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*Jessica POV*
I was sobbing... again... damn it! when am I ever going to start controlling these tears? I hate to show people my weakness, it makes me feel as if I am giving my emotions on a silver platter for them to play and control them. Damn you, you salty drops that keep on falling down.
Since I was a kid I've always been filled with joy and happiness. My sweet mother made us grow up thanking the blessings we had, to be thankful even if something bad had happen with my father's buisness, to always look at the good side of things, to be hard working and always support each other no matter what happens. She always said and still until this day repeats the same thing: " You are beautiful. you are hardworking, you are independent and you are smart, don't you forget that " . She had tought me not to cry no matter what, to suck it up and never show emotions and I did that because I needed to, I needed to show people I'm alright, that I won't hurt myself because of what happend two years ago, that I am a strong independent woman, but why is that the first sight of "HIM" infront of me is making me lose all my control and show him my weakness? Was I that naive for a men's attention? No I don't think so, then why is that happening to me?
I finally stopped walking and my tears were now dry on my face and I was pretty sure my mascara was all over my face. I glanced and the wrist watch and realized it was already lunch break and there I had approximently fifteen minutes to get back to my office after I would have fixed myself in the ladies room on the second floor of the office building.
After 20 minutes, I was now sititng behind my desk, my face all clean and looking fresh and my poker face on. I sighed and decided to check for my stuff. I opened my clutch. There was lipstick, a mini hair brush, some cash and my ID card. OH MY GOD HE KNOWS MY NAME FOR SURE. SHIT SHIT SHIT!
While I was having my mini freak-out show in my head, I finally retrieved my phone, it was turned off, of course, I scoffed, no battery. I took the extra charger out that was in one my desk drawers and plugged it in. Once the phone was charged with some power, it finally opened and I realized i had a very long missed call page and several messages. I poked the call log and saw that most of them were from Ron and they were dated from the same day we went to the party and the rest were from my mom dated yesterday and today. Weird she never calls me unless there's something serious...
I picked up my office phone and dialed my mom's number, after barely hearing three rings she picked up her sweet yet angry voice filling up my ear.
" Jessica where were you? I've been calling you for two days now and you weren't picking up and since I don't know Ron's phone number I freaked out more. I was going to hit you once I'd come over tonight."
" Sorry mom, I assure you, I am okay, I was just having stress and deadline with work I forgot to charge my phone." Lying was the best solution, I couldn't tell my mother I had woken up in a strangers bed and forgot my phone and purse in the hotel room. There was no way in hell I was going to ever mention that to anyone. Well except for Ron of course.
And then it hit me: " Mom, may I ask why is the sudden visit."
" Jessica are you seriously asking me? hahaha my sweet daughter you've been working too much, well for Kai of course, you told me to babaysit him for the week-end."
HOLY MOLLY!! How can I forget about Kai?
" Yeah haha, I was just messing with you mom, anyways I have to go, see you tonight and kiss him for me."
I didn't wait for my mom to answer and hanged up and dialed Ron's number, after a few seconds he picked up and I didn't let him say anything and I cried through the phone and said:
" Ron I am such a bad mother..."
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Beautiful Demon [COMPLETED]
RomanceA story between a man and woman... Obsessed with each other without even noticing it for themselves... Tragedy... Maybe Sex... Probably Love... Definitely