Chapter 20

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~ Jessica POV ~

Soft warm lips...
Big warm hand on my cheek...

I was paralyzed, didn't know what to do. I couldn't kiss him back. There is no way I was going to kiss him back. No way in hell.
Fisting my hands in my lap, I placed both of them on his hard chest and pushed him away.
I was looking down, again.
Avoiding his eyes I whispered: "Wh... What do you think you're doing? I'm leaving."

Standing up quickly, taking my purse, I headed outside. The cold NYC winter night breeze hitting my face. Shivering I hugged myself and started walking. Damn you Ron for not letting me wear my long black coat over this short dress but nooo Mr. Fashionable guy wanted me to impress the jerk who just kissed me again... for the second time, in the same week.

My feet were starting to hurt. These heels.. damn it.
From my left side, which was the road, I saw a car slowly driving next to me. Honking...

Of course it was him... Getting his black tainted passenger window down I heard him say: "Jessica, stop walking and get in the car this instant."

The nerve of this guy. He kisses me then he orders me around?!
Ignoring him I continued my walk.
Thinking about it I could have called Ron the minute I got out if the restaurant but he must have been sleeping by now and if he had come, it would have been a problem leaving a sleeping kid all alone in the house at night just because his mother can't handle herself with a man.

Why does it feel that history is repeating itself?

Suddenly I was pulled back by my arm to face an angry Daniel Dexter.

"Get.In.The.Car... NOW!"
Getting his hand off my shoulder, I turned around and got inside the car and closed the door.

There was no other choice, my feet were killing me, I was freezing and there was no way any taxi would have passed in this area and at this time for sure.

He got back inside the car, put it on drive and went off.

I tilted my head against the window and closed my eyes.
"What happened that night? And no I am not asking you how and what we did together. I want you to tell me how we ended up in the same bed because I want to know. Please." My voice was coming out as a whisper. I was tired of fighting. Fighting with him, fighting with myself.

"Okay. I will tell you everything." I heard him say before I drifted off to sleep without even realizing our next destination, our next big argument or should I say arguments...





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