A/N: Here is the new chapter...I hope you like it:D...
Chapter Thirty—Five
Rose was in their bedroom, trying to pick out a dress to wear for the party that was to be held in a restaurant. The same restaurant where Jack and herself had their wedding reception. It was already seven o'clock, and they were to be at the restaurant by eight. It was Annie's nineteenth birthday, and since everything had gone back to normal between Jack and herself, she decided to come along. Besides, she wouldn't want to miss her best friend's birthday, after what she had done for her. Rose went towards her closet and pulled out a few of her summer dresses that she had bought a few weeks ago. She lay them out on the bed and examined each of them, trying to contemplate what she should wear to the party. She had a white summer dress, with a beautiful flower pattern on it, and a sash. It was short-sleeved and low-cut, and was ankle length. A pale green dress lay beside it, and had a flower embroidered in the midsection, as the front was of lace and silk. This was also short-sleeved and was knee-length. The next one, however, was a cerulean blue dress that was knee-length and the sleeves went off the shoulders. It was also low-cut and hade a beautiful rose embroidered in the midsection, as the texture of the dress was of a soft velvet. The sash was dark blue in color and had a silk texture towards it. The hem of the dress had silk trimmings, as did the end of the short-sleeves. Rose lifted the dress and placed it against herself, as she walked to the full-length mirror, admiring the beauty of the dress. A satisfied smile came about her face, as she decided to wear this dress. She set the dress on the chair, as she went towards the other two, and placed them back in the closet.
As she had completed that task, she walked towards the bathroom and put on warm water, to fill the tub. While the tub was being filled, Rose removed the dress she wore, and let it fall to the floor, leaving her in her panties. She removed the garment and filled the tub with soap bubbles, and watched as bubbles were forming under the running water. Setting the bottle aside, she went into the tub, and lay herself down, feeling relaxed against the warmth of the water, and soothed against the fragrance of the soap. Once the tub filled, Rose shut the faucet off and lay back, closing her eyes. She heard the water ripple against her slight movements as she placed a hand on her lower abdomen. She breathed in, as the fragrance of the soap lingered in her nostrils, a smile spread across her face. As she reopened her eyes, she took hold of the body soap, and began scrubbing it against her pale arms and onto her bulging chest. Once she had done so, she grabbed a small bucket and began rinsing herself off. Within minutes, she had completed her task in bathing herself and pulled the drain out, watching the water disappear. She grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her body as she walked into the bedroom to dress up.
She walked towards the dresser and picked out a clean pair of panties and slipped them on, after drying herself off. She let the towel drop to the floor, as she walked towards the dress she had chosen and slipped it on. She looked down, finding that her cleavage was exposed, but not all the way. She was having some difficulty into buttoning up the back of the dress, so she walked out of the bedroom and went into the parlor room, where she found Jack and Fabrizio talking. Her face reddened as she walked towards Jack.
"Uh, Jack?" Rose said, getting Jack's attention.
"Hmm?" Jack said as he looked up at her, finding Rose's face red from embarrassment.
"Uh…c-can you button up my dress?" Rose asked, turning around. "I-I can't seem to do it myself."
Jack smiled and got up. "Sure," A smile crept on his face as he stepped behind her, beginning to button her dress, as his fingers brushed against her bare back. When he buttoned the last button, his hands went down to her sash, where he made a bow as neat as he could. Once he finished, he put his arms around her waist from behind her, and placed his chin onto her shoulder, where their cheeks touched. "I love you…" Jack whispered, pressing his lips onto her cheek.
Rose smiled and placed her hand over his, as she closed her eyes for a brief moment.
"I love you too," Rose said, her voice soft as she turned around. "Well, I have to finish getting ready. My hair is a mess!"
"You're beautiful enough as it is, Rose," Jack said. "If you make yourself even more beautiful than what you are, I don't know how I'll ever keep my eyes off of you."
Rose placed a mischievous smile upon her face. "Well, I guess I'm going to have to put a blindfold on you, then, huh?" Rose said, her eyes shining with laughter.
