Is It Revenge Or Love?

Morning After

~Deon~

Livid! That’s the only way to describe my mood as I watch her away with that bastard Jensen. I can’t believe she got away. Not only that, she actually put her hands on me. I rub my face again, where her hand makes contact. It still hurts; she packs a punch.

I turn my attention to her pathetic parents, looking at them staring into space. My anger immediately intensifies, and I’m ready to rip heads off. I march toward them, my steps sure and determined. “How the f***k did she get down here?!” Neither of them answers me, and I stop when I’m in front of Georgia. “Did you help her out?!”

“Wwwhat? Why would I do that?”

“You seemed to have an issue with me holding her and were so worried about seeing her. How do I know that you didn’t let her out?”

“I wouldn’t do that! I was worried because I didn’t want her to be mad at us. She needs to have an outlet, just in case. I wanted her to know that both her father and I were there for her no matter what. I wanted to explain everything so she would understand why things had to be this way.” I search her face for any indication that she’s a lying bi.tch, but there’s nothing there. I close my eyes and sigh. This was so perfect, and I had her.

“Jensen!” I clench my fists, wishing he were in front of me so I could deliver a few blows.

“Do you think he was the one who let her out?” I sigh and shake my head. The truth is that I have no idea. I came out here because security told me that there had been a breach. I was told that the men I had watching her weren’t there and there had been a scuffle. They checked the cameras, but Jensen was nowhere around. He wasn’t seen talking to the men or anything. Yet, he’s the only person I can suspect.

“I don’t know, but I sure plan on finding out.”

~Monroe~

We’ve been on the road for a while, and there’s been nothing but silence. Jaylene crossed her arms and faced the window when she got into the car. I’m sure there are a lot of thoughts flowing through her mind, but I won’t force her to talk about it. I want her to want to confide in me.

Just as that thought hits my mind, I push it away. Why the hell would I want that? That goes against my purpose for her and our relationship. I shake my head and look out the window. I let some time pass and look over to check on Jaylene. Her head is leaning back, and her eyes are clothes. Her breathing is even, and her arms are falling down her sides. I clear my throat and look into the rearview mirror. “Just go to my home.” He nods, and I hear the clicking of the turning signal before closing my eyes.

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A knock on the door jolts me. I turn on the bed and groan out a greeting. The door opens, and Dixon walks in. “Good morning, sir.”

“What time is it?” The room is flooded with sunlight, and I clench my eyes tighter to avoid the sting.

“It’s 7 am.” f***k! It’s way too early. It isn’t that I had too much to drink last night or anything; it was just an exhausting situation. I sit up and swing my legs over the edge of the bed. Dixon hands me a mug, and I take a sip, letting the warm liquid flow through me. “So, last night…”

“Yeah, last night was a straight clusterfu.ck. I would have never seen that coming, but I guess that was the point.” Dixon clears his throat, causing me to look at him as I place my mug on the nightstand.

“Why did you save her? Why not just let it play out? Wouldn’t it have served you to let it go?” My jaw ticks in anger, and I take a few breaths to try to calm down. I’m not mad at Dixon; I'm just angry that his questions are making me face something I was trying to ignore. I asked myself the same questions all night, but the answer is not something I’m ready to admit to right now.

“I had a plan for last night, not his sh.itty plan. I want my scenarios to be played out. f***k Deon Gage.” Dixon’s eyes linger on me momentarily before he looks away and focuses on the tablet in his hand. I know he doesn’t buy my explanation, but I also know he won’t push the issue for now.

“Do I need to send something to Ms. Jaylene’s home? An apology bouquet or something?” I shake my head, letting it fall.

“There’s no need. She’s down the hall in the guestroom.” There’s a sharp intake of breath.

“Sir?” I anticipated the shock at my words, so there’s no surprise on my part. I slowly bring my head up and look at Dixon. I know what my expression says, and Dixon knows, too, because all he does is nod. “I’ll have some breakfast made.” I sigh and watch him leave the room. This is not how things were supposed to go, but we’re here now. The only thing to do is make the best of it. I stand and walk to the bathroom. I need a shower.

~Jaylene~

I groan and shift my body. I don’t know what it is, but my bed feels extra soft this morning. Maybe I used a different detergent on my sheets or something. I snuggle into the pillow a bit more, hoping to catch a few more hours of sleep.

My mind is racing, and it doesn’t take long for me to remember what happened last night. I shoot up in bed and look around. Nothing about this room is familiar. It’s a spacious room with two doors. One has to be a closet door, and the other is the room door. The room is painted off-white, and the furniture is dark wood. The blankets and pillows are different tones of green. There’s a chair in the room, and I notice my dress draped over it. I start to hyperventilate, wondering what I did last night. I carefully look down while pulling my blankets back. I notice I have on a man’s button-up shirt.

I search the room for my purse and my phone. I don’t remember having them when I got into the car last night. I notice them on the chair, on top of my dress. Someone grabbed them for me, and I’m grateful. I must be at Monroe’s place, and I have to get out of here.

I throw the blankets back and pull the shirt over my head. I exhale when I see that I’m still in my underwear, but I wonder how I got changed because I don’t remember doing it. I grab my dress and put it on, opting to hold my heels instead of wearing them.