5. Alex

Alex

The moment Jessica leaves the house with Hobbs, I throw on my hooded cloak and race downstairs into the courtyard where my Range Rover is parked. Jumping in the driver's seat, I turn the ignition and within minutes I've steered the car out of the drive, in hot pursuit of the Rolls. No way in hell am I letting her get away from me. No. Fucking. Way.

My throat is dry. My dick is on fire. Every part of my body burns with longing.

All I can think about is her.

It's like I'm in the grip of a mad fever, or like I'm on drugs. My whole world has been turned upside down. The moment I saw Jessica I was completely knocked for six. I couldn't take my eyes off her. At first, I couldn't even speak, so stunned was I by her appearance. She is without doubt the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life. Hair the colour of chestnut, the darkest, loveliest eyes imaginable, exquisite olive skin, full lips that were just made for kissing. A face, so mesmerizingly gorgeous it looks as if it was carved by wood nymphs or forest fairies. And that body—fuck! Don't get me started. Just the thought of those mouth-watering curves and my dick begins to throb again. And when she smiled—just once, when she spoke about her family—all I wanted to do was tear her clothes off, throw her down on the table and fuck her till she begged for me to stop.

Lord of darkness! I need, I need, I need.

I have got to have her. I have got to have her. There is no way this is over. Never, never, never…

Shifting gears, I grip the steering wheel tightly and loosen my collar, trying my best to stay calm. My heart thuds erratically. My palms are all sweaty. My God, she drives me so crazy it feels like I'm drowning. I've never felt such longing, never been so hungry for sex. My reaction to her is unlike anything I've ever experienced, and it took all my strength to behave myself and keep my hands off.

Since hitting puberty seven years ago, I've ached to taste the body of a woman but accepted this was not meant to be. For seven years I've had to make do with cold showers, watching pornos and wanking myself to sleep at nights, but not anymore. No. This girl, this Jessica, has awoken the beast and now I'm ready to go on the rampage. I will not rest until she is mine. I will not sleep until I've bathed my cock deep within that furnace of sweet, fiery heat between her thighs.

I glance in the rear-view. The eyes staring back burn wildly like a mad dog. I smile as memories from the dinner return. Fuck, she turned me on so much I had a constant erection the whole time. So hard it was painful. Everything she did excited me. Every breath she took, every move, every flinch, every flick of her hair. I loved everything. The way she spoke—that sweet sultry voice with the south London accent. Jesus, I loved every word she uttered, her unique enunciations, her obvious intellect. Her elegance, her grace, her empathy, her smell, her realness, her love for her family. She is perfection personified, and I cannot, will not let her go.

My mind returns to those lips—so hot they made my balls ache at the thought of what they could do. Her skin, so soft looking, so delectably smooth. All I wanted was to taste it, run my tongue all over it.

I have got to see her again.

Biting one knuckle, I once more reminisce about the events of earlier in the evening. The moment my mother introduced Jessica as the daughter of Douglas Winters, I was instantly suspicious. Beatrix suspects I'm telepathic (I'm not). She thinks I can read her mind, but this wasn't the case. I merely made a couple of educated guesses based on the information that was at my disposal. First and foremost, there was no way in hell anyone that attractive could be related to that old scoundrel Douglas. Slimy as a politician, I was certain his dirty criminal genes could never have produced such an ethereal being as Jessica. Not only is she drop-dead gorgeous, but she also has an inner quality of goodness that no daughter of Douglas would ever possess.

Secondly, and this was the clincher, I overheard my mother speaking to her lawyer on the phone about a Non-Disclosure Agreement. Putting two and two together, I knew that something was up. Beatrix's plans and schemes usually have a way of backfiring, but on this occasion, I've got to hand it to her. When it comes to women, she's got impeccable taste. If you could draw a picture of my perfect girl, Jessica would be it.

