The Price Of Love

Chapter 24

Jay's POV

I stare at the paperwork in front of me but am unable to take in a single word. I haven't all day. I'm far too distracted.

So far all I've done today has been staring at sheets of paper, trying to convince myself I'm working when in reality, I've been stuck in my head since last night.

Making a bad decision once can be classified as a mistake most times. Doing it a second time? That's called stupidity.

I glance at the watch on my wrist, seeing it's only gone eight. I groan, covering my face with my hands. A whole day wasted.

Abigail and her cousin Griffin have both gone into hiding. Quite a cowardly move, since they talk up such a big game. But since they'll be harmless while they hide, this is my opportunity to focus all my time on the snitch problem.

I've confirmed that there is one this morning. So I guess today hasn't been completely pointless.

Now, I have a list of seventy people, who could all be a snitch. Maybe there's more than one, who knows? But I need to figure it out. And that requires some smart thinking, which I have non of lately.

I decide to call it a day, and I grab my stuff and leave, locking my office door as usual behind me.

The drive home is much too fast for my liking. It was only when I parked my car outside that I realised I was dreading coming home.

You see, Talia is a weakness.

She made that very clear last night when all she had to do was wear shorts and rub her ass against my dick to get what she wanted.

I've stopped denying she's a problem and started accepting it as of this morning.

So it's extra important that I cut it off now. That I don't let this weakness take over and end up being the fucking death of me.

I get out of my car, walk to the door and unlock it. The second I step inside I see the lady herself, sitting on the couch watching something on the tv.

Her eyes immediately find me, and there are a few seconds where all we do is stare at each other.

I need to get a grip.

I close the door, a bit harsher than intended. She watches me as I walk over, and doesn't even blink when I grab her jaw in my hand because she's used to it. She shouldn't fucking be used to it.

I tighten my grip and force her to look at me. "It can't happen again," I tell her, and she hums, not seeming too serious.

"Why though? You clearly want to" She smiles at me, looking amused by me. I scoff, rolling my eyes. "I never said I don't want to. But I'm telling you it has to stop" I mutter, and she stares at me closely.

"Why?" Talia asks the question again, and I clench my jaw, trying to think of a reason I can tell her. I'd rather not explain all my family drama to her right now. Or ever.

When a few seconds pass, she raises her eyebrows at my silence. "Is it cause I'm a maid?" Talia says with a scoff.

I roll my eyes yet again. I couldn't give less of a shit about that anymore. But I know Issac will.

It's fucked up that I have to worry about his opinion when it comes to my own dating life, but it's the way it has to be. He's like a toddler with too much power. If he doesn't like it, you can't have it.

"Listen.." I mutter, pulling her face closer to me. "I have enough shit going on. I don't have the time for something like this. So I'm putting my desires, wants, feelings- and everything else aside. And you're going to too" I whisper to her, and a small grin makes its way on her lips as her head tilts slightly to the side.