It was easy to ignore my phone when all I could think of was the way Mia’s wet, tight heat hugged my dick the night before. Her warm body was wrapped around me and I sure as hell didn't want to be pulled from that. The feel of taking Mia's innocence was something I had never experienced and something so special, I would never forget it.
But with Jessica, it was only sex. I should have known when I first met her that she would be trouble, and trouble she was. Fuck. But with Mia, damn just thinking about her and all that feisty attitude made me wonder why the hell I was attracted to a woman like Jessica in the first place. I needed to stop thinking about Mia when I had to deal with Jessica. The last thing I needed was a hard-on when dealing with my ex. Jessica would take that as encouragement.
Reluctantly, I left a sleeping Mia in my bed and trudged downstairs to the pub.
“Oh, Zane, thank God you're here,” my bar manager said, looking flustered. The young guy was clearly shaken by Jessica's antics. She just wouldn't take no for an answer.
"Where is the crazy bitch?"
"She—she is over there. I am so sorry to have to call so many times, but she wouldn’t leave and when she started to get hysterical, I didn’t know what to do.”
“You did the right thing. I’ll straighten her out; don't worry about a thing, okay?” Poor bastard. Jessica would scare anyone in her psychotic state.
I walked over to where she was standing, her arms crossed and attitude flying high. What. The. Fuck?
“Jessica.” She didn't even flinch at my biting tone. Nothing, no reaction at all to the fact I wanted nothing to do with her. “What are you doing here?” I gritted.
She stood and moved toward me, smiling and strutting like the practiced slut she was. "Oh, sweetie, don't sound so angry. I knew you must have been stressed yesterday at your office so I wanted to surprise you. Unfortunately, I ran into some trouble with your young manager. He wouldn't let me in."
Is this bitch for real? I tell her to fuck off and all she does is smile at me. “I'm going to ask you one more time, Jessica. What are you doing here when I have repeatedly told you it’s over and there's no chance in hell of us getting back together. Firstly, this pub is my home and I would never give you access to come to my house like this. It was my mistake; a huge mistake for me to have ever been in a relationship with you in the first place, let alone become engaged to you. I’m going to tell you one last time. Go home. You need to go home and forget we ever knew one another."
I turned and attempted to make my way back upstairs, but before I could even take one step, she began screaming. Fuck me; she totally flipped out, screaming at the top of her lungs. She sounded like one of those chicks from a horror movie.
I glanced at my bar manager Pete before moving back to deal with Jessica. The poor guy looked terrified.
“Zane? Do you need me to call someone?” He stepped back into the safety of his office. “Just let me know.” And with that, he shut the door.
Great, all I needed was Mia to wake up and come downstairs to witness this shit. I couldn't wait to get back upstairs and be with her, but Jessica’s bullshit had to stop. When she saw me starting back in her direction, she stopped screaming immediately. Her clothes were dishevelled and she looked like someone who’d come straight from the looney bin and was in desperate need of a white straight jacket and a daily dose of pills.
I grabbed her by her shoulders to steady her. "What do you think you’re playing at, Jessica?” I growled. My voice was lethal and it wasn't the first time I’d directed the tone at her. Whatever I said to her never sank in. "How many times do you need to be told? I don't want you back."
“But...Zane,” she whined, “You're wrong. We are meant to be. I know you are just playing hard to get right now. I know what you really want.”
Holy fuck. She's lost the plot. How in the hell is it possible to have misjudged someone so badly. Yep, she was most definitely off her rocker. Before I could answer, she squealed and launched herself at me.
"Tell me you want me, Zane. I know you do!" I could feel her nails biting into my neck as she tried to kiss me. She repulsed me. What the hell did I ever see in her in the first place? I tried my best to push her off me.
“Get the fuck off me.” Her legs were wrapped tightly around my hips and she was holding my head like a vice.
“Oh, baby, please take me upstairs to your apartment. Why can't you admit I make you happy?"
“Jessica. Move off me now.”
“Are you embarrassed because we are in a public place and we have an audience? That's never bothered you before. I recall a time when you couldn't get enough of my body."