And she's a virgin. Fuck, that information was too much to handle. Almost sent me over the edge. Someone that beautiful, that sophisticated. How could she still be a virgin? The thought that I might be the first man to taste the sweetness of that body made me almost sick with lust.

My eyes shoot down to my crotch. Shit, I'm getting an erection again…

Gritting my teeth, I beg my dick to cool off. To distract myself, my mind drifts again to earlier in the evening. At first, I had pretended to be outraged by the idea of Beatrix hiring me a prostitute for my birthday. I made out I was shocked, but the truth is, this is not the first time she's pulled a stunt like this. Jessica is merely the latest in a long line of call girls my mother has brought to the house, but I declined every single one of them because I have high standards.

Deep down, I crave the warmth of pussy in the worst way possible, and Beatrix knows it. She knows how long I've been locked up for, deprived of the normal pleasures other men get to enjoy. She knows how much I need to get laid and in a strange way, hiring me a prostitute could be seen as her way of showing tenderness.

No doubt, some people would be outraged by her behaviour and judge her harshly, but not me. As unorthodox as it is, at least it shows she cares. But I won't settle for just anyone and until today, none of the other girls have ever made the cut.

No, I wasn't angry because she engaged the services a prostitute. I was angry because I saw the look of revulsion on Jessica's face, knew how repulsive she found me, and the pain of her rejection hurt like hell. This accursed face has long been the bane of my existence, and seeing her reaction brought back so many bad memories. When I saw how scared she was of me, how her hands trembled, how she refused to meet my gaze, I instantly put up the barriers and switched into ‘confident bastard' mode.

Looking the way I do, my cocky self-assurance is often my only defence against the cruel hostilities of the world. When I speak openly about my ugliness, even sometimes joke about it, I do so as a coping mechanism because somewhere deep inside, I'm still that frightened little boy who cried his heart out over his dead cat. Back when I was a child, I used to show my emotions, I wore my heart on my sleeve but not anymore. Now whenever I suspect an oncoming attack, I pull up the drawbridge and give as good as I get. Fight fire with fire. I've learnt the hard way that it doesn't pay to be weak and feeble in this world. It's not wise to show your vulnerability and allow people to take advantage. It's happened too many times in the past and I'll be damned if I let it happen again.

But Jessica is different. She's not like the other girls who were clearly just in it for the money. She's had such a drastic effect on me she forced me to do something I never do. She got me to beg. She's made me go against my principles and show a little vulnerability, something I hate to do. As our evening together ended, I realised I couldn't let go of this one chance to make love to her. How could I? Only a fool would let this opportunity slip though his fingers. She got me so hot all I could think about was making her moan and scream. I wanted her so badly I was willing to do anything to take her to bed and that included paying far more than the ￡50,000 price tag for her affections. If she'd been up for it, I would have given her any amount of money she asked for.

But then I saw the terror and revulsion in her face, and I knew it was no use. No matter how much money was on offer, I knew she didn't want me to touch her, didn't want to have sex with me, which I suppose is understandable given the circumstances. I know how hideous I am and by rights, a woman of her calibre will always be out of reach to someone like me. But I still crave her regardless and plan to make it my life's mission to get her to change her mind. If she could only see beyond my appearance, she would find I have so much to offer, so much to give, I just need to bide my time and wait for the right opportunity to make my move.

Driving like a man possessed, I tail the Rolls Royce relentlessly all the way back to London, jumping red lights, careful to always keep at a safe enough distance not to arouse suspicion. I'm so taken with Jessica she's got me doing something else I rarely ever do: venture into the outside world. I hate the company of most people and under normal circumstances, wild horses couldn't drag me beyond the gates of my home, but for her, I'll make the exception.

