A/N THIS PART TWO OF A DOUBLE UPDATE!

I bought the whiskey on Christopher's tab and we disappeared off into his room. It was not quite as extravagant as my room, but it was luxurious as hell.

I ran and jumped on the bed backwards, moving my arms over the silky sheets I made pretend snow angels.

Jeremy was laughing at me, but I didn't care. I sat up and crossed my legs. He sat on the bed with me and we passed the bottle between us whilst listening to the French radio.

"Why did you frown at me like that? What did he tell you the mission was?" I asked curiously.

"That you were kidnapped by a man named Henry, who happens to be head of the opposition, in some sort of retaliation for the company killing his best friend?"

I gulped down more whiskey like it was water. That lying son of a bitch. "He lied." I took a deep breath. "Do you want to know what happened?"

He looked at me and nodded. "Christopher sent me on a mission to investigate Henry. He wanted justice for his wife and brother, but Henry wasn't the guy. I got the file for Christopher, but he wasn't happy. On the mission, I slept with Henry. Kassie had sent a PI to follow me and the photos got back to Christopher. So he ordered me to kill him, but I couldn't. Just like; if I didn't back away from you when I did and he had found out about us, I wouldn't have let anything happen to you." I let out the breath I didn't know I was holding in. "You believe me don't you?"

"I do Daisy."

"And not only that, I found out Christopher has known who I was all along. He's the reason my dad had to leave and he was coming to kill me and my mother before he found me in the mess I was in."

"And so he took you for himself?" Jeremy asked, I nodded. "That just makes what he did to you a thousand times worse." He took a swig of whiskey and passed the bottle to me. "You need this more than I do." he laughed with a warmth in his voice.

I took a swig, screwed the cap on laid back on the bed. Jeremy laid down next to me.

"I need to stop drinking my problems away."

"Probably," he giggled like a teenager.

I reached for his hand and held it tightly, aside from Henry, Jeremy was the person that I had ever confessed who I was to. In the past he'd made me feel warm, he'd given me hope and a safe place to share and I ended it because I had to, not because I wanted to.

"I missed this." I whispered. I could feel the nostalgia running through my veins, soothing me, allowing me to bring my guard down.

"I miss Ireland." he sighed.

"Ireland was pretty amazing. We used to have fun, didn't we?" I smiled to myself.

He squeezed my hand tighter, "Yes, yes we did." I heard the breath of his smile dance in the air.

"Isn't it your real birthday tomorrow?"

"What? No. Wait," I rolled onto my side to look at him, "what's the date?" I asked, biting my lip.

"November 26th."

"How could I forget?" I fell back onto my back.

"Does he even know?" He rolled onto his side, and looked at me.

"As far as I know he doesn't, but who knows what he knows anymore." I took the hotel air into my lungs. With him I could breathe, there was no cheap lies or deceiving eyes; we knew everything about each other.

"You're so beautiful Daisy," he said gently. I looked up to see his eyes sparkling under the soft lights. There was no doubt that he was gorgeous, and once upon a time I had felt my heart falling for him, but I knew back then that it would never be able to be.

"As much as memory lane would taste so sweet, I can't." I frowned at him.

"You should know me better than to think I'd only ask you back here for that."

I averted my eyes back to the ceiling. "No, I do, it's not that."

"You love Henry, don't you?" The words trailed out of Jeremy's mouth like his deepest regrets.

"I do," I frowned a little, my breaths quickening.

"Hey, what's wrong?" he asked with his hand on my torso, rubbing his thumb back and forth over my fragile existence.

"I do, I love him. And that can never happen, you know? I can never have him and even if I did? What then? If he knew everything, he'd never stay."

"So you left him, like you left me? Daisy, you, ah! You are so much more than what you think you are. I think you've been playing the character of Jessica so long you've forgotten who Daisy is. She didn't die that day in your house with your mother and she didn't die when your father left either. You are a survivor, yes, but you are so much more than that. You are funny and courageous and sarcastic. You are kind and delicate and warm, but hard when you have to be. You're not what you've done or who you've been, you're amazing Daisy." He took a deep breath.

My tears were flooded with warmth, part of me wished I'd never let him go. He always knew what words to grace me with.

"This is going to sound outrageous because you've just confessed your love for someone else to me, but I, I have never stopped loving you Daisy. What I'm trying to say is; if he cares for you, the way I care for you, he's never going to stop loving you either, regardless of who you've been or what you've done."

"Maybe we should have run away together, to an average town with neighbours, we secretly hated." I tried to laugh off the tears. "Adopt a few kids, dress them in chinos with bow ties and tea dresses and matching shoes and bows."

He laughed with me, finally smiling I sat up with him and threw my arms around him. I held him close for a minute before letting go.

"So if you're here with Christopher, where does Kassie fit into all of this?" he questioned and hell, it was a bloody good question, I had no idea.

"I don't know, I mean I don't know if she would even want me after I literally slept with the "enemy" and ran away with him, oh and fell in love with him." I laughed awkwardly.

"But didn't she call you? I heard Christopher having a huge argument with her on the phone before we left."

"Yes, she did, she told me to run. I didn't really know what to think, but she saved everyone whether she meant to or not." I sighed, still not knowing what to think.

"But why would she risk it?" he frowned.

"I don't think she has ever or will ever know what her dad is capable of. You know I hid it from her for as long as we were together." I half smiled and took another swig of whiskey from the bottle. The radio was filling the now still air between us both.

Just then the phone Christopher had given me began to ring. I reluctantly pressed the answer button, my stomach twisted itself into anxiety knots whilst I waited to hear his voice.

"Jessica, this meeting is going to take longer than I had initially thought. So I won't be able to make it back tonight. Use my card and go out for food or order room service. I'm really sorry," he sighed," I love you Jessica. I've really got to go." The line went dead.

I looked up at Jeremy with a puzzled look on my face. Jeremy's phone buzzed straight after, the messages that followed were detailed "instructions" to basically make sure I didn't escape from his clutches.

"What the fucks going on?" he asked rhetorically.

"I don't know, but I don't really care either. So, do you want some food? Cause I'm bloody starving."

"Sure, me too." he shook off the weirdness Christopher had thrust upon us.

It was undeniable that the conversation was weird, it didn't seem right, but I was just happy I didn't have to deal with him tonight.

A/N

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