Leah Mitchell, the best friend to Shanya Holt, develops a deep attraction for the man sent to protect her. For an entire year, she unsuccessfully tries to get his attention. What she doesn't know is that she has always had his attention.
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Jubba's POV
Sunday 9:00 AM
I sprint through the massive gate then slow to an easy jog. I couldn't sleep so I went running to try and clear my mind but that proved futile.
I make my way up the driveway to Unc's mansion, it's such a masterpiece to behold but Alex must have been lonely growing up here.
The land is endless and the house seems to be just as endless. I don't know how Unc handles living here alone. Yes, he has a huge staff but to be here without a wife and children must be lonely.
I love coming here, I remember the first time Alex brought me here, I was in shock. I've never seen anything like it before, never knew that houses could be this big and beautiful. I'm sure this is the reason Alex has a fear of small spaces, he never had to deal with a small space while growing up.
I slow to a walk as I get closer to the house, I need to get my mind under control because I don't want to lose it in front of Leah. I am disappointed that she didn't tell me about Christopher and I am not pleased that Alex is sparing his life.
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I think that this should be my decision since Leah is mine to protect but because of the agreement, my hands are tied. I have to keep reminding myself that Alex is the only person I can trust blindly and that this is just another situation where I have to trust his judgment, but it's hard.
I know for a fact that if I had learnt this while in Jamaica, I would've introduced Christopher to Suzie. I hate being denied a kill that is warranted.
I blame myself also because if I had just dated Leah from day one, Christopher wouldn't have been in the fucking picture. I blame her too for not trusting me, she should've come to me rather than think that I wouldn't believe her innocence.
Fuck!
What the fuck am I doing wrong? Why is it so hard for her to see that I'm all in, that I'm here for her?
I walk into the kitchen located at the back of the house.
"Hi, Emily!" I greet the head housekeeper.
"Jordon, it's good to see you again!" She exclaims as she turns and sees me.
"Same here, I heard you went to see your mom, how is she doing?" I ask as I kiss her cheek.
Emily is white and in her fifties, she's one of the nicest people I've ever met.
"Oh she's doing good, she just came down with a cold and I needed to ensure that she was ok," she explains and I nod.
"Good to hear that she's ok, how are you?" I enquire and she smiles.
"I'm doing good, disappointed because I hear that you've brought a companion with you which means you won't be dating my Sarah," she pouts and I laugh out loud.