Finally, around midnight, the Rolls turns a corner into a dark residential street that leads to the Clapham council estate where my beauty lives with her family. Stealthily, I park up, kill the engine and lean against the car seat, watching intently as Jessica gets out and waves goodbye to Hobbs. For a few seconds, she lingers on the curb watching him go, looking the picture of Amazonian perfection in that tight black dress that nearly gives me heart failure. Once he's gone, she glances nervously left and right, then walks towards a low-rise block of flats made of yellow brick. A large sign on the communal entry door reads: ‘Terrapin House.'

She's unsteady on her feet, stumbles on the gravel, suggesting she's still a bit tipsy from the wine earlier. Reaching inside her handbag, she fumbles for her keys and after a short delay, lets herself into the block. As she turns, she blesses me with another eyeful of that glorious backside, and it takes all my willpower not to fantasise about what it would be like to push my tongue deep up there. Fuck, how good would that be? I bet she tastes divine. The mere thought of rimming her butthole gets me so excited I have to take short, sharp breaths to control myself. Lord of darkness, there are so many things I want to do to her, if only she'd let me…

A moment later, I see a light go on in one of the ground floor windows and get a full view of her tiny, sparsely furnished kitchen. There are no curtains. Whether this is because her family can't afford them or they simply choose not to have them, I don't know, but either way I'm delighted as it allows me to see everything.

For an interminable time, I watch my beauty fumbling around, opening and closing cupboards, rummaging in the fridge, until finally, she runs herself a glass of tap water and downs it in one gulp. After wiping her mouth, she switches off the kitchen light and disappears out of view. I presume she has moved to the back of the flat where her bedroom is located. Hopefully, when I return tomorrow, I will find that her bedroom window is visible from the garden and just as easily accessible…

So, this is where Jessica lives…It looks just the way I imagined it would. Modest and perhaps a little run-down but clean and well-kept nonetheless, a sign that those who live here take pride in their homes.

Exhaling softly, I sit for a moment in the darkness of the car, staring at the block of flats, hand on the steering wheel, marvelling at how quiet and peaceful everything is. Her street is pretty much deserted at this time of night and very few of the neighbours' lights are on, so I have no fear of discovery. Plus, with the dark tinted windows of the Range and my face concealed by a thick black hooded cloak, my presence is near impossible to detect.

Content that I now know where to come back to, I start my car and steer out of Terrapin Road to make the long journey home. In some ways, this has been the best birthday I've had in years (the other being my tenth birthday when I was gifted my darling Trinity). For the first time ever, I see a glimpse of light at the end of the tunnel. I now have a goal, a purpose, and that is to win over the girl of my dreams and make her mine forever. No matter what it takes, no matter what the cost, I will not stop until I achieve my ambition to possess her completely.

The next morning, I awake flooded with positive energy. For a long while, I lie in bed, staring up at the ceiling and immerse myself once more in thoughts from last night. It felt like a dream, a beautiful dream. Can somebody so perfect really exist? Once I have cast off the throes of sleep, I take a shower and masturbate furiously to thoughts of Jessica. Then I get dressed and go for a walk around the estate on this gloriously cold and crisp Sunday morning.

Breathing in the fresh air, I survey the magnificent vista of my ancestors' land that now belongs to me and am warmed to hear that the birds are singing in the trees once more. Of late, my rampant mood swings scared them all away, but now they know that I am happy again they have returned to serenade me. My hope is now I am in a better place emotionally, more of the forest animals will gradually return to grace me with their presence. Now that she has come into my life and brought a sense of hope for the future, I pray all my friends from the animal kingdom will accept my forgiveness and return to the fold.

After a pleasant stroll around the estate, I return inside to have breakfast with my mother. As always, Mrs Bullivant has laid on a delicious spread of tea, toast, bacon, sausages, preserves, ham, egg and freshly baked rolls. As per usual, Beatrix barely touches anything, surviving on a perpetual diet of black coffee and cigarettes. She eats so little I sometimes wonder how she manages to maintain the strength to go to battle with me every day. Normally, I eat like a horse, but not today. Today I can barely hold anything down because all I can think about is Jessica. Desire has robbed me of my appetite and the one and only thing I crave is a taste of the sweetness between her thighs.

