The Nanny Affair

Chapter 27- Jasper

My eyes set on hers, and my chest fills with guilt as I watch her blink back the tears as she watches Gisselle have her hands all over me. I had promised her that I was done with Gisselle, but here I was again in the same boat, giving into the same old temptations.

"You need to leave," I tell Gisselle. "This was a mistake, go!" I tell her.

Her face contorts in anger, but she grabs her things and leaves. I don't know if this was karma or fate; all I know is that I broke her heart. I take a seat and place my hands on my face. I fucked up, she came back, and yet I still fucked up. All I had to do was wait for her to believe in what we had, but instead I made a mistake that I can't fix. It's impossible to know after all this if we can still be friends.

"What the fuck is wrong with you, man?" David yells at me, I was so in my thoughts I didn't hear him come in, "You're girl is over there crying because you decided to go a fuck Gisselle! Dude I thought this Jasper was gone." He steps closer, "Do you hear me? What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"I don't know," I say, looking up at him as a tear escapes down my cheek.

David sighs and leans against the wall. "You need to fix this, or you're going to lose the best thing that has ever happened to you."

I get up and head to the guest house, following David out. As he opens the door, I hear the one thing I never thought I would hear her say.

"I hate myself right now for what I'm thinking." She says. "I've never been one to have regrets; hell, I don't even regret what Cole did to me. But I regret that day I laid eyes on Jasper."

My heart was already breaking, and she just went and turned the knife, cutting deeper into me. I regret the way she looked at me with those cold eyes; she didn't know the turmoil and heartache that was going on inside me. She gets up, walks past me, and heads back to the main house. I look at Natasha, who shakes her head in disappointment. I run my hands through my hair and turn around, running after her.

I make my way inside and head to her room, and before she can close the door, I stop her. Her eyes meet mine, and I ask,

"How did I go from being your everything to being your only regret?"

She steps back but doesn't answer. I make my way in and say,

"I know you're upset with me right now, but you were the one going around fucking your new plaything. So you have no right to be mad at me for doing the same thing." I look at her, and it seems as if I have hurt her more. She walks to her bathroom, and I follow, but she stops me.

"I didn't sleep with anyone. But you clearly had no problem going back to your whore." Her cold eyes hold back the tears as she closes the door.

FUCK!!!!

I open the door and see her sitting in the dark, her back against the wall as she cries. Her knees pulled into her chest. I sit next to her and put one arm around her shoulder and pull her to my chest as tears stream down my face.

"I know it's too late to fix my mistakes, but I hope one day you'll see how sorry I am." I softly tell her as she continues to cry. "I'm so sorry, Rosie." I tell her again.

She looks up at me, her eyes swelled from all the tears, I cup her face, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," I say as tears come down my face. She starts to sob and lays her head on my chest, I hold her tightly in my arms. Knowing that there is nothing I can do to erase her pain, I just let her cry until she is done. Her sadness slowly subsides, and she takes a deep breath and looks back up at me. I can see the pain in her eyes, and I brush away the few remaining tears on her cheeks. I lean in and kiss her, the touch of her lips brings me warmth. It's inevitable that all good things must come to an end. She pulls away, and I feel myself break, I whisper,

"I know you'll never be mine again, but I need one more taste of your lips. Because if this is the end, I want to end it right between us."

I wipe away the last tear that drops from her eye, her lips press against mine. As I kiss her one last time, I know that this is goodbye. Our embrace is filled with emotion, neither of us wanting the moment to end. Our hearts break with the knowledge that we can never be together again, but comforted by the fact that we will always have this last moment to hold on to. I pull her to my lap and she straddles me. This time is different; it truly feels like the end of the world.

I stand up as her legs wrap around my waist, and I bring her to the bed. My eyes land on hers, and I see the sadness grow within her. My heart aches with a sudden realization: the world that we had built together is coming to an end.

I place my lips against hers and savour the moment. Knowing this is the last time I will ever have her as mine. I linger in that moment, unable to let go as I am filled with emotions and memories. I struggle to find the courage to end this embrace, knowing that each second further separates us and brings us closer to saying goodbye. I feel a tear slide down my cheek as I realise that, no matter how hard I wish, this moment will soon be gone.

I lay on the pillow and bring her into my arms, her tears start again as I know this is over. She is mourning what we had and I feel the same as my heart starts to sink into my stomach knowing that when the sun comes up, there is no more us.

Her head lays on my chest and I hold her close. I kiss the crown of her head and whisper once more, "I'm sorry," I feel her tears on my chest, a reminder that I broke her pretty little heart.