"I'd like to see you try," Jack said, a teasing smile on his face.
Rose glanced over at Fabrizio and cupped her mouth with one hand as if she were telling Fabrizio a secret. A smile crept on her face, as her eyes looked from Jack to Fabrizio. She then whispered, the smile still pasted on her face.
"Jack is just jealous that I'm prettier than him," Rose said, her voice soft. She heard laughter coming from Fabrizio, causing for her to join in.
Jack looked at her, perplexed, but a smile on his face.
"You think I'm jealous, huh?" Jack asked, playing along.
"Yes, I do," Rose said. "Besides, I can't imagine you being beautiful in a dress. I would rather find it quite amusing."
"You would, huh?" Jack said, his smile growing. "But just imagine you wearing men's clothing—you'd still look as beautiful as you are, only as a man."
Rose stood there, her mouth open. "Why, Mr. Dawson—or should I say Missus?" Rose said, getting back at him.
Jack let out a chuckle. "Why, Mr. Dawson, you really are a handsome fellow, aren't you?" Jack said, walking towards her. "I have heard that you were a talented artist. One that is married to Rose Dawson, am I right?"
"Hmmm, I should say so, Rose," Rose said, her face brightened as her eyes shone with laughter. "I hear that you are with child—two months, I should say. How are you holding up?"
"Quite good, actually," Jack said, smiling. "I'm due in January, and it's my first one, too. I just hope that I'll be a good mother." Jack pressed his lips tightly together, to hold back the laughter that was about to escape his lips, but only ended up laughing out anyway.
Rose burst into laughter, as she hunched over.Shelooked over at Fabrizio, who was laughing along with them, his face red and his mouthopenin a wide smile as hislaughter rang in their ears. Rose's chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath from her laughter. She looked up at Jack and found that his smile was broadened and his eyes danced with laughter. After she calmed herself down, she walked towards Jack and buried her face in his chest, as she clutched onto his shirt. She lifted her face a gentle, loving smile placed upon her face. Jack's hand went to her face, giving her cheek a tender caress with his thumb. Despite the fact that Fabrizio was there, watching them, Jack leaned down and pressed his lips onto hers, bringing her into an intense kiss, which grew with passion and love. Rose's hand went to the back of his neck, where her fingers ran through his golden hair, while his hand gently ran over the small of her back, pressing her body close to his, while their mouths were connected in their true love's passionate kiss.
"Vero amore…true love," Fabrizio muttered to himself. "It does exist." Fabrizio watched as Jack and Rose were lost in each other's kiss, their arms wrapped around each other, oblivious to the world around him, as they were only aware of each other and their love that they shared—the love that they had regained earlier in the morning. "Jack, tu sono un fortunato uomo." Fabrizio said softly to himself, a satisfied smile appearing across his face, as he watched the two lovers share their love with each other, in a passionate kiss.
Kristen walked down the block as she stopped in front of the bar. She stood beside the front entrance, where she looked both ways, waiting for Jimmy to arrive. It was precisely seven fifty, which left Jimmy one minute to arrive at the bar, where she had told him to. Her dark hair was pulled back in a neatly made bun, while few strands of her hair fell alongside her face. Her lips were red in color and smooth. Her dark brown eyes shone with impatience, as she waited for Jimmy to arrive. The dress she wore was violet, made in lace and embroidery. The sleeves were short, as the skirt fell just past her knees. The gentle spring breeze caused for the strands of her hair to flutter, while she glanced over the opposite direction of the bar, trying to see if there was any sign of Jimmy. She sighed in frustration, as she tapped her feet impatiently.
Jimmy had just turned the corner, finding Kristen standing in front of the bar, waiting impatiently for him to arrive. He wore neatly pressed trousers and a clean short-sleeved white buttoned shirt. Two buttons were left unbuttoned, revealing his muscular chest. His cologne had lingered in the air, as he walked towards Kristen, knowing that he was in for a lecture—even though he was only one minute late. He stepped closer towards her, and stopped, placing his hands behind his back. He cleared his throat, to reveal his presence, and found her turn around, her eyes glancing up at him.
