3 C.R.I.M.E.S

Chapter 8

Jacqueline POV

Eventually Joseph did end up coming to the room, but he didn’t bother coming to or getting me out of the bathroom and I was perfectly content with that.

What was not fine though, was sleeping in the bathroom. I mean, the bathroom is fancy as hell. It's gorgeous and spacious but its hard ground wasn’t really something you could comfortably sleep on. So instead I settled on just leaning against the door and bringing my knees up. I nestled my head between my knees and slept.

I had suddenly awoken due to the bright sunlight beaming through the window. I tried to stretch out all the kinks in my body to get comfortable but with the weird moves I was pulling, I probably looked like a drunk Britney Spears trying to fit in at a hip hop joint.

I stood up and made my way to the sink, getting ready to brush my teeth- I looked up and nearly grimaced at the sight of my reflection.

A girl spends one night in the bathroom and looks like she's been through three days of constant labour.

I picked out my brush and took my time to brush my teeth. Turning around, I set the shower to luke warm and got in for a long much needed shower.

By the time I looked back into the mirror again, I looked like a new me. Observing my face I noticed I had faint blueish purple finger marks from where Joseph had gripped me last night. I sighed, putting on the robe from the hotel.

I walked to the bathroom door, putting my ear against it and hoped I'd be able to pick out some noise that indicated that Joseph was still in the bedroom.

I looked out at the sunlight and knew that he'd already left. He was an early bird and he tended to take care of some of his business before breakfast, went back to work, missed lunch, but always made his way back in time for dinner.

I slowly unlocked the door to peek out and I had found that he had indeed left.

I sighed in relief and made my way to the bedroom door to lock it. I walked to my wardrobe, taking off my robe en route. I grabbed a pair of panties, not bothering with a bra, a pair sweatpants and an oversized top.

I made my way back to the bed and simply sat on it. That hotel bed had nothing on this bed. I let out a moan of satisfaction as I laid down on the bed thinking about what I was about to do.

A consistent beat kept bringing me out of my sleep. After a while of trying to ignore the sound I realized it was the sound of someone knocking on a door.

Pulling myself out of my slumber I went and unlocked the door to look at the servant girl who stood behind it. She held a tray which carried a plate of food and a glass of juice, "Boss Lady, some breakfast."

I looked at it and my stomach silently grumbled at the sight of it. I was so hungry, but I was still angry, "No. I'm not hungry."

"Bu-" she looked like she was about to protest but thought better of it, instead she quickly nodded and left.

I closed the door behind her, forgetting to lock it as I went and sat back down on the bed. This time I sat cris-cross in the middle of the bed.

I reached out for the telephone that was placed neatly on my side of the bed and punched in my best friend, Tasha's number and I waited for her to pick up.

"Hello?" I hear her voice answer.

"Are you sleeping?" I asked her.

"Of course I'm sleeping, it's 11 in the morning!"

"...it's 11, Tasha not 9, it's the usual time people are up and going about their lives."

"Oh shush, leave me be. What's up with the phone call?"

"s**t hit the fan last night."

"Tell me the end result first."

"I'm back in the house and slept in the bathroom last night."

"Holy f*****g moly! Start from the beginning girl, I need to hear this."

I relayed everything to her as she sat quietly, absorbing every detail on the other end.

"Wow..." Was all she said when I was finished.

"I know."

"What now?"

"I don't know, honestly I'm a bit scared."

"I'm hoping you're not waiting for some kind of advice from me."

"Tasha!"

"I'm sorry but I really have nothing else to say except...good luck?"

"Ugh I'll take that, I guess."

"You know I love you, keep in touch. Eat some food, I know you're hungry, but then again you're stubborn. I have to go now, bye."

"Bye," I said as I put the phone down and put it back in its place.

I needed to get out of here, I can't do this. My stomach was grumbling and I was scared about what was going to happen.

I heard a soft knock again on the door, "mama?"

It opened slowly and Natalya stood there, this time dressed in a cute dress and a floral hairband.

I smiled at her, "hello, my little angel."

She grinned back at me, closing the door behind her as she walked towards me.

"What did you have for breakfast?" I asked her, playing around with her curly hair.

"I had toast with coffee," she hummed in response.

"Where are you going all dressed up today?" I asked, tickling her sides.

"I'm going with uncle Hedeon."

"That's... great."

"I am-"

"I'm sorry Boss Lady, but Natalya is to leave now," a servant interrupted.

I sighed, nodding as I gave Natalya a hug and a kiss.

She left, waving enthusiastically at me and shutting the door behind them.

I spent the rest of the day lazing on that bed, refusing to eat and simply watching the TV which sat in front of the bed on the wall right besides the door.

"Jacqueline," my head snapped to the door to see Joseph standing there, dressed in his suit, like always, holding a tray filled with food.

He seemed a lot calmer than he was yesterday. He walked in and shut the door behind him, making sure to lock it at the same time.

I brought my knees to my chest, watching as he set the tray on the bed before proceeding to strip off his suit jacket and tie.

He sat down besides me, picking up some food with the spoon and held it to my mouth, "eat."

I shook my head no and kept my lips closed, he glared at me, "you haven't eaten the whole day and I can hear your stomach grumbling all the way from downstairs."

I rolled my eyes at him refusing to eat once again.

He sighed, grabbing me and holding me in his arms like he was cradling a baby, I squirmed and tried to fight him but he held me still.

"If you want to act like a baby, I'll treat you like a baby," he said as he picked up the spoon again, "now open up."

