Jessica Carrillo Age Novels & Stories

Jessica inquired. “I am in the last year of my graduation.” Angelina replied. “How old are you?” Jessica inquired. “I am 20 years old.” “What do your parents do?” Jessica asked while sitting on the bed with her legs crossed before taking a sip of coffee. “They died when I was 8 years old.” Angelina bent her head and replied. “Are you an orphan?” Jessica’s eyes widened. The orphanage’s words hurt Angelina, but she gulps down her feelings.

I said, working up the nerve to engage for the first time. "Thanks," she replied bashfully. "So, how old are you?" Caroline asked. "You do seem a little young for someone in your line of work." "Not really, I don’t think. I know a lot of younger college students. But to answer, I’m 24." "Well, you don’t look a day over 20," I complimented. "Thanks again," Elliott said. "If you don't mind me asking," I continued, "how did you get into escorting?"

Jessica had grabbed the bed spread and covered her body by now. "Jessica? Did he make you do it? Oh my goodness. Why didn't you come to me?" Out of nowhere, tears bursted from Cara's eyes. She had treated Jessica like a younger sister she never had as the lady was four years younger than her. But she was respectful and so damn caring. "Chris? How could you! Did you rape her! You bastard--" the rest of her words never got completed as Cara rushed down towards Chris and began hitting him as hard as she could. "She is only a child, you idiot! Even if you're drunk--how could you!"

Jessica was embarrassed and confused, she stared around and then sighed in relief seeing that no one was present. This made her want Luca so badly, now the only scene playing in her mind was his touch and also his hoarse voice that penetrated through her eardrums. She was already wet and needed to be pleasured right now, then she heard footsteps slowly approach her. “That was embarrassing,” Carlo said as he laughed, he had also followed Luca as he wanted to apologize for stealing from him but instead he came to this scene. Jessica frowned and turned to leave when Carlo held her hands “I am no Luka, no mafia lord but I am young. How about some fun?” he asked and Jessica frowned before pushing

Christian nods as he opens the paperwork and starts to look at what Carleton has collected so far. “Anything else we should know about?” I ask Carleton. He shakes his head, “Just that I will go insane if Jessica does not have our pup soon. She was not this mean when she was carrying CJ,” he replies. I smile as Josh chimes in, “You got that right. I do not know why they are in a hurry to go through childbirth again. It was hard to watch the first time feeling helpless. I am not looking forward to that again,” he says with a shiver.

That same night, he happened to intervene in Lyla's situation and encountered Jessica. Initially, Carlo's instincts had told him to eliminate Jessica too, to leave no loose ends. But Lyla’s insistence that Jessica face a fair punishment swayed him. He had scoffed at her naive kindness, but for reasons he couldn’t quite explain, he found it impossible to refuse her. He had called Hudson to set up a trap, ensuring Jessica would face justice for shooting the thug. Carlo had further plans to ensure Jessica stayed behind bars for good. But the unforeseen chaos that followed his sudden exile forced him to flee the country, leaving him unable to protect Lyla or follow through on Jessica's punishmen

Jackson company was her last hope because it was the fifteenth company she applied to and the other fourteen companies have rejected her. She shifted the chair back a little and placed her head on the table with her head touching the laptop keyboard. When Carissa was twelve, she won a scholarship from an unknown organization and they sponsored her throughout her education years. After she graduated from the most expensive university in New York as the best mass communication student of the year, the organisation secured her a job in Spain and she moved to Spain.

Cara had very little luck as well as interest in that department. Jessica was tall and slender with long blonde hair that waved naturally down her back. She had an olive complexion which complimented her deep hazel eyes and long feathery eyelashes. Being five foot ten without heels meant she was one of the tallest in her year. Her friend Cara had always been small, at five foot two and never known to have a growth spurt, thus giving Cara the nickname Shorty. Cara was tiny in frame and voice. With her mousy blonde hair that curled and frizzed all over the place. Taking Cara at least two hours in a morning before school to make herself decent. She had bright blue eyes that magnified her bronze

"And who are you?" Jessica choked, barely maintaining her composure. She had no idea if he truly had no idea who she was or was faking it. But she could only assume it was the former and continue her gentle act. "I'm Jessica Brown, the female lead from the movie Miracle, the fourth-highest-grossing movie at the box office last year." Caleb straightened up and stared squarely at her, prompting her smile to grow. That was until he spoke again, "No idea."

The words stab my throat the second they leave my mouth. After the call ends, I return to the couch. The laptop’s still glowing, but I don’t see anything. I stare at my own reflection in the glass. Tara Anasthassia De Carrillo, 25. Architect. Math minor. Independent woman with her own apartment and a decent enough portfolio to pitch to Singapore next year. And still....can’t let go of a man who was never even hers. I set the laptop on the table. Grab the wine. Take another sip.