"And where have you been?" Kristen asked, placing a hand on her hip.
"I'm sorry," Jimmy apologized, putting both his hands up in his defense. "I didn't know what shirt to wear."
"You didn't know what shirt to wear!" Kristen said, chuckling. "Just how many white shirts do you have, Jimmy?"
"Kristen, relax," Jimmy said. "I'm only a minute late. It's not like I came here at eight o'clock or anything. Relax!"
Kristen took a deep breath, and closed her eyes. "I'm sorry, Jimmy," Kristen said, opening her eyes and glancing up at him. "It's just that I really want this to work."
"Don't worry, Kris, it will work," Jimmy said.
"I hope so…" Kristen said.
Jimmy sighed, as he looked down at her.
"Kris, can I ask you something?" Jimmy asked.
"Sure," Kristen said, looking up at him. "Why not?"
"Why do you want Jack so much?" Jimmy asked. "He's married… shouldn't you just leave him at peace?"
"Jimmy, please," Kristen said, holding up her hand. "Don't start this bullshit on how he is married. He was mine first to begin with, and I'm in love with him. He is my love, and I want to have him for the night…at least for one night."
"So, what you're trying to tell me, here," Jimmy said. "Is that you want to get him in bed with you?"
A smile crept on her face, as her face brightened.
"Exactly," Kristen said. "It wouldn't hurt to do it one time, would it?"
"Kristen, I—" Jimmy began.
"Look, who's side are you on, mine or his?" Kristen asked, getting to be more exasperated at Jimmy.
Jimmy sighed, and gave up. "Yours," Jimmy said.
"Good," Kristen said. "Let's get moving. We have only five minutes left to get there in time."
Kristen and Jimmy both walked up the block, towards the apartment where the Dawson's lived. A smile crept on Kristen's face, as Jimmy held the door open for her, while she stepped inside, him following behind her. She led him to the staircase, where she led him towards the apartment door she thought to be Jack's apartment. She held out a poised fist as she gave the door a couple of firm, but gentle knocks, before setting her hand aside. She glanced up at Jimmy and smiled, while she waited for the door to be answered.
Rose was in the bedroom, mending to her hair. She picked up a hair barrette, where she clipped in the strands that fell on her face, leaving the rest of her curls cascading down her back. Rose glanced at her reflection in the mirror, finding herself shine with delight and passion as a smile came upon her face. Rose applied color to her lips, making them a deep shade of red, matching the color of her fiery curls. Rose also added some kohl on her eyes, making them stand out. She also added a hint of perfume on herself, before she was finally satisfied with her appearance. Rose got up from the chair she sat on and went into the parlor room, where she found Jack sitting down on the couch, sketching something in his portfolio. Fabrizio, however, wasn't in the room with him and was probably out on his nightly stroll. A smile came to her face, as she saw Jack's eyes squint in concentration, while his artistic hand made the lead pencil he held make evenly strokes onto the paper, creating a womanly figure. Rose just stood there, admiring the way he drew. His face held a serious expression, as his eyes concentrated on the piece of paper. Rose knew how Jack could get a bit frustrated if he was broken from his concentration, which explains why Rose stood there quietly, allowing for Jack to draw. She looked up at the grandfather clock that stood at the corner of the room, and found that it was already seven fifty, which leaves them five minutes left before they would leave the apartment to head off to the restaurant. Rose placed her had over her lower abdomen as she looked down at her flat stomach. Rose knew that within months, she would start showing and in a matter of time, the fully developed baby would be ready to be born into the world, welcomed by two loving parents. Rose looked over at Jack, finding that he had stopped sketching. His blue eyes looked over at her, as a smile spread across his face.
"Just how long have you been standing there?" Jack asked, his face brightening.
"For the past three minutes, probably," Rose said as she walked over to him, taking a seat beside him on the couch, while Jack closed the portfolio, and set it on the coffee table. She felt Jack's arm go around her waist, as she looked up at him.
