“Jack Warren, where the bloody hell are you?”
The man in question patiently sits behind his desk watching the door as it burst opened. He should talk to his ‘man’ about who was allowed entrance into his residencies from now on. He acted on pure instinct when he so quickly married Jazz Duncan. Uncertain as yet what his plans was but no one was going to made her look like a fool while married to him. He should give his ‘man’ a huge bonus for wiping the footage from the internet.
“Bastard,” screeched the tall girl. She stopped in front of his desk slapping her open palms down on the smooth top.
“Carly King,” he said nonchalant.
“Is that all you can say?” she truly tries to control her temper. Suddenly she stood upright and strolled towards a close by chair sitting down. She takes deep breathes to calm her flaring temper.
“What do you want Carly?”
“Is it true?” she asked in a now soft almost girly voice.
“You have to be more precise with the accusation.” He said indifferent.
“Are you married?” Carly truly sounded shocked and hurt.
“Yes,” he answered simply.
“What about us?” she asked shocked.
“There is no us, Carly. You were the occasional fuck that was the arrangement right from the start. I told you to not expect anything from me.”
Carly King sits there almost like a frozen statue. When she woke this morning, she received the shock of her life. She admits to herself she had many a rich boyfriend, always one for immediate play but things become different with this man. She recently started to noticed the road marks on her body and expertly concealed face.
“Hey, are you awake?” the soft urgent voice asked.
“Hmmm,” she mumbled.
“Please opened your eyes.” The voiced asked urgently.
Jazz felt a startle of emotion in her heart hearing the uncertainty in the young voice. She slowly opened her eyes looking into scared uncertain ones. The boy immediately stood away from the bed. She frowned when she realized she wasn’t in her own bedroom in The Duncan Residence. She also realized she wasn’t wearing her own sleepwear. She quickly sits up against the pillows. She looked directly at the boy who stood motionless watching her movements.
“I have a confession,” she said immediately.
“What is it?” he asked softly curious.
“I forgot for a moment I am married to your dad,” she confessed.
“Dad,” he asked puzzled.
“Yes, Jack Warren.” Jazz looked into his startled face that quickly shifted into understanding.
"Jack is my brother,” he said quickly looking briefly towards the door.
“My apologized, this is all new to me.” She admits truthfully.
“For me too,” he said with a small smile.
“What is your name? And how old are you?”
“I am Jason Warren and I am eight years old.” He said formally.
“You may call me Jazz; I am twenty-two going on three soon.” She suddenly throws the covers from her body jumping out of the bed. She stretched before quickly moving towards the window. She flings it wide open. She quickly takes in her position doing the first stance in the capoeira dance. Her body’s movements fluent with precision. Once she finished, she stood laughing. “My work out for the day. The space is a bit cramped.”
“What do you call that?” Jason sounded impressed.
“I was a wild child growing up.” She. instantly burst out laughing
“What do you mean?” he asked intrigued.
“Well I lost my parents in a car crash. I was sent to live with my grandmother. Feeling hurt and sad and wanting to be in a destructive frame of mind my grandmother allowed me to run wild. I ride my bicycle daily, I swing from tree to tree, I fight the children in the neighborhood. Then my cousin comes and lived with us. We instantly didn’t like each other. Long story short, we were instant enemies. Her playground for bully was the school grounds. I met an exchange student, her instructor taught me Capoeira.”
“Wow, I like you.” Jason admits in honesty.
“Where is your brother?”
“I saw him enter his study.”
Jazz noticed he was suddenly reserved. She quickly moved towards him and give him a tight hug.
“Are we finished now that you are married, Jack?”
“Yes, I am sure you have your next guy in waiting Carly. We both know the boys just loved you.” He said cynically.
“You make me sound like a whore?”
Jack said nothing both knowing she was the runny bunny of the rich and horny. He really liked her but he never intended to marry her. His thoughts quickly went back to yesterday thinking of the cheeky girl he married without setting down his ground rules. That certainly wasn’t his usual actions. He was a black and white guy no gray areas in his dealings.
