HEY MOONBEAMS! HERE IS THE REST OF CHAPTER 48. SORRY ABOUT THAT! I HANDWRITE ALL MY BOOKS FIRST AND THEN HAVE NOTES AND STUFF WITHIN THE CHAPTERS SOMETIMES, SO I FORGOT THERE WAS MORE TO THIS ONE. FOR YOUR PATIENCE, THO, HERE'S WHAT THOSE NOTES WERE SECTIONED OFF AS:CHAPTER OUTLINES, TANTRIC NOTES 🔥, THINGS NARCISISTS SAY TO GET BACK AT YOU, SIGNS YOU'RE DATING A SOCIOPATH 😳, PSYCOPATH NOTES.
JUST TO LET YA'LL KNOW I DO MY RESEARCH AND TO GIVE YOU A SNEAK PEAK OF WHAT'S AHEAD! (IN THIS BOOK AND IN YOUR LIFE IF YOU'RE CURRENTLY DATING THIS DUDE 💔...ALMOST IMPOSSIBLE TO RECOGNIZE AT FIRST, THOUGH).
AND FOR EVERYONE WHO WAS ASKING FOR A LITTLE BACKGROUND ON RICO IN THIS ONE, AND WHO KEPT ASKING WHY THE HECK JAZZ WAS WITH RICO IN THE FIRST PLACE IN KENNEY...HERE YOU GO! 😘
ENJOY!
Rico watched me for a minute, and then walked up to me and kissed my lips softly. I smiled. He smiled back. He walked around behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. He kissed the top of my head, then sighed into my neck. "All mine." His hands slid up to my breasts and massaged them gently.
I leaned back into him and sighed, too.
Content.
Completely and totally content.
It was the first time that I had ever felt that way.
Home.
At last.
Now I finally belonged somewhere, too.
Rico's hands moved under my shirt and gently caressed my stomach. Then he moved his fingers back to the outside of my shirt and started playing with my buttons.
Suddenly I remembered.
Rico didn't know.
I tried to turn around to face him.
He stopped me by wrapping an arm tightly around my waist.
"Rico, wait..."
He held me tighter and his fingers started flying faster across my buttons, undoing them one by one. I reached my hand up to stop him.
"Wait...don't..."
"Relax, Jazz." He kissed my neck again and flicked open the last button.
"Rico...wait...I have to tell you something..."
But it was too late.
He was already pulling my top down over my shoulder and was trying to slip it all the way off.
He froze when he saw my back.
I hung my head in shame.
The scars were still there.
Deep ones.
All of them.
"Did Remmey do this to you?" His whisper was quiet, deadly.
It was his first time realizing that Remmey had given him something...damaged.
"No. Remmey real good to us." I felt a tear drop, and then another. I tried to stop them, but I couldn't.
"Jazz..." Rico turned me around to face him. He looked angry.
We should have told him. Before...
I could never dress how I knew he liked women to look. I could never walk around with my back out and make his friends envy him the way they did when Ruby walked into the room.
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Jazz: Vol 3 of the Still Waters Series
General FictionJazz, a small town girl, has never been outside of her close-knit section of Baton Rouge, but deep down she knows that there's another world out there just waiting for her to stumble upon it. A world away from her abusive father, away from her inatt...