Jackass Boss [COMPLETED]

Proposal, hearted session!

The car ride back to the house was painfully quiet.

Isabel didn't say much—and I didn't either.

She loves me.

I know that. And I almost used her as a shield to escape from my own pain.

But thank God I didn't go through with it.

Back in my room, I took a long, scalding shower, hoping the heat would burn away the guilt. I leaned against the cold tile, thoughts spinning—Jessy, Isabel, the pictures, the mess I created. I can't keep being selfish. I need to fix this... somehow.

I went to Jessy's room.

She was sitting on the edge of the bed, her eyes distant, expression blank like her soul had packed up and left. It broke something in me.

"Jessy," I called softly.

She looked up, startled.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

She gave the smallest nod but didn't speak. Didn't look me in the eyes.

I walked toward her and reached for her hand. She flinched—avoiding my touch.

That hurt. But I deserved it.

I sat beside her.

"It wasn't your fault," I began. "It was mine."

My voice cracked with the weight of everything I hadn't said.

"When I saw those pictures... I lost it. I blamed you. I blamed Emanuel. I blamed the whole damn world. I wanted something to make it stop hurting, so I drank. Isabel came over, and for a moment... I almost went too far."

I paused, watching her face. She didn't cry. She didn't shout.

She just looked... defeated.

"We kissed," I admitted. "But I stopped. I couldn't go through with it. Not because I didn't want to forget, but because I couldn't punish Isabel. And I couldn't disrespect what I feel for you."

"You don't owe me an explanation," she said finally. Her voice was low, guarded. "He sent me the pictures too. I hated myself for even letting it happen. But I didn't come here to justify anything, Jay."

She looked at me then—really looked at me. Her eyes were red, but fierce.

"I want to say goodbye."

"What?"

"If anything happens to me, please take care of my daughter," she said with a calmness that scared me more than any screaming ever could. "Out of everyone... I trust you the most."

She stood up.

"Jessy, wait—"

"I'm leaving, Jay. I don't want to be someone's guilt. I don't want to be a burden you carry because you think you owe me something."

I stood and grabbed her wrist. "Stop running from me."

She shook her head, trying to pull away. "Let me go."

"No."

"Jay—"

"Come with me," I said, already pulling her toward my room.

"Jay, what are you—?"

"Just come."

Inside, I opened my closet and pulled out a small velvet box from the corner.

"I bought this five years ago," I told her. "For you. And every single day since, I've looked at it. Wondering when I'd finally be man enough to give it to you."