"Doing what, exactly?" Jack asked, his eyes shining with laughter.
"Admiring my talented husband," Rose said, smiling up at him, as she slipped her hand in his. "Whom I love with my heart and soul."
Jack smiled down at her, as he looked down at her hand, which fit perfectly in his own. It was as if God had intended for her hand to fit in his—as if they were a match made in heaven, and in all reality, they are. Fate had brought them together in the first place, and Jack had cherished every moment they spent together, for his love for Rose was worth more than any money in the world, and her love in return, was his treasure and his heart. He wouldn't know what he'd do if anything happened to her. As his thumb gave a gentle caress on the back of his hand, he lifted her hand towards his lips, where he pressed his lips onto the back of her hand, leaving a tender kiss upon it, while his eyes looked up at her, noticing the smile on her face.
"Well, Mrs. Dawson," Jack said, a broadened smile upon his face. "I'd have to say, that I feel the same towards you."
"I'm glad," Rose said, gripping his hand lovingly.
Jack looked up at the clock, finding that they had approximately two minutes left until they leave.
"I guess we better go," Jack said, getting up, as he helped Rose stand up with him. He looked down at her dress and smiled. He lifted her arm up in the air, as he twirled Rose around, hearing her shoes click onto the hard wood floor. Jack smiled as he watched the skirt of her dress flutter in her movements, revealing her womanly thighs. Jack stopped her until she faced him, and pulled her close to him, holding her as if they were going to dance. Rose's head was craned up as her twinkling eyes glanced into his own, a warm smile upon her face. Jack returned the smile and leaned down, bringing Rose into yet another passionate kiss. Rose's fingers gently grazed his cheeks, as his own went down her back, while his other went over her curls. When they broke from their kiss, Jack's lips made a trail to her delicate cheeks, and down to her neck, where he gently placed loving kisses onto her collarbone. Rose bent her head back, as a satisfied smile came upon her face, while she held Jack close to her, feeling his lips brush against her skin. A sudden knock on the door had caused for Jack to pull away, and turn towards the door. He looked over at the clock, finding that it was eight o'clock on the dot, and he glanced towards Rose. "Maybe it's Annie…"
"Maybe," Rose said. "Why don't you answer it, and I'll get my purse."
"Okay," Jack said, watching Rose disappear into their bedroom, to retrieve her purse, while he walked towards the door and pulled it open. He froze as he stared down at the woman he never expected to see again—not after what she has done. "Kristen…what are you doing here?" Jack asked, his voice stern and angered.
"Why, Jack, that's not a way to greet your guest," Kristen said, looking at him from head to toe. "Maybe I should teach you a thing or two on how to greet people in an orderly manner."
"Kristen," Jack began. "Just leave, please. You have caused enough trouble before, don't make it worse."
"I'm only here to apologize for what I've done," Kristen said, her eyes brightening with innocence.
"Fine, you're forgiven, now leave," Jack said, trying to close the door, only to find it blocked by a man's foot. He looked up, finding that a man, three inches taller than himself had stood beside Kristen.
"Oh," Kristen said. "Jack, I'd like you to meet Jimmy Anderson. Jimmy, this is Jack Dawson—the man I was talking to you about."
"Hey, Jack," Jimmy said, giving Jack an earnest smile. "Nice to meet you."
Jack just gave a slight nod of his head, as his eyes shone with anger. He then returned his attention towards Kristen.
"Please, Kristen, just leave," Jack said, growing impatient that Kristen had nearly ruined his marriage with Rose, and yet is encouraged that he would leave Rose for Kristen, which isn't true. He loved Rose—and only Rose. His heart belonged to her and nobody else. "There's no need for you to be here. You've had your fun, now go. Please."
"Jack?" He heard Rose say, as he felt her hand go up his back. "Is everything all right?"
Rose looked over his shoulder, finding the same woman who had nearly ruined their marriage. The same woman that had kissed her husband, causing for her to feel betrayed by the one man she ever loved. Her arm went around his waist, as her fingers clutched onto the side of his shirt, while she felt his arm go around her shoulders.