Begrudgingly I opened my mouth, eating as fast as I can so to get over this embarrassment.

Finally he put the last spoon into my mouth and I jumped out of his arms. Crossing my arms over my chest, I looked away from him. I felt the bed shift as his muscular arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer to him.

He placed a delicate kiss on my neck, turning me around so that I was facing him. He took my legs and placed them around his waist so that I was straddling him and lifted my head so I was looking at him in the eye.

"You need to stop sulking, detka," he whispered as he played with a strand of my hair, "I didn't kill you. Be happy."

I glared at him, "you don't fuc-"

His lips met mine quickly yet softly. I didn't kiss back until he bit my bottom lip and I opened my mouth for him in return. Letting myself get lost in the kiss.

His tongue explored every inch of my mouth as if it were the first time and I gladly welcomed it. I felt his hands move down to my ass, pushing me against his member.

I let out a grunt of satisfaction as I felt his member rubbing against my core. He placed open mouthed kisses along my collarbone and down my neck as my hands found their way underneath his shirt, enjoying the feel of his hardened abs against my soft hands.

I let out breathy moans as he sucked on my neck harder and pulled my body flush against him.

He groaned as well as I rubbed against his now hardened member. His hands holding tight onto my ass, groping it and trying to bring me closer even though there was no space left.

"Oh f**k," I moaned out as I ran my hand through his hair and he chuckled.

The sound deep and resounding in the empty room.

"Oh f**k indeed," his voice whispered right by my ear and I shivered, "we have to go see Angela in an hour, go get ready."

I pulled away from him slowly, hating that I had to pull away so quickly as I made my way to the wardrobe to put on something decent.

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Angela POV

"Alright, so today's assignment was to write about your first date. So who's going to go first?" I asked as I looked at the couple.

"We didn't write anything," Boss voiced out.

"Why not, Boss?" I asked him.

"There...a lot happened and there was no time," Boss Lady replied.

I nodded my head, "what happened exactly?"

"I simply took Natalya and Jacqueline home."

"No you didn't, you forced me to go with you," she gritted out, "he held a gun to my face."

He chuckled, fixing his tie, "no I didn't hold a gun to her face, I simply...caressed her with a gun. There was no harm done."

"Has Boss ever done something like this before?" I inquired looking at Boss.

"Honestly, Angela," Boss Lady held her hand up stopping me, "you know so much of our problems, it's fine if you just call us Jacqueline and Joseph."

"Oh, no I wouldn-"

"Angela, listen to what Jacqueline says, and just call us by our names."

I cleared my throat, "I'm honoured, Boss. Going back to my previous question, did you ever do something like this to... Jacqueline, Joseph?" Saying their names sounded strange on my tongue.

He leaned back into his chair, slouching a bit, "be more specific."

"Have you ever handled Jacqueline as you did when you went to take Natalya?"

"It just happened once and that was a long time ago," he said to me.

"Why did it happen?" I asked, hoping to get more.

"She wanted to leave," he said finally.

I looked at Jacqueline, "why did you want to leave?"

She sighed, putting her hands delicately in her lap, "I...thought he was cheating on me and uhm, I wanted to leave."

"What did you do when she wanted to leave? Take me through that day," I asked him.

He sighed, throwing his head back on to the back of the chair before bringing it back up, "I was coming back home early that day because I wanted to surprise her and try to spend more time with her considering the fact that since we found out she was pregnant, I was really busy trying to sort everything out before she was like fully in the whole pregnancy process, you know, with the belly and all..."

He cleared his throat, "and uhm, when I got home I found that she was packing her bags and...it's not my proudest moments ok, I just snapped and...just...whatever."

"He seen me packing my bags and asked me what I was doing, so I told him that I was leaving," Jacqueline continued after some time, "he-he went...wild. He broke everything in the room, demanding to know where I was going and with whom. That's when I told him that I was leaving along with my cousin downstairs who came to pick me up and take me home. Joseph didn't believe me...he thought that my cousin was...he thought I was cheating on him with him and uhm..."

I kept quiet, letting her get emotional and watching his reaction to her words.

"He went downstairs, and all I heard was gunshots so I quickly ran downstairs and when I got there..." A sob escaped her, "when I got there...he was dead. Joseph killed him."

"Did you shoot him, Joseph?" I asked, feeling my throat tighten. Jacqueline sat with tears coming down her face, but her face looked so straight forward that if it wasn't for the tears coming down I would've never thought that this had affected her in any way.

"Yes I did," he simply stated, not looking at Jacqueline but rather me.

"Why?"

He paused, "because...because she was going to leave..."

"So you killed him!" She exclaimed turning and facing him, "he was a father! He was a husband! And you took him away from his family! Because of your own damn selfish needs, you...you disgust me!"

"I wasn't thinking that day, Jacqueline. I'm sorry! How many times do I have to say that?!"

"It doesn't matter how many times you say it, it doesn't bring him back!" She screamed louder, "and it doesn't matter how many houses you buy his family...it won’t cover what you've done..."

"Oh your gold digging ass should speak last, where is your damn attitude when you're shopping in France and going on holiday to Dubai? I don't care what you say, Jacqueline, you know my money fixes everything. So suck it up and stop acting like a damn child."

"You know what, f**k you Joseph, you're such a-"

"This is exactly why I'm glad I don't f*****g see you so much."

I watched them lash out at each other, using their raw emotions to say what they needed to in order to get it off their chests.

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