All throughout breakfast, Beatrix says very little to me. For the most part, the room is filled with stony silence, and we barely make eye contact with each other. I can tell she's in a foul mood. She is perfectly aware that I followed Jessica back home last night but knows better than to ask questions. She knows she's opened Pandora's Box and now things are accelerating at a rate beyond her control. She thought she was so clever, thought she could keep me on a leash, but as always, my mother's plans have had unintended consequences. Too late, the seeds of obsession have been planted and my fixation on my object of lust will only continue to grow and flourish.

After a period of insufferable stillness, Beatrix puts down her butter knife and shoots me a death stare. Evidently, she has something to get off her chest and I just wish she'd come out with it. I hate being kept in suspense.

"Well," she says. "Now that you are clearly in a better mood, can I ask for you to please stop controlling the weather and let us have some peace, at least for a few days?"

I take a large bite of toast. "What do you mean? I'm sorry, but I don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh, come on Alex, you know precisely what I mean. Every time you're in a bad mood, we have everything from torrential rain to mini hurricanes. It took me a while to work it out and make the connection, but I do believe it is you who is responsible for our recent bout of storms."

"That's crazy talk," I laugh. "You're living in cloud cuckoo land. Nobody can control the weather. I think you're getting a little deluded in your old age."

"No, I'm not," she shoots back. "Just last week, when we had that sudden torrential downpour after we argued, I spoke with some farmers from the neighbouring village, and they had no knowledge of a storm of any kind. It would seem it only occurred over this patch of land, and this, I believe, has been happening for years. I am convinced you are behind it. So, I repeat, now that this girl has taken your fancy and given you something to do other than torment me, will we at last have some peace?"

Folding my arms, I smile wickedly, taking great pleasure from toying with her. "That is the most ludicrous thing I've ever heard. Do you seriously think I can control the weather? With what? Telekinesis? I'm sorry, but I think you've been reading too many Stephen King novels. I won't bother to answer your question because what you are suggesting is so absurd it doesn't merit a response."

We argue about it for a while, but in the end, as always, she gives up and admits defeat. It's a game we've been playing since I was ten years old: Beatrix trying to prise information from me to prove Erasmus' existence, me calmly deflecting every attack to ensure there is always enough doubt to leave the truth just out of reach.

After Mrs Bullivant has cleared away the plates, I instruct my mother to make arrangements for the ￡25,000 to be transferred to my beauty's bank account first thing tomorrow morning. Once more, Beatrix says nothing. She can sense where this is all heading but is powerless to stop it. Too late. The horse has already bolted.

The rest of the day drags and all I seem to do is pace up and down, counting down the seconds until I can see her again. I try to distract myself—read a book, compose a new piano concerto, pay a visit to my stables—but it's no use. Jessica has completely and utterly captured me, and I crave our next encounter like a drug addict craves heroin.

Around five pm, I jump in my car and drive back to London. As it's a Sunday, the roads are relatively clear. By the time I arrive in Clapham, the sky is pitch-black. As I pull up in front of Jessica's block of flats, I am delighted to find all the ground floor lights are on and I am presented with a perfect, curtainless view into her sitting room. The place is alive with joy and laughter. I can see Jessica holding hands with her mother and brother, dancing wildly around the room.

From my position in the car with the windows down, I can hear the faint sound of trumpets and drums. Her mum, Cynthia, has a warm, kind face and her brother Freddie looks like a nice kid with a cheeky-chappie smile. With their pale skin and bright, red hair, neither of them looks very much like Jessica, but they all share many of the same mannerisms. For example, Cynthia has a way of tilting her head to one side in the exact same way her daughter does, which clearly indicates their close relation.

