Jessa's POV "This is ridiculous. You can't keep avoiding me!" I yelled running after him. And by him I mean Alec.

I'd almost cornered him in the kitchen but somebody just had to mention my name. And by somebody I mean Damien.

Two faced snake!

I thought he was on my side. Boy was I wrong. I tried to catch up with Alec but he was running too fast and I wasn't the most athletic person. Eventually I got tired so I had to stop chasing him to catch my breath.

I stood on the corridor and watched a 28 year old man in a suit run away from me like demons from hell were chasing him. He entered his bedroom,which was next to mine.

I know he locked the door because I heard the key turn. Today was the seventh of April, exactly six days after our kids. I thought it'd been magical up until the moment Damien walked in on us and Alec spoke those words, shattering my heart.

I'd decided Alec and I getting back together would never happen hence my goal was to gain his forgiveness and get out of his life since it was more than obvious that my presence didn't necessarily excite him.

I wanted to tell him all this...that I'd respect his decisions, his boundaries. But the brute has been avoiding me for days. He'd gone from mean to plain childish. Was he bipolar or something?

That wasn't the only reason why I was after him. I wanted to ask about the job applications but every time he spotted me he'd just bolt.

I'd be lying if I said that didn't hurt, it hurt a lot, just like it hurt every time he brought a different girl home...I couldn't utter a word about it.

I had no friend, no one to talk to...for fuck's sake a random stranger was closer to my own mother than I'd ever be. For nine years I'd regretted my decision.
Coming back made me realize what I'd thought was regret wasn't.

What I'm feeling now is regret.

"Cupcake? You alright? You look a little out of breath." Damien said from behind me. I try bred around to face him, brushing stray hairs from my face.

Damien looked hot in a black tuxedo. His blonde hair was felled back, his slender eyebrows winging up at the corners, his blue eyes that seemed to light up whenever he smiled, his pale, high colored skin.

There was something about Damien that just made you feel at home, that drew you to him. Sure Damien and I were getting close, but I didn't trust him one bit.

And for good reason too. Now I know what y'all are thinking. That it's the paranoia speaking.
Well...technically it is..but this paranoia has proof that something fishy is going on.

Judging by the Porsche Damien drives around he's probably as rich as Alec. I googled them both online and websites and tabloids state that they're businessmen.

Now I'm sure y'all are wondering where I'm going with this. Relax...I'm not crazy. Get this, they both listed Bright Line Enterprises as their workplace.

Back when I used to live in LA I knew every book and cranny. I was a bit adventurous back then..got me into a shitload of trouble sometimes. Anyways..that's how I know that the company shutdown years ago.

They built it years back but after the mysterious death of the manager, his family shut it down. The building despite how old it was, was still standing. It even looked like people worked in it.

A couple of days ago I made Thomas drive me there to check it out. It was dusty as hell...but more importantly it looked like it'd been empty for years.

Which had me wondering...what the hell do they do for a living? What are they both hiding? I wasn't stupid...it had to be something illegal.

I had to admit, Alec had really changed. Back when we were still dating, he'd wanted to be a policeman, said he wanted to help fight for justice. A couple years later and he's here breaking the law.

I wasn't going to judge either. I'd done my share fair of bad things and till this day I regret doing them.

"Out of breath? I'm about to pass out. Is he secretly a track star or something? Who the hell runs that fast?" I managed to get out in between pants.

He chuckled, flashing me his perfect set of white teeth. "He wasn't even going that fast." He retorted. I glared at him, shooting daggers with my eyes.

"Sorry!" He said raising his hands in defeat as he walked up to me. "Why is he avoiding me? I'm not going to bug him. I just wanna ask about the applications we sent."

A frown came and left his face so quickly I almost thought I'd imagined it...almost...

"I would love to tell you why he's acting this way..sadly I haven't the slightest idea but I can ask about your applications for you."

"Really? Thanks...that'd be great."

" You're welcome cupcake." He said bringing his hand up to ruffle my hair. My heart skipped a little. Don't get me wrong. I don't see Damien that way. After everything i went through in New Orleans I was still wary of being touched by people.

I guess you can call it an after effect of the trauma I endured.

Millie's POV
"Millie!! Mill, come quick! Oh...I'm dying..I can't breathe..this is it." Cece cried out from somewhere in the house.

I rolled my eyes. Laying in bed, staring at the ceiling a chuckle escaped my lips. This was the third time she'd called me in five minutes. She really was getting old.

"I'm coming!" I yelled. I slipped on my bunny slippers and left my room. Reaching the living room, I leaned against the doorway as I stared at the seventy year old woman I'd come to adore.

"Yes Cece? Anything the matter?" She visibly struggled as she leaned forward, trying to reach something. I just burst out laughing, ignoring her glare.

She sat in her favorite armchair,wrapped up like a burrito in a huge blanket, a pillow behind her head. She tried reaching for the remote on the coffee table but she just looked ridiculous.

Believe it or not this was a regular occurrence. The blanket basically swallowed her but she claimed it was the most comfortable thing she'd ever owned so I let her be.

"Young lady would you quit laughing and help me? Curse by the sea is on and I just can't miss it." She elaborated.

"Ah yes...the telenovela you enjoy so much. You can forget to take your medicines but not your telenovela."

"Si! Now quit judging me. When you're my age you'll understand me."

" I highly doubt that old age comes with developing an inexplicable love for telenovelas."

" No tengo tiempo para discutir. Solo dame el maldito control remoto por el amor de Dios. Me voy a perder la telenovela."
{ I don't have time to argue. Just give me the damn remote for the love of God. I'm gonna miss the telenovela}

"Bueno, ya que lo preguntaste tan amablemente, ¿por qué no?" I retorted sarcastically before grabbing the remote for her.
{Well since you asked so nicely, why not?}

No, I'm not Mexican but when you live with Cece for a while, you manage to catch a few sentences here and there. She snatched it out of my hand and immediately changed the channel.

I chuckled at how cute she was. "Anything else ?"

"No, gracias." {thank you}

"De nada." {You're welcome}

I left as soon as she started singing the theme song. Cece and her telenovelas were unseasonable. I had nothing to do so I decided to get some shut eye.

Getting back in bed, I closed my eyes. A ping from my phone startled me awake. I grabbed my phone from under my pillow.

I turned my phone off not wanting to hear his reply...that short conversation already had my heart beating faster.

Damien...what are you doing to me? Why is it getting harder to say no to you as the days go by?

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