The study door opened again without ceremony. He watched the light-footed girl enter looking alert but puzzled.
“Jack, we need to…”
Jazz suddenly aware they were not alone. She looked at the motionless man before facing the woman. Her very first thought she certainly was an older version of Eva. She noticed the hard lines around the lips, make up heavily clearly concealing her true age.
“You married a child, Jack.” The woman said shocked. She stood before circling around Jazz, a snarl played around her lips. “At least you could have bought her new sleepwear instead of giving mine away,”
Jazz slowly smiled also looking the woman over in a judgmental way. She then looked at the man who still sits motionless just watching them. She shrugged her shoulders knowing she must survive on her own just like at her grandmother’s place. She faced the woman. She was married now but she was no-one’s object of ridicule. This fight should be stopped right now.
“Who are you?” Jazz asked pointedly.
“Carly King, I am his girlfriend.”
“That explain the clothes, will give it back in a minute. Now, Carly King, the girlfriend, you are no longer needed, I am the wife in this scenario. I don’t share, I fight for what’s mine. You may leave.” Jazz dismissed her.
“Bitch, I am no backstreet whore, you will not talk to me like that.” Carly snarled before storming Jazz with clawing fingers. The Brazilian dance comes into play again. Jack stood fast but not fast enough, Carly stood with the sleepwear in her hands, shocked she stared at the strong, hot, young body with rippling muscles leaving the study.
“Jason,”Jazz quickly approached the boy. These last two days she noticed he kept himself apart from everyone. She was still uncertain but was acting on a gut feeling around him. If she was reading the signs correctly the boy has trust issues. She felt drawn to him almost like she should protect him. She remembers being very independent after losing her parents but there was something else going on with the boy.“Is something wrong Jazz?” he quickly sits up straight closing his school books.“No, I am just letting you know I am going out for an hour. Will you be okay?”“Yes, Jazz,”“Okay, can we have a movie night later?”“I would like that. Maybe we can ask Jack to join us.” He asked hopeful.“That’s an idea. Just so you know, I am not into romantic stories, I like scary or action packed.” She grinned when she saw she hit the right note for movie night. She hugged him again before leaving.Jason watched her, silent tears streaming down his face. He quickly looked around relief when h
Jazz packed several of her most precious belongings. She then sends a maid to call in her driver. While she waited, she starts to searched for her dolphin necklace but can’t seemed to find it. This has her very worried. The piece of jewelry belonged to her mother. Puzzled she stood in the middle of the bedroom. “May I enter?” the driver stood politely outside her bedroom. “Yes,” “Get out of my way.” Eva stormed past the man. “Get out,” she ordered. The man stood motionless looking at Eva. “Are you deaf,” she screamed. “No, I only obey my Missus,” he said calmly. “You are not bloody serious,” the disbelieve in her voice very obvious. She actually stormed the man with the intension of pushing him out. He stood rooted in one spot just looking at her bored. Jazz briefly smiled before she nods for the man to take her luggage downstairs. She then turned to face her irate cousin. “What do you want Eva?” “Where are you going?” she asked in a confronted tone. “What is it to you, E
Jack glared at the phone in his hand. At first, he didn’t understand why William handed it to him.“May I enter, sir?”Jack looked pointedly at his ‘man’ waiting for an answer.“Sir, your wife left it in the car when she rushed to enter.” He starts with explaining.“What do you mean?” Jack feels like hitting someone. He may have married her on contract but really no one was going to play her for a fool.“As you know I followed her to where she went. I noticed she was acting very doubtful, almost like she wasn’t certain about her actions. In front of this apartment complex she was pacing back and forth.”“That’s very curious,” Jack observed.“Indeed sir, and she seemed have an active conversation with herself,” a small smiled quickly played around his lips.“Excuse me!” Jack wasn’t certain he heard correctly.
