JESSICA

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Henry brushed my skin with his fingertips, drawing daisies on me whilst I lay in his warm embrace.

"I love your name. It suits you." he said softly.

"It suits me? What am I? A delicate flower?" I laughed.

"You can laugh, but your soul is delicate." I felt his smile on the back of my neck.

"You know, it's not my real name. My dad used to call me it." I sighed sadly at the thought of my dad. I missed him. He was the only light in my life and when he left, he took it with him.

He ran his hand down my side to my waist and rolled me onto my back. He leaned over me, leaning on his elbow, he rested his head on his hand. He looked like an angel in the morning, with his ruffled hair and those god damn eyes, they turned me to putty.

"What's your real name?" he asked.

"Delilah." I answered.

A cheeky smile spread across his face. "Delilah?" he asked, knowing the answer was yes.

A smile crept across my lips. "Oh, stop." I playfully pushed his chest. "See, this is why I don't use it."

"Well, I love it." he widened his smile further, flashing his white teeth at me.

I ran my teeth across my bottom lip and held my hand against his head gently, rubbing my thumb up and down on his cheek. I wanted him. His taste, his touch, his presence. He made me feel warm, cared for. But I knew I shouldn't.

I rolled away and sat up on the edge of his bed. I searched the floor with my eyes for my dress and grabbed it. Slipping it over my head, I stood up.

"I should leave." I uttered. My heart was pounding in my chest, pounding against me, pounding for me to stay.

Before I knew it, he was standing behind me, "You don't have to." he slid his hands around my waist. "You can always stay."

"I have enjoyed these last few days with you, but I have a home and a girlfriend to get home to. However much I want to stay, I can't."

He turned me around in his grip. I looked up at his emerald green eyes. "I understand." He uttered softly, melting me like butter.

"I'll be back in touch, don't you worry." I said, and with that I left.

***

I answered my phone to the annoyance of Christopher, I could see the blood starting to boil under his skin. Good.

"Hello darling." I sang down the phone.

"Jess, you answered! Are you coming back soon?" Kassie asked.

"I will be back later, I'm just with your father now." I said just loud enough for him to hear.

"Good, I can't wait to show you just how much I've missed you." she giggled.

"You're such a naughty girl." I whispered. "But I should really go, I'll be home soon."

"Okay J, bye."

Before I could reply, she put down the phone. I looked up at Christopher, who was now looking physically agitated.

"I'm sorry, would you want me to upset your daughter?" I widened my eyes at him.

He tapped his fingers on the desk, staying quiet for a minute. That's when I knew, I knew I'd overstepped my mark.

"I'd like you to remember your place girl. Or would you like me to remind you of it?" He leaned forward and grabbed my wrist. "Because I can if you want me to." he warned me, and boy did I get the hint.

"I'm okay, thank you." my lips trembled as I pulled away my hand from his.

"Good. Now tell me their names?"

"I can do you one better." I slammed a file on his desk, the file that held the information on what ruined his life. The file that kept him the bitter bastard he is.

"What's this?" he asked rhetorically. He picked it up and flicked through this. I watched as his heart sank reading the words of the aforementioned file.

He closed it, placed it on his desk and leaned back in his Italian leather chair. He rubbed his hands over his face, then what looked like a light bulb switched on above his head, he set his hands on the desk and stared at me with some kind of repressed anger.

"How did you get this file? This specific file?" he asked as he stared down into me. I felt his darkness reaching in and trying to grab my soul.

"I slipped something in his drink and broke into his file cabinet."

"And this file just happened to be there?" he snapped back. I knew he didn't believe me.

I leaned forward and rested my fingertips on the desk. "Where would you keep the files that could hurt you the most?" I asked.

He leaned back in his chair and stared at me. "Okay." he agreed with me. "So you'll have no problem in killing him then."

"He's an innocent person in this, he doesn't need to die." I felt the rage using my body as a furnace, getting hotter and hotter.

"He is no innocent man Jessica, you've read his file. Now you're going to kill him, or I will get someone else to do it."

My lips trembled ready to burst with revolt. I couldn't kill him. I knew he'd done things, but so had I. Was this a look into the future for me? Once he's done with me will he put me in the kill pile too. Probably.

"Okay," I said, "but can I at least spend a few days with Kassie first."

"You have till the end of the week, then someone else will get the job done." he said firmly.

My stomach was as nauseous as a sea sick sailor's. I needed more time, but I suppose 4 days would have to do. I stood up and left his office.

I couldn't kill him and I knew it.

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