As I watch them dancing, I'm flooded with bittersweet emotions. Jessica was right when she said there was more to life than money. The wallpaper in their sitting room is peeling. They have hardly any furniture. They appear to eat their meals on the floor. Yet, none of that matters in the bigger scheme of things. What Jessica has here with her little family is worth more than gold and is something I've always found unattainable: the sweet embrace of a loving family who are not afraid to show their feelings. I am particularly struck by how tactile they are with one another, how they kiss and hug each other, how much they laugh, all those little shows of affection that were sadly missing from my life growing up.

Watching them together almost brings tears to my eyes, as I wonder, with a somewhat envious heart, if I could ever be welcomed into their circle. Could they ever embrace me like that? Could they ever look at me like that? Could Jessica? I grew up in a household where money was no object, was given the best of everything by my parents, but when it came to emotional wealth, we were poor as church mice. What I really needed; money could not buy. The tender touch of a kind human being is what I've yearned for all these years and witnessing these special, private moments in Jessica's life makes me realise just how much I have been missing.

And I want a piece of it. Fuck, do I want a piece of it.

For the rest of the evening, I sit concealed in the darkness of my car, watching them go about their business, taking small joys in the most trivial things: Jessica and Freddie playing Jenga, Cynthia painting, Cynthia cooking dinner, Freddie dressing up as a policeman, Jessica filing her nails. For the most part, I'm so enraptured, I have a big, goofy grin perpetually plastered to my face. They're so cute and adorable it makes me want to cry. The more I see of this happy little family, the more I want to be part of it, and by the time they switch the lights out to go to sleep, my mind is made up.

I want it all. Now, I not only want Jessica's body, but I also want to be accepted into her world, into her family. I want the three of them to embrace me and I want their warmth to be genuine. I want them to love me. This isn't just a sexual thing anymore. No, I want to possess my beauty entirely and be a part of every single facet of her life with no exceptions.

Once I am satisfied everyone is asleep, I sneak around the back of the flats, climb over a high crumbling wall and drop down into the large communal garden. From there, I creep over to Jessica's bedroom window on the ground floor but find she has sensibly put up curtains. I'm a tad disappointed but pleased when I notice the lock on the window is old and rusty, meaning should I ever need to force an entry, it will be a piece of cake. Closing my eyes, I imagine what she would be like undressing. I salivate over the thought of her succulent naked body, just waiting for me to devour, piece by piece. There are so many things I want to, need to do to her, if only she would let me. Whilst it's true I've never made love to a woman, I know with the power of Erasmus flowing through my veins, I'll have thousands of years of sexual experience at my disposal.

Despite being a novice, I know that when the time comes, the secret knowledge I am privy to will ensure I am more than able to satisfy Jessica. I know I will be able to make her come, over and over again, and take her to levels of unimaginable pleasure that will have her begging for more. I will start by being gentle, take my time to see how she responds, and once she opens up to me, there is nothing I would not do to please her. She'll be eating out the palm of my hand.

One night. One night is all I need to fuck her senseless, and my beauty won't ever want any other man but me. Once she's had a taste of the demon dick, there will be no going back. I know she will become addicted, and once that happens, she will be mine forever, body and soul. I just need to be patient and bide my time…

Returning to the Range Rover, I stay parked in her street until daybreak, never once taking my eyes off the target. Then at six-thirty am, Jessica emerges from the glass communal doors, dressed in an old grey duffel coat, black skirt and tights. She carries a knitted bag over her shoulder and from her smart clothing I presume she's going to work. My heart beats faster. The morning light filtering through the trees reveal Jessica to look even more gorgeous with no make-up, so fresh, so innocent. Also, she appears much younger without it and in the cold light of day, it's easy to see she is barely out of girlhood. With lipstick and powder, she could easily pass for twenty-five, but not today. Today, she looks every one of her nineteen years.