“I am a married woman, oh why, oh, did that happened,” Jazz sings while standing awkwardly in the shower, the strong arms holding in her position. Apparently, no shame in being naked with the man being a stranger.“What should I do, what should I do,” She giggles then spurted water when a silent Jack pushed her soapy head under the water.“Excuse me!” she wiped the water from her face.“You better finish before I dropped you. Next time call one of the maids to help you,” Jack growls while reaching to shut the water of.“I am not married to a bloody maid, and besides you did lie saying for better or worse,”“It was just words,” he declares.“Its what you think,” Jazz wipes the wet hair from her face then slowly turning in the arms holding her. She slowly looked up into his scowling face. “Really, what’s with the expression Jack?&r
The drums are calling, the drums are beating, the drums echoing the warning…Jack was restless and tense in his sleep. He tried opening his eyes but everything stayed dark around him.He can taste the fear in his mouth on his tongue. He tried fighting the invisible hands holding him down.“Jack don’t look,” said the voice somewhere in the darkness.“Who are you?” he tried asking but it felt like his lips are barely moving. It felt like his body was drenched in sweat.Again, he tried waking up but it seemed like he stayed trapped in the nightmare. He doesn’t know the hour of the night nor the reason but at last he managed to wake up. His first sleepy impression was the bright moonlight through the open curtains.Something caught and draw his attention, his gaze fixed on the door that stood slightly ajar. This puzzles him.“Jack,” called the voice.He starts to follow the voice. Once he reached his door, he carefully pushed it opened. The hall looked shadowy. Uncertain about what to do.
Jack unlocked the motel building. He noticed some faded footsteps in the dust on the cracked tile flooring. The entrance was filled with trash. Since he was here a couple of weeks ago someone thought it best to turn a locked place into a dumping place. Grim face his purposefully walked towards the room where he was raised. He instantly noticed the door stood opened. With his hand casually on his gun he steps closer.He slowly kicked the door wider stepping inside. The place was empty except for a bundle of clothes strewn over the dirty bed. He frowned stepping closer. He was instantly disgusted when he understood what he was looking at. Some perverted use the panties to ejaculate on and it seem like it was done recently.Jazz…he thought, remembering she was naked when he found her here. It means the bastard had brought the clothes back. “I will know who you are one way or another.” He softly vowed.He looked around and noticed the floor board
Jazz looked the screen when the phone ring for the umpteenth time. She has been avoiding her cousin like the plague not trusting her. She looked at her leg the cast letting her skin itch like crazy. She leaned back in her chair reaching for the book. The repeated messages followed like rapid shots. Annoyed she reached for the phone. It instantly rings in her hand.“What do you want Eva?”“Where are you?”“It is not of your concerned. I would appreciate it if you stop calling me.”“Don’t hang up,” Eva hastily said.“I have nothing to say to you Eva,” she snapped.“Grandmother died,” she screamed.Jazz felt her heart stop beating for a moment. She needs to take a couple of serious breaths to calm herself. Her knuckles were white with the strength of her hold.“Jazz…”“I don’t believe you.”“It’s true, Jazz.”“When did she die?”“A couple of days ago,” Eva said quickly.“It took you a couple of days to let me know she was dead, Eva. How dare you.”“The moment she died I was scared so I r
Jack was very furious but his quiet truth, he was shaken. He can’t believe what Carly nearly did in her fury to get back at him. He keeps pacing his floor not looking at the two who just sits there watching him. He knew should he now looked at them he would explode.“Do you mind,” Jazz finally asked.Jack immediately stopped his pacing facing her. It was clear the fury flashing in his dark eyes. His lips grimly pressed together.“What did you say?” he queries in the softest voice that clearly spells trouble.“I ask you to stop pacing since you are making me dizzy,” Jazz lift her head defiantly.“You were very irresponsible Jazz,” he declares.“Oh really,” she looked at him then searches for her crutches but it was nowhere. “Dart,” she mumbled.“What’s that you mumbled?”“What is your problem Jack?”“You dare