Jessa's POV

I turned around, almost missing my step on the wet asphalt and held on to my bag because my life depended on it. I couldn't lose that bag! No way!

"Let it go! It's mine. You're not taking this!" I yelled at the thief, still tugging my bag. If he thought I'd scream and run away like a scared little girl he was wrong. I would fight tooth and nail for my bag.

Nine fucking years in New Orleans taught me to stand up for myself... sometimes. He was tall and skinny, about 6'2. He had a black face mask on so all I could see were his black eyes.

He grunted in response and tugged harder. He let one hand off the bag and did the unexpected. He punched me right in the face. "You fucking coward!" I cussed in anger as the pain made me lose my balance and fall straight to the ground, letting go off the bag.

I cried in pain as I watched him run away with my money... Hailey's fucking money. "No! Please! I need it! Please!" I yelled after him. He didn't care though. I watched his running figure until he disappeared.

Then I broke down and cried my heart out. I just can't stop losing. It was gone. I had no money, no clothes, nowhere to go and I was lost in a city I no longer remembered.

I don't know how long I sat there but at some point the rain stopped. A car drove by and stopped right in front of me. I ignored it. I didn't know anyone here. It could be a kidnapper for all I know.

The person honked but i ignored it. "Get inside the fucking car Jessa! " He yelled startling me.

Alec's POV
She looked like a wet dog. She jumped at the sound of my voice before looking at me. Even in her horrible state she looked so fucking cute. She looked like a wet dog.

She got up slowly her whole body visibly shaking. My fists clenched at the sight of her. The bandage wrapped around her hair was bloody, her nose was bloody and crooked and she was wet all over, her clothes sticking to her.

She looked miserable, so beaten. She looked like she'd given up. What the hell happened to her?

"No, I'm alright. I don't need any help. I'm fine." She voiced out, her voice trembling. She was turning pale from the cold. I groaned in annoyance, pinching my nose as my nose. Why the fuck did she have to be so stubborn?

"Cece's gonna want to see you in a few days. Until then you're my responsibility. She can't see you looking half dead. It'll worsen her condition. So stop being stubborn and get in the car or so help me I will drag you inside by your hair." I yelled at her.

I'd lied. Well partially...truth is no matter what she'd done, I couldn't bare to see her suffering. I wanted her safe. She nodded timidly and walked to the passenger side before getting in. She closed the door and I continued home after turning on the heater.

"What happened?" I asked. I could tell she was cold by how pale she'd gotten and the bluish tinge on her lips. "I- I ...g- got robbed...s- someone sn- snatched my bag." She stuttered, her teeth were chattering.

I'm sure her body could barely warm her, she'd lost so much weight she was practically skin and bones.

"You were walking on the streets by yourself in the middle of the night. You were practically begging to be robbed. Couldn't you stay at a hotel or something?" I snapped. She should've known better.

She ignored me as she hugged her shoulders and looked down. Was that harsh? This is what she does to me! She fucking makes me lose control. When I got to the gate the security guard opened the door and I drove in.

Over the years I'd earned a lot of money from working with the mafia. Aside from taking care of Cece's medical bills, I built myself a mansion and bought a few cars. The house was huge. I bought it with the hope that one day I'd get my family back.

Nine years later and that day is almost here. A few more months and I'd get them back. I parked the car in the garage. Turning off the ignition, I sighed and looked at her. "You can stay with me." I said softly and got out of the car, not giving her room to argue.

You can stay with me? What am I thinking? I can't face her everyday! It's been less than a day and my mind is already messed up. But I can't also leave her on the streets with nothing. She followed behind me as I entered the house.

I walked towards the guest room next to my room and opened the door, gesturing for her to enter. I walked in behind her, noticing how water dripped down her body. Her clothes stuck to her body showing every curve of her body.

A body I used to know like the back of my hand..every inch of her...I groaned in frustration. This was not the time to get a boner. She was a temptress yet she didn't even know it. "Go take a shower. I'll bring you some clothes to change into." I said and left before she could say anything.

Going downstairs I heated up a bowl of chicken soup that Aaliyah had made for me. Grabbing Tylenol from the cabinet, I headed upstairs to her room. When I got there she wasn't inside but I could hear the shower running.