Patiently, I wait until she has walked a good distance towards the bus stop at the end of the road, then, revving my engine, I start the car and follow her to work. Fifteen minutes later, we arrive outside a slightly ramshackle eatery on the high street named Sloppy Joe's American Diner. So, this is where she works…

Parking directly outside, I put myself in position to get a full view through the window of all the comings and goings of the restaurant. In a state of bliss, I spend the next couple of hours just watching her work. I watch her sweep the floor, serve the customers, ring up orders on the till, laugh and joke around with her pretty shaven-headed female friend. The more I see of her, the more enchanted I am. She is everything I could want in a woman and more. So fun, so vivacious, so hardworking. She has it all. During her coffee break, she goes to the local cashpoint to check her balance and I witness her joy when she finds I have deposited the money as promised.

Then, sometime around two-thirty, Jessica finishes her shift and makes her way hurriedly down a network of residential streets to pick up Freddie from school. Parking across the road from an old Victorian building that houses Ravensbourne Primary, I watch my beauty mingle at the gates with the other parents who are keen to catch up on gossip as they wait for three o'clock to arrive and reunite them with their precious offspring. After enduring what is clearly excruciating small talk, she says her goodbyes and heads into the playground.

A short time later, the bell rings and a steady stream of parents and children flood out onto the pavement. Their energy is contagious, and I wonder fleetingly, what it would have been like for me to attend a school like this. Very soon, I spy the object of my affection emerging from the gates, holding hands with Freddie who is chattering excitedly about his day.

My heart melts at the sight of them. Already I am daydreaming about a time when I could join hands with them and spend a day fooling around in the park. From what I've observed of his behaviour, I strongly suspect Freddie is autistic, and I admire how kind and patient Jessica is with him. How she takes the time to answer every one of his questions, never showing exasperation. She truly is an angel.

As they continue walking down the street, I'm about to follow, when suddenly I hear the low beep of a car horn. Turning my head, I spy a red Lotus Esprit parked a short distance from the school with two men sitting in the front. Jessica and Freddie are heading straight for it, and at first, my beauty pays it no mind, but when the car beeps again, she cranes her neck and looks towards the driver's seat. In no time at all, one of the men gets out and jogs over to her.

Blonde, tall and nauseatingly good-looking, he has the confidence and swagger of one who has never been told no in his life. He has the athletic build of a track star and the kind of face you would never tire of punching.

Hastily, I wind my window down so that I can hear and lip read every snippet of conversation.

"Hey Jessica, how you doing?"

"Oh, hi Jack!"

Jack? Who the fuck is Jack?

There's an awkward pause.

"Me and Tom were just driving around the area killing time before football practice…"

He gestures towards the Lotus, where the guy sitting in the passenger seat waves to Jessica. She gives a limp wave back. While her attention is diverted, I notice Jack's gaze travelling down her body, giving her the discreet once-over. My fists clench and jealously gets me in a stranglehold. He's playing the game that certain types of men play. Acting like butter wouldn't melt. Pretending to be all sweetness and light when all the time he's entertaining the filthiest thoughts imaginable.

From the look in his eyes, I can tell exactly what he's thinking. When he stares at Jessica's lips, he's imaging how good they would feel around his cock. When he stares at her arse, he's imaging how good it would look bouncing and rippling as he fucks her from behind. And when he stares at her chest, he's fantasising about what it would be like to wank over her tits and cover them with his semen. Trust me, I know how men think, and the thought of him getting anywhere near my beauty tortures me to distraction.

"What are we standing around for?" Freddie begins to grow restless. "Why are we still here? Can we please go home now? I'm hungry, I want some Jammie Dodgers."

Rocking back on his heels, Mr Adonis ignores the child's whines and flashes a killer smile that he hopes will ingratiate him to my beauty. "So, you just picked your brother up from school, huh?"

"Y-yes," Jessica stammers. "We're just about to go home."

"My sister used to go to Ravensbourne Primary. It's a nice school."

"Yes. Freddie likes it."

"Hey little buddy, how are you doing?" Crouching down, he finally tries to engage with Freddie. "Did you have a good day at school?"