"Everything's fine, love," Jack said, purposely placing a passionate kiss on her lips, to cause for Kristen to grow aggravated. He pulled her close to him, and wrapped her arms around him, as his went around her back. Within a minute, he pulled away, taking in deep breaths from the intensity of the kiss. He still held Rose close to him, as she looked up at him, her eyes surprised, but a smile on her face. Her fingers gripped onto his shirt, as she looked down.
"Well," Rose began, trying to catch her breath. "I'm sure that explains it." Rose let Jack go and went to face Kristen, Jack standing behind her. I'm sorry Kristen, but Jack is my husband, and mine alone. I don't want you nor anyone else in this world interfering with our marriage, do you understand?" Rose's eyes glared angrily at Kristen, as she felt Jack's hands sooth her, by him rubbing her arms. "I'd really appreciate it, if you'd leave right now, before something serious happens."
"Really…" Kristen said, glancing over at her. "You should really think before you talk, Rose. Jack was mine to begin with. You just found him and married him. How could you understand what love really is? You've only known him for three days before you fell 'in love' with him. I, on the other hand, have known Jack for a longer period of time than you have, and I know that I love him…probably more than you ever would."
Rose's face reddened with fury as she glared at her. She clenched her hands into tight fists, as her chest heaved from her heavy breathing.
"You should really leave now, before you get a nosebleed," Rose said, remembering uttering the same words to her mother when she had forbidden her to see Jack again. "Jack doesn't love you, nor would he ever. Now do leave before—"
"Before what?" Kristen interjected, as she chuckled. "Before you cry like a baby, like you did before?"
"Kristen!" Jack exclaimed, his voice echoing in the hall, as his face reddened.
"What Jack?" Kristen asked, her voice showing hints of annoyance.
"Leave Rose alone," Jack warned. "As a matter of fact, leave us alone. Stay out of our lives and stay out of our marriage. I don't want to have anything to do with you, is this in any way unclear?"
Rose cringed at the last few words he had said. Cal had once uttered those same exact words to her, when she was on the ship—when he learned of her spending an enjoyable night with Jack. She closed her eyes for a brief before reopening them, and staring into Kristen's dark eyes with fury. She slipped her hand into Jack's, gripping his hand in her own, lovingly, and protectively. She took a deep breath, as she tried to solve this situation calmly.
"Look, Kristen," Rose said, trying to keep her voice normal and steady from her rage. "We don't want to have anything to do with you, nor would we want to end up in a mindless argument because you feel that you love Jack more than I do, which is impossible, because I was the one who married him—not you." Rose said, her brows knitted together in anger. "I may not have known him for more than a year, but I know that within the time that I have known him, I knew that he was the one for me."
"Just how exactly did you two meet?" Kristen asked, suddenly curious.
"That is none of your concern," Rose said, her voice holding a serious, but angered tone.
"And why is it not my concern?" Kristen asked.
"Because, I don't feel that you need to know anymore than you already know," Rose said. She closed her eyes, as she tried to keep her anger at level, to not stress herself or cause any damage towards her unborn baby. She reopened her emerald-blue eyes, which threw daggers at Kristen. "I'm not usually a mean person, nor do I judge people before I know them, but I'll have to say, that you're the most uncouth, presumptuous, self-centered, ignorant person that I've ever known, and must I say, that I have never met a woman who is as such a loner as you are, since you're trying to court a married man. May I add, Kristen, that you're not as good at it as you think." Rose said. She then looked up at the man standing beside her. He was tall, muscular, and had a shaved head. His pale brown eyes, however shone with guilt and held a toughness to them as well. Rose tried to remember his name. She heard Kristen mention his name—Jimmy—that was it. "Why don't you just go for Jimmy, here?" Rose asked. "He's just as good-looking as Jack is, and more muscular. If I weren't married, I'd go for him."
