“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 he noticed there was no servants close. He quickly learned they moved around like unseen ghosts.
Jack stood at the study window looking at his wife leaving the grounds. He timed the movements when he saw his ‘man’ reacting. He looked at the surveillance photos in his hands. He did a background check on the Duncan family. He always covers his back. He didn’t like what he learned about Eva Duncan. That woman should be watched, she will not get another chance to play his wife for a fool. He frowns wondering what Jazz remembers about that night. He certainly was in conflict about how she would react. A brief smiled played around his lips when he remembers she was a wild card. He found a moment’s pleasure in remembering the shock on his ex-girlfriend’s face when Jazz stripped and left his study proudly naked. Her warning still ringing in his own ears, ‘what’s mine stays mine’. That very statement settles a possessive protective feeling in his heart. He turned away, knowing Jazz should find out what’s going on behind her back on her own. Life has a harshness about it that can make you bleed while silent tears streamed down your face. He learned a long time ago to wiped away his own tears.
Jazz stood in front of her boyfriends’ apartment. She looked at the ring on her finger feeling uncertain about what she was doing. The moment she signs that document as Jazz Duncan Warren, something shifted within her. This was just a contract between two strangers living together now, but to the world she was now a married woman. She always lived according to certain rules. It doesn’t matter that the marriage wasn’t real, she refuses to play the man a fool.
“What should I do?” she questions herself.
In open conflict with herself she starts to paced in front of the building while wringing her hands. She still remembers her parents loving each other, she was raised in such an environment. That was always the life she desired for herself, since meeting Allan Black two years ago she insist they take their relationship slow. The security door of the apartment suddenly opened. The tenant holds the door for her winking at her.
“Thanks, “she mouthed before entering. Full of conflict as she slowly walked towards the familiar red door which she helped painted. She frowned when she found the door slightly ajar hearing music coming from inside. She smiled wondering if he was working from his apartment today. As a professional dancer he can be temperamental. He usually does this when he had an argument with either another dancer or possibly a director. He loved following his own rules, whereas she was a stickler for rules. Taking a deep breath, she pushed the door wider and stepped inside. She discovered three bottles of red wine and half eaten snacks. Frowning as she wonders about this very puzzled. Her body suddenly froze when she heard the soft laughter. It suddenly sounded over familiar but she can’t place the moment.
“What the fuck are you doing baby?”
Jazz instantly recognized her cousins voice. Her heart felt like it just dropped to the floor.
“Patience, baby cake, I am coming,” Allan Black answered.
Jazz’s heart shattered into pieces and her illusions of a trusted relationship.
“You know, Allan, I wonder about that fool that was so eager to marry that idiot cousin of mine.”
“You just had to remind me; I wasn’t finished with Jazz.”
“What’s your bloody obsession with her anyways? It wasn’t like you were fucking her.” Eva said in a nasty tone.
“I love you baby cakes but your lousy reputation helps with nothing. Jazz comes clean-cut and trustworthy.”
“Bastard,” she hissed.
“Bitch in heat,” he declares with obvious satisfaction.
Jazz tries her best to move her frozen legs disgusted by what she was hearing standing in the hall.
“I wonder if that man managed to fuck that frigid bitch?”
“I doubt it, Jazz believes in loyalty and marriage. That guy just bought her for a year.” Allan said annoyed. “I hope she at least sign a contract.”
“Why,”
“Compensation for a years’ worth of work.” Allan said sounding openly greedy and jealous.
“Enough me now.” Eva instructed.
“Eva,”
“What?”
“Do you think Jazz remembers the night at the club?”
“No and it was a waste of time and effort. Someone wiped the whole footage from the internet.”
“I still have a copy on my cell phone.” Allan bragged. “Maybe I will get money from it.”
“Show me later, fuck me now,” Eva instructed.
Jazz stood outside the apartment. She wants to vomit but can’t. She looked at the phone she bought Allan as a gift.
“What did they do?” she whispered in fear.
Hearing steps running down the stairs she suddenly bolted running down the length of the street. She saw the taxi and run straight for it. The quick driver climbed back into the front. Starting the vehicle.
She looked over her shoulder to see if anyone followed her. The street stayed empty.
“Where to Missus Warren?” the driver asked.
Jazz felt her head was ripping from her neck as she swiftly faces the driver in shock.
“Who are you? How do you know my position?”
“I work for Jack Warren.” The man answered simple and honest.
“Did…did you follow me?” she asked openly shocked.
“Yes ma’am.”
“Why,”
“Your husband asked that I watch over you.”
“Why,”
“My job is to keep the media away from you. Jack Warren hates them with a passion.”
“Why,”
“That you must ask him ma’am.”
“Stop calling me ma’am, I am not ancient.” Jazz suddenly snap furious feeling stupid for trusting Allan Black.
“Where too?” the man asked with suppressed laughter in his voice.
“Duncan Estate.” She sits back looking at the phone.
“Hello grandmother,” Jazz stepped into the tea lounge.
“I have been waiting for your arrival.” Tina Duncan looked sharply at her. She noticed that something was wrong with Jazz. “What happened?”
“Nothing, do I have permission to remove some personal belongings from the mansion?”
“What’s with the attitude Jazz?”
“How am I suppose to behave, grandmother? You sold me to a stranger for a year.”
“Why were you naked in that seedy motel room?”
“I don’t know. How did you know where to find me?”
Tina Duncan looked pointedly at her beloved granddaughter. A fury was starting to build in her eyes. She slowly took the tea cup and thoughtfully start drinking.
“You finally made your choice grandmother, now you and Eva can have a delightful time together. Do I have permission to remove my belongings?”
“What will you do if I refuse?”
“I do love the notion of being a nudist,” Jazz said flatly.
Tina Duncan choked on her lemon tasted tea.
“Are you trying to kill grandmother Jazz?” Eva made an appearance gently slapping the older woman on the back.
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
“You are not seriously going to gobble down that whole bowl of pudding?” Jack sounded shock. He had been watching in awe as the two were clearly enjoying themselves.“It’s pudding Jack,” Jason said between spoonful of pudding.” He managed a giggle into the mix.He just sits there looking at them. He can’t ever remember as a child enjoying sweets as it wasn’t allowed. He wonders what had happened in the movies with Jazz. She somehow also had a moment of panic. He looked down at his hand still seeing the imprints on his skin.“Are you really not going to try?” Jason seemed a bit disappointed.Jack looked into his eyes, seeing the hope but also uncertainty. He took the again offered spoon from a now silent Jazz. His first spoonful of the tasty mixed bowl of fruits, nuts and custard surprised him.“I told you it was delicious.” Jason stood and went to play at the old fashion pinball machine.“How often do you come here, Jazz?”“How did you guess?” she asked with a small smile.“The waitre