"No. It was shit."

"Freddie! What have I told you about using naughty words?"

Jack laughs. "It's fine. Most kids his age swear. My little brother does it all the time." Straightening up, he locks eyes with Jessica again and gives her a look that he thinks is seductive. "Listen, I can see you're in a hurry, so I won't keep you. But you know, I was just wondering if you're doing anything tonight?"

At first, my beauty looks too shocked to speak, and then she fiddles with her hair, looks at the ground and replies in a scarcely audible voice: "No, nothing. Why?"

He pretends to be coy. "I was wondering if you'd like to go to the cinema with me. Have you seen Titanic yet?"

Jessica's cheeks flush. "Um, no, actually I haven't."

"You and me both. We must be the only two people in the world who haven't. I've seen clips on TV and the special effects look amazing. And I love that Celine Dion song, whatever it's called, My Heart Will something. Anyway, I'll get to the point. There's a showing at the Streatham Odeon at six o'clock this evening and I was wondering if you'd like to come with me?"

"You mean like a date?"

"Yes, a date. I'm asking you out."

"Oh my gosh, I-I'd love to but…" Jessica bites her lip, hesitates. "What about…what about Georgina? Wouldn't she mind?"

"We broke up. We're not together anymore."

"Really?" Her face lights up like a happy child. "Wow, I didn't know."

"Yeah, well, our relationship just ran its course. Thing is Jessica, I've always liked you. I mean like, really liked you. I just never had the opportunity to ask you out, but I always wanted to."

"Please can we go now?" Freddie howls. "I want my Jammie Dodgers!"

Turning on his heel, Jack begins walking back towards his car. Flashing a final megawatt smile, he points directly at Jessica and drawls, "Six o' clock, Streatham Odeon. Meet you outside?"

"All right, yes!"

"It's a date then. Is that a smile I see? Yes—yes, it is, keep doing it, you're so pretty when you smile. Look forward to seeing you later. Remember, six o' clock, outside Streatham Odeon."

"Yes, um, see you later." As my beauty watches the Lotus drive off, she rolls her eyes and quietly mouths, "Oh my fucking God. Jack Parker just asked me out on a date!"

"Jess! You just said a naughty word," Freddie scowls.

"Sorry. In my defence, I'm a grown-up and grown-ups are allowed to swear."

"That isn't fair. How old will I be when I'm allowed to swear?"

"Eighteen?"

"Not fair. That will take years!"

Laughing, she puts her arm around her brother's shoulder and ruffles his hair. "Come on Kiddo, let's go home and get you those Jammie Dodgers."

For a long moment, I sit frozen in my car. Inside, she's killing me. I can tell how hot she is for this prick. It's written all over her face. I can see how excited she is, how much she wants him. Oh, my beauty, my beauty, how you disappoint me. Those were some of the cheesiest chat-up lines I've ever heard, and yet you've fallen for it hook, line and sinker. My God, I thought she had better taste, I thought she was intelligent.

There's something about that guy I don't trust. Something smarmy and disingenuous. And I don't believe for one second that his girlfriend, this Georgina person, is out of the picture. The fact that he was lying through his teeth was obvious to anyone with half a brain, but apparently not to Jessica. It's nauseating how easily women fall for his type of bullshit, but it's obvious she just wants to fuck him, so is willing to overlook his shortcomings. Mesmerised by his good looks, she would drop her knickers for him in a heartbeat yet wouldn't let me get within six feet of her. Someone like me would have to pay a fortune to even touch her hand while this little cocksucker gets it all for free. She'd probably screw him right here and now on the pavement if he asked her to. Fuck, I'm so mad I could punch something.

Gripping the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles ache, I exhale slowly, trying to hold it together. Count to ten, count to ten. I'm so fucking mad I could scream. Jessica, what are you doing to me? Are you really going to go on a date with this imbecile?