Jack looked down at her, only to find her wink at him. He then knew that she was just kidding around with her last sentence. Jack then turned to face Kristen, this time, stepping in front of Rose, and holding her hand in his.
"Listen, Kristen," Jack said, looking down at her, causing for his blonde hair to fall over his eyes, making him appear years younger than the twenty year old artist he really was. "You've had your fun. Those days that we spent together here two years ago was just something that considered as a good friendship—nothing more than that. It never was. I'm sorry if I made it seem that way, but I could never love you as I love Rose. I'm sorry, Kristen, but I'm gonna have to ask you to leave."
"You're not getting off that easy, Jack," Kristen said, as she gripped onto his shirt, and pulled him out in the hallway, holding him close to her. She looked over at Jimmy, and gave him a signal, by nodding her head towards Rose. Jack was about to turn around, but was prevented from doing so, when Kristen pulled him further away from them, as she looked up at him. She held his face in her hands, forcing him to look into her eyes, as she gave a glance over at Jimmy.
Jimmy looked from Kristen, to Rose, who looked up at him, perplexed, and over at her husband, who was trying to look over her way, but was only distracted by Kristen. Jimmy looked over at Kristen, finding that she was giving him a signal to do his part. Jimmy sighed, and looked over at Rose. He looked at her guiltily and pulled her close to him.
"What do you think you're doing?" Rose asked, looking up at him with fury. "Get your hands off of me, this instant!"
Jimmy grabbed hold of Rose, and before she could shriek, he covered her mouth, and pulled her away from the hallway, and managed to get her down the staircase safely. He had known she was with child, and he hadn't wanted to cause damage to the baby nor the woman. Jimmy hadn't thought that this had been a good idea to begin with, but he hadn't wanted to get on Kristen's bad side, so he had to go with the plan. He felt Rose try to pull out of his tight grip, but kept his hold on her firm enough until he reached the end of the first flight of stairs.
"Shhh," Jimmy whispered, trying to calm Rose down, as his hand was still over her mouth. Jimmy took a glance down at the second flight of stairs, finding that nobody was at the lobby, which would reduce the suspicion that he was kidnapping a married woman. He then led her down the last flight of stairs, before pulling her towards the front entrance of the building, hearing her muffled screams under his hand. He opened the door and led her outside, and down the block. When he was about to lead her towards the other side of the street, he felt her kick him in the groin, which caused for him to let go, and double over in pain. "Ahhh, woman!" Jimmy shouted in pain, as he stood up straight, and got hold of her from underneath her breasts, where he lifted her up, despite her shrieks, and led her inside his apartment building, opening up the front door. "Shut up, will ya!" Jimmy said, as she let out another scream, just before he reached his apartment. He pushed the door open, and led her inside where he immediately locked the door, leaning against it, and let her go. Once he did, he took a few deep breaths. "Damn, woman," Jimmy said, bent over, trying to get his breathing leveled. "I have never met a lady as strong as you are. I almost let you go outside, and luckily, I didn't." Jimmy looked over at her, giving her a smile, trying to lighten the situation, but saw that it made it worse.
Rose stood a few feet away from him, as she took ragged breaths from her fight. She looked up at Jimmy with fright shining in her eyes. Her body was shaking, and tears were beginning to form in her eyes. Her lips trembled as she took shaky breaths, while she backed away until her back met with the wall. Rose took a frightened gasp, as she closed her eyes, supporting herself by placing her hands against the wall. She opened her eyes, finding that Jimmy was walking closer to her.
"No!" Rose cried, as a tear slid down her cheek. "Please…don't hurt me. Please…" Her hands immediately protected her lower abdomen, as she slowly slid down the wall, until she sat down on the floor, looking up at Jimmy, petrified. Her eyes glistened in her tears, as she brought her knees towards her chin. "Please—I'll do anything you want—just don't hurt me, please…I'm begging you…"
Jimmy shook his head, looking down at her with pity.
"I'm not going to hurt you," Jimmy reassured, as he held his hand out.
