locked eyes for a few seconds with Mitch. His beady, hazel-eyes gazed icily back. On top of the table in the center of the room lay two open briefcases with rows of cash inside. Summer’s heart jerked as she made her way to Jesse’s bedroom.
Once inside she kicked off her shoes. Pacing the floor with her hands on her hips, Summer’s mind went one hundred miles a minute. That was a lot of money being exchanged. Normal businessmen didn’t collect their money that way—criminals did. Summer needed to learn more about Jesse’s enterprises. That kind of money could solve a lot of her problems.
In less than 10 minutes, Jesse joined her in the room.
“I’m not going to keep asking you to tell me what happened to your face. I’m demanding it. And don’t tell me no bullshit like you fell down some steps or some shit like that. I wasn’t born yesterday, so start with the truth. That’s a perfect fist mark on your eye,” Jesse said, pointing at her face. Summer flopped down on the end of Jesse’s enormous, custom-made circular bed. Exhausted, she cupped her face in her hands.
“I’m waiting,” Jesse huffed.
“It was Rex…” Summer sobbed.
“What? Move your hands and look at me! I can’t hear you!” Jesse roared. Summer had never seen Jesse like this before. He was usually debonair, reserved, and cool. She moved her hands. The left side of her face throbbed.
“It was Rex, okay? Rex fucked me up last night! He found out that I was dating you and became jealous! Although he’s got a wife and countless women on the side, he still doesn’t like that his lowly personal assistant is with someone else. He attacked me out of nowhere and just pounded on me!” Summer sobbed wretchedly, her shoulder’s quaking with every word.
Jesse’s whole body seemed to vibrate with anger. Jesse’s jaw rocked, wired with rage. He moved, but in no one particular direction. He put his hands up like he wanted to say something. His mouth opened, but no words came out. He went back to pacing, fists clenched at his sides.
“I’m scared of him, Jesse. If I quit, I have nothing to support myself with,” Summer pleaded her case. “He threatened to hurt you if I continue seeing you,” she whimpered.
Jesse exploded, sending his fist into a wall next to the bed. He didn’t take kindly to threats or woman beaters. He grew up watching his stepfather abuse his mother while he stood by helplessly. He wasn’t about to let the past repeat itself.
“Please Jesse, I don’t know what to do!” Summer begged.
“Go take a bath and make yourself at home. I’ll be back,” Jesse grabbed his leather jacket off of his closet doorknob and headed towards the door.
“Where are you going? Don’t leave me here,” Summer implored. Jesse grabbed her roughly and pulled her against his body. He hugged her tightly. He didn’t want to let her go, but he needed to settle the score with Rex.
“Nobody will ever hurt you again. You hear me?” He gently kissed the top of her head. “Nobody,” he said with finality.
Summer let out an appreciative whimper, shaking her head up and down vigorously to let him know she believed him.
“I’ll be back soon,” Jesse said without giving her a chance to protest.
Summer waited a couple of minutes after he left before she started celebrating. She waltzed into Jesse’s ultra-modern open floor plan kitchen, pulled out a wine glass, and poured the last of a dry red wine he had open on his counter. Summer could definitely get used to living like this.
“Here’s to me for being the smartest little poor girl around. These rich business men can’t fuck with my game,” Summer toasted herself with a wicked smile.
Getting herself a black eye was the hard part, using it to her advantage was the easy part.
“Don’t worry, abuelita, you will get the care you need. I have not forgotten
Once inside she kicked off her shoes. Pacing the floor with her hands on her hips, Summer’s mind went one hundred miles a minute. That was a lot of money being exchanged. Normal businessmen didn’t collect their money that way—criminals did. Summer needed to learn more about Jesse’s enterprises. That kind of money could solve a lot of her problems.
In less than 10 minutes, Jesse joined her in the room.
“I’m not going to keep asking you to tell me what happened to your face. I’m demanding it. And don’t tell me no bullshit like you fell down some steps or some shit like that. I wasn’t born yesterday, so start with the truth. That’s a perfect fist mark on your eye,” Jesse said, pointing at her face. Summer flopped down on the end of Jesse’s enormous, custom-made circular bed. Exhausted, she cupped her face in her hands.
“I’m waiting,” Jesse huffed.
“It was Rex…” Summer sobbed.
“What? Move your hands and look at me! I can’t hear you!” Jesse roared. Summer had never seen Jesse like this before. He was usually debonair, reserved, and cool. She moved her hands. The left side of her face throbbed.
“It was Rex, okay? Rex fucked me up last night! He found out that I was dating you and became jealous! Although he’s got a wife and countless women on the side, he still doesn’t like that his lowly personal assistant is with someone else. He attacked me out of nowhere and just pounded on me!” Summer sobbed wretchedly, her shoulder’s quaking with every word.
Jesse’s whole body seemed to vibrate with anger. Jesse’s jaw rocked, wired with rage. He moved, but in no one particular direction. He put his hands up like he wanted to say something. His mouth opened, but no words came out. He went back to pacing, fists clenched at his sides.
“I’m scared of him, Jesse. If I quit, I have nothing to support myself with,” Summer pleaded her case. “He threatened to hurt you if I continue seeing you,” she whimpered.
Jesse exploded, sending his fist into a wall next to the bed. He didn’t take kindly to threats or woman beaters. He grew up watching his stepfather abuse his mother while he stood by helplessly. He wasn’t about to let the past repeat itself.
“Please Jesse, I don’t know what to do!” Summer begged.
“Go take a bath and make yourself at home. I’ll be back,” Jesse grabbed his leather jacket off of his closet doorknob and headed towards the door.
“Where are you going? Don’t leave me here,” Summer implored. Jesse grabbed her roughly and pulled her against his body. He hugged her tightly. He didn’t want to let her go, but he needed to settle the score with Rex.
“Nobody will ever hurt you again. You hear me?” He gently kissed the top of her head. “Nobody,” he said with finality.
Summer let out an appreciative whimper, shaking her head up and down vigorously to let him know she believed him.
“I’ll be back soon,” Jesse said without giving her a chance to protest.
Summer waited a couple of minutes after he left before she started celebrating. She waltzed into Jesse’s ultra-modern open floor plan kitchen, pulled out a wine glass, and poured the last of a dry red wine he had open on his counter. Summer could definitely get used to living like this.
“Here’s to me for being the smartest little poor girl around. These rich business men can’t fuck with my game,” Summer toasted herself with a wicked smile.
Getting herself a black eye was the hard part, using it to her advantage was the easy part.
“Don’t worry, abuelita, you will get the care you need. I have not forgotten
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