Chapter forty-seven: She Wants Your Money

Chapter forty-seven: She Wants Your Money

Jeffrey

I folded my hands on the top of my desk, staring down at the boy in front of me. He was slumped in my seat, returning a similar stare with his arms crossed as well as his legs.

I don't want to hurt him, if he could agree to simply stay away from Jessica, there would be no issues and we could go about our daily lives. He rolled his lips between his teeth as I explained Jessica's request, making sure every detail and point were clear and he understood what was being asked of him.

"And I won't be charged with anything?" I nodded, holding back the heavy, annoyed sigh I wanted to let out.

"Yes, there will be no pressed charge if you simply back off."

He smirked a little and shook his head, leaning forward and resting his elbow in his knees.

"I can't even believe any of this?"

I frowned slightly, what the hell was he not understanding? Before I could say anything, he spoke.

"I can't believe she is fúcking older guy than me."

I slammed my hands down on the desk, my jaw tensed as well as my entire body. He was startled at my sudden outburst and stared at me with wide eyes.

"Listen to me, you are lucky that you were related to me and she doesn't want to press charges. Now, you either stay the hell away from her or I will take care of you myself, not mind any relations."

"You just want her for yourself." He sneered as he stood up to look somewhat intimidated.

"I bet she only wants you for your money. When was the last time you actually had a woman who wanted you for anything other than your credit card. Even Gladys married you for money and that is why both of got divorc….."

I reached across the desk and grabbed a handful of his shirt, pulling his face closer to mine so he would finally get the fúcking hint.

"I am going to tell you one last time so you finally get it through your thick skull. Don't talk to her anymore, if I ever hear about you harassing her again, I will forget our relationship and hunt you down."

He was silent but his facial expressions were blank. I harshly let go of him and dismissed him from my office. I sat down in my chair and immediately let my head fall down to the surface of my desk. Finally letting out the annoyed, heavy sigh I had been holding in for the last hour.


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Jessica Pov.

I called Luke to pick me up and take me to Jeffrey's office after my classes since he wasn't picking my calls. I felt bad or maybe just impatient because I didn't have Juliet's number to contact her to find out what had been going on.

I went straight to his floor when I arrived, waving Juliet and asking if Jeffrey was available and she he frowned.

"He left a while ago, something about going home early today."

"Really?" I said with a confused look.

It didn't seem like him to go home from work early, especially when he kept worrying about all the paperwork he had to do before he left for Paris.

"Okay, thanks."

I left his office without another word, going down to the lobby and out to see Luke waiting in the car, I hopped in immediately.

"Take me to Jeffrey's house, Juliet said he went home early." He gave me a quizzical look on the car engine.

"That is strange, he completely surpassed me then. I will take you there now."

"Thank you."

We drove to Jeffrey's house and I thanked him again, finally figuring out that Jeffrey had driven himself back home from work without contacting his driver Luke and that is why he didn't know his whereabouts. I headed up to his floor and found the door. It was quiet for a moment but then I heard the soft footsteps before the door swung open, revealing a messy-haired, drunken looking Jeffrey, still in his work clothes.

"Hi, Princess." He drew out with a lazy smile.

"How was school today?"

"Jeffrey, are you drunk?" I walked in, looking at the clock on the wall.

"It is only two in the afternoon."

"It's evening somewhere." He waved his hand.

"You left work early to come home and drink?"

"No, nooooo." He said dramatically.

"I came home because I was tired and that stupid meeting with Steven made me mad."

"How did it go? What happened?"

He frowned as if deep in thoughts and I took his arms, leading him over to the couch to sit. He was about to take another swig from his whiskey glass but I took it from him, placing it on the table.

"Hey, that is mine." He whined.

"Tell me what happened?" He sighed.

"Steven basically told me that I was old and that you only wanted me for my money and he couldn't believe you picked me over him." I rolled my eyes.

"Jeffrey, you know that is not true."

"Is it?" He questioned, looking at me with a questioning gaze.

"Really? When was the last time I had a girlfriend who didn't want me for my money."

"Jeffrey, you know in your right mind that I don't want to be with you solely for money. I have money of my own that I can spend how I please, I don't need to spend your money."

"But I like buying you gifts."

"Then that is how you choose to spend it. Steven is an asshole and you know that, we all know that."

"But…."

"Is this why you are drunk?" He pressed his lips, his bottom one sticking out a little.

I sighed and took his hand, intertwining our fingers and sitting so I was facing.

"Jeffrey, I can't believe you are letting a twenty-two year old boy douchebag get to you. You know I would never hurt you in any way."

He slumped in his seat, letting his head fall back against the couch. I hated when he brought up topics like this and him being intoxicated wasn't making it better.

"You won't leave me, will you?" He suddenly asked.

It was so soft that I almost didn't hear him. I looked at him with wide eyes and furrowed eyebrows.

"Of course not," he squeezed my hand and let his eyes flutter shut but I tugged his arms.

"Come on, why don't we get you to shower and I can get you some food."

He groaned a little, scrunching his eyebrows and rubbing his eyes with the back of his free hand.

"But I want to lay here."

"No, Jeffrey. Come on, let's get you showered and you can lay down in your nice bed."

He moaned again but eventually complied, climbing the stairs with me and going into the bathroom. He looked in the mirror and cringed, messing with his hair.

"Why do I look like a modern day Mick Jagger?"

"Probably because he is your long lost father." I joked as I pulled a fresh towel from the linen closet. He turned to me with pure surprise.

"He is?" He slurred with a very quizzical look, I shook my head with a laugh.

"No, Jeffrey, I was joking. Can you please pull off your clothes?"

I placed the towel on the counter as he fumbled with his shirt and reached up to replace his fingers and help him out of his shirt himself. I slipped the shirt off his shoulder and tossed it aside, turning around to turn the shower on for him while he unbuttoned his trousers.

"Oh, I forgot to put on underwear." He mumbled to himself and I looked over my shoulder snorted, seeing him on full display and very confused.

"No, Jeffrey, you pulled your briefs down with your pants." I laughed and helped him step out of his pants, leading him to the shower and helping him into the stall.

"You don't need my help here, do you?" I said after I shut the door.

He hummed in response and I could see his distorted silhouette through the glass, his head dropping as he let the water drench his hair.

"Want to wash my díck for me?" He giggled, l shook my head with a smile.

"Not particularly." I said, he opened the door, splashing water onto the floor and leaning towards me.

"Can I have a kiss?"

"Jeffrey, just shower already, I will kiss you when you are done. You are wetting the whole floor."

"Princess, kiss me or I will pull you in here."

"Jeffrey, no, just shower and…."

He reached out and grabbed my arms, pulling me into the shower with him. I squeezed and gasped as the sudden contact of water rushed over my fully clothed body.

"Jeffrey!" I whined but I couldn't help but laugh.

He drunkenly chuckled along with me, wrapping his arms around my neck as he pulled me in for a sloppy wet kiss.