Images of her naked in the bathroom, water glistening, running down her curvaceous body flashed through my mind. It'd been a while since I'd gotten laid. Sure I fucked around a little after she left but...after a while I couldn't. I felt guilty.

I put the food and medicine on the beside table and rushed out of the room. "What the fuck is wrong with me?" I asked myself. She leaves you for nine years. She comes back, doesn't give you an explanation and what do you do?

You stand in your closet wondering which of your hoodies she'd like better. I groaned in frustration. I felt like an idiot. I was angry at her but...I didn't know what to do. I was madly in love with her but after what she put me through...I wasn't sure I could ever recover.

I grabbed a couple of my clothes and headed towards her room, not bothering to knock. Upon entering I found her sitting on the bed, a tiny towel wrapped around her.

I stared at her long legs. Thoughts of mounting her on that bed, her legs wrapped around me as I made love to her flashed through my mind....I gulped.

She was staring ahead of her, lost in thought, her lips forming an adorable pout. I couldn't keep thinking like this I'm angry at her. I should hate her. I can't let her back in regardless of my feelings. Clearing my throat I drew her attention.

I place the clothes on the bed and turned around to leave. "Wait!" I turned around to face her, an eyebrow raised as I tried not to show any emotion.

" I- I wanted to say thank you for letting me stay here and everything. But I can't stay here for free. I don't have money but I can cook and clean." She said.

Jessa was never one to take things for free. That hadn't changed. She believed in "hardwork pays" no matter how terrible things got for her.

That was one of the things I used loved about her. I also hated her for always running away from her problems.

"Sure. I take breakfast at eight and dinner at nine." I said nonchalantly and left the room, slamming the door behind me.

I couldn't deal with all these mixed feelings. I needed to let all the frustration out. I headed to my basement. I put on a pair of gloves and attacked the punching bag.

One week later....
Jessa's POV

I'd been staying with Alec for a week now and I can tell you one thing, he fucking hates me. He can barely stand to be in the same room with me and if he is all I get is cold glaring.

He barely shows any emotion apart from anger and disgust. He takes his breakfast and leaves for work. I don't even know where he works. Me, on the other hand, I'm stuck in his house all day with nothing to do because his security guards won't let me leave.

He comes home late so I usually leave his dinner in the microwave so he can reheat it. He makes sure to avoid me and everytime I ask him something he gives short clipped answers. Frankly I've never felt so unwanted in my life. But I deserved it. So I shut up and let him treat me that way.

A few days ago he finally took me out of the house. I was so excited even though me being excited seemed to annoy him. He's so grumpy. He took me shopping. He gave me his credit card and told me to go crazy. Well he didn't exactly say that but he implied it.

But me being me I didn't. I know what you're thinking. She's so stupid! Well I don't care. It wasn't my money and it felt wrong to spend it. So I only bought the bare necessities and promised him that I'd pay him back. I'd been so happy.

He hadn't given me a chance to apologise and I hadn't attempted to. I was avoiding the question why...simply because I couldn't explain why. We got back home and he got back to glaring and avoiding. It hurt.

It was currently midnight and I couldn't sleep so I'd turned on the large TV to watch some cartoons... SpongeBob to be precise. I don't know why but it never gets old. Whoever wrote it is a genius.

I heard the door open and slam shut. Alec was back! Yeesh! Another fun session of glaring. Note the sarcasm.

"Jessa! Jessa! Where the fuck are you?!!" He yelled in anger as he stumbled in, searching for me. My heart beat faster as I began to panic. Why was he angry? I'd cooked his dinner and I hadn't done anything stupid. Or had I?

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Hello😌
What'd you think? Alec just amuses me..it's so fun messing with his head.

Alec: You bitch!

Author: Want me to kill Jessa? (Smirks)

Alec: erm...no..yes. .no Please don't...I don't know...(pulls hair in frustration)

Author: Yeah, that's what I thought. Now pipe down before I cripple you
(Smirks)😏

😌I'm the boss.

Anyways, what is Alec bitching about in the chapter? Why is he mad? What did Jessa do?

Alec: How are they supposed to know? You haven't put up the next chapter you bozo..

Author: ( Starts to write Alec's death in next chapter)

Alec: I'll shut up. I swear

Author: 😌Better.