this shit that you are playing.” Nathan didn’t move. Didn’t back down. “This ends when I say it does,” he replied. My father held his ground. “You will not touch her.”

Jake walked in just as Tammy was brushing herself off, and Joseph immediately rushed over to greet him. “Ah, Alpha Jake! Just the man we were waiting for.” Jake looked around the room, his expression already annoyed. “What’s going on now?” Joseph stepped forward, clearing his throat. “We were just discussing some improvements Tammy has suggested for the packhouse. She’s very passionate about making this place more… suitable for her role.” Jake sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose again. “I don’t have time for this.” “Of course, Alpha,” Joseph said quickly. “But I think it’s important to consider—”

“Happy birthday, Eleanor! Look at what I bought for you!” Before I finished making my wish, I saw Bella Johnson take out a pink polaroid camera. When the familiar camera appeared before me, I was certain that I had returned to the past! In the previous timeline, I accepted the camera happily. I did not expect to hit rock bottom because of it. Bella looked a little awkward when I did not react. She sounded as if she was walking on eggshells when she said, “Eleanor, don’t you like it?”