• ONGOING.
Where did it all begin? In the past? In the future? Who can say where it began? Do the beginning and the end even exist? Or is it a connection to an endless loop? You will carry this pain until you read to find out.
(Y/N) turn over to another side of the bed to see peacefully sleeping Jim next to her, just snoozing away carefree. You watch him sleep and you take in and admire all his features. The bright sunlight shone from the window straight on his soft yet ruff skin.
Moving slowly into a sitting position. You get the chance to glance at the room.
It still looks beautiful.
Let out a big stretch as you move your hands and back as a little crack sound escapes.
That felt good.
You take the moment as you gather a deep breath in and let everything out at once.
Looking at the empty chair you were certain you left the dressing gown. It disappeared. Thought that Jim might have moved it. No worries. You slide out of bed and go to the big room-sized cupboard. Looking around you see cute sleeping wear.
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You grab it and you get inside it. The soft fabric tickles your skin a little as you dance around feeling the bottom of it flowing around. Gently brushing against your thighs.
Tipping carefully downstairs. Your eyes land on the kettle that you spot on the side of the kitchen counter.
" I remember the last time I made tea."
Gently lifting it off its place. You make your way to the sink. Letting the water run from the tap.
You look around to figure out where the mugs and the tea bags would be as you put back the kettle and turn it on.
Mmmm.
You open the first cupboard. Nope. You try your luck with the second one and you spot a few large cups stacked against each other. You grab one.
As you are about to place it down you hear Jim tumble outta bed. He makes his way down as he seems to come to the kitchen.
He is expressionless. However, his messy bed hair and unshaven facial hair are beginning to turn you on. You look down not to show it.
He doesn't seem to notice. He grabs a mug for himself and finds the sugar and the tea bags.
The kettle then just finished boiling the water and he made both the teas for you.
So far not a word has been exchanged between you two. You begin to get worried. But that's quickly changed when he grabs his tea and moves close to you and kisses you on the forehead before grabbing his phone with his free hand and you only can presume he is texting someone. He stands in one place until he presses send and puts it away.
" Breakfast will be here in 20 min, darling"
He walks off back upstairs and you hear as his office door closes.
You grab your tea and find a spot in the living room area and grab a newspaper from the glass coffee table.
Time skin, Jim's pov:
He groans while aggressively rubbing his temples to ease his pounding mind before slamming his computer shut. He glanced at the clock, noticing that he'd been sitting there typing for almost four hours straight. He ran a hand through his dark hair, grimacing when he accidentally tugged on a tangled section of his black locks.
The consulting criminal and former mafia boss stood from his chair and stretched, hearing his tired muscles pop before exiting his office, and heading towards the bathroom.
He heads downstairs where he spots (Y/N) peacefully resting her eyes with a newspaper on top that covers her chest.
Her beautiful looks feel like a mirage from hours of looking at a white screen. Jim thinks about how the pregnancy made her skin glow like an angel in the light.
His lips slightly twitch as he is resisting the urge to give a smile.
Snapping back into reality he shakes his head and brushes off a piece of her hair from his suit that he notices from the corner of his eye.
Only a front door closing is heard as he drags his feet across the corridor to the elevator
On arrival he presses the 10th floor button. Pulling out his phone and skimming though his emails.
As the elevator door opens he gets out and grabs the cigar box from the most deep end of his trousers pocket. He opens the last door with his foot as Jim is greeted with the bright son from the roof top.
He lights the cigar and takes the first buff. Letting is sit for a hot minute until it kicks in and he lets it out. The smoke stinging his unbothered eyes.
Jim swiftly moves to the edge and looks down at the busy street.
As he finishes the cigar he fixes his tie and makes his way back into the building but his stopped when the alarms go off and the door automatically get locked.
The intruder alert ringing in his ears. Many failed attempts to push the door. He gives it a few kicks with of course, no avail.
Pausing for a second. The phone in Jim's pocket vibrant's and he is quick to react.
" Catch me if you can, Mr Manuël ;)" Unknown
Jim this for a second. Blocked number of course. Who ever is doing this knows precisely what they are doing. "I can play this game too"
" What do you want?" JM
Pause.
Then Jim's phone rings. His not hesitant to answer it.
Pause.
" Who is this?"
Pause. He hears someone breathing heavily on the other line. They are struggling to get their words in,
" Hello.. Sexy. I have your building under lockdown with a boom hidden inside. Strong enough to take down a street. Just to say Hello." Jim hears a women who is hyperventilating and crying.
" Why are you crying?"
Pause.
" I am not crying... I'm typing and this stupid bitch is reading it out" Jim hears as the women has a meltdown as she reads it out.
" Find the Boom and everyone will live. You have 30 minutes " The person on the other line hangs up and a notification pops up.