Rose looked down at his extended hand, then at his face. She didn't trust this man, and was afraid that if she placed her hand on his, that he would try something. A tear, involuntarily, slid down her cheek she swallowed the lump that was formed in her throat. Her lips trembled, and her eyes looked around the room, frightened. She seemed to ignore his extended hand, not bothering taking it. Rose then hugged her knees and placed her chin atop her kneecaps. Her body shook as more tears fell from her eyes, and wet the fabric of her dress.
Jimmy placed his hand at his side, and just watched her cry. He sighed and walked away from her, setting himself down on the couch, as he put his feet on the coffee table, while he slouched back, laying his folded hands on his lap, as he looked over at Rose. He watched as her fiery red curls traveled down her back, while some strands of hair had fallen down her face from the struggle. Despite that, she had still appeared beautiful and had the womanly figure every girl would die for, even though she carried a child that has developed for only two months—or so she appeared, since she wasn't showing. A part of him wished he never done this, but another part knew that if he objected, he would've gotten it bad from Kristen. She can appear very obnoxious and malicious when she wanted to, as well as put on a smile and appear to be calm and content. He had learned his lesson the hard way, when he had seen her bad side.
A year ago, Jimmy and Kristen were at the bar, enjoying a couple of beers, when a gentleman with brown hair and blue eyes had caught her attention. He stood tall, and had a manly figure. He was young, attractive, and had a woman on his arm. Kristen had then told Jimmy that she had wanted him for the night—just as she had said earlier about Jack—and had ordered Jimmy to take the woman and distract her, while she romances her way towards her bed, where she had shared a pleasurable night with the man, after having made him pay her in return. Later on that night, she had come out of a room in the bar, with the man behind her, fixing his shirt, his hair disheveled, and his face flushed, as Kristen held a bundle of money in her hands, counting it, before placing it in her purse. That was when he had learned that she was a prostitute—a woman who sells herself for pleasure, getting money in return. Jimmy had thought that her 'career' was revolting for he believed that she deserved much more than that—that she could do something else to get money, besides selling herself off. When Jimmy had pulled Kristen in an empty room, he had questioned her, telling her why she was selling herself and that she was much more than that, but Kristen told him to mind his own business and that it was her body and not hers. Jimmy, however, had told her that she should find another career, to do something else with her life, besides being a whore, and all Kristen did was go up to him, threatening him by telling him that she would have him arrested easily by telling the police that he was attempting to rape her, which had caused for Jimmy to back away and just go along with her 'career', with his job only to distract her target's girls, while she receives pleasure and passion from the man she had chosen, while she's getting paid a good fair amount in return. From that moment on, he had never objected, and just went along with her plans, although, he did show pity and disgust towards what she does.
Two hours passed by and the sky was getting dark, while the sun had set hours ago. Jimmy glanced over at Rose, finding that she had her head buried in her arms, as her body shook with her frightened sobs. Jimmy let out a sigh, as he sat up properly, folding his hands at the back of his head. He began to feel that he should never have done this, that he should have never helped Kristen to try to romance Jack. He got up and walked towards the window, where he glanced at the direction of Rose's apartment, where he knew that Kristen was trying to make her way to romance Jack—to get him into bed with her—but he hadn't wanted her to hurt Jack, nor Rose. They were in love, and because of that, Jimmy was beginning to grow more angry towards Kristen. He gave a final glance at Rose, before making a decision. He was going to give Rose back to Jack—even if it meant that he would have to fight Kristen off. He walked towards her, extending his hand once more, only to hear Rose whimper. Her emerald-blue eyes looked up at him in fright and confusion, as she hugged her knees towards her chest.
"Please," Jimmy said, holding out his hand further. "I'm not going to hurt you—I promise." Jimmy watched as Rose made no movements nor had she bothered to give him her hand. "Look, I'm going to help you get your husband back."
"What?" Rose asked, her voice hoarse and shaken, as she looked up at Jimmy.
"I'm going to help you get your husband back," Jimmy repeated, as he nodded his head, his hand still pulled out in front of him.
Why would he want to help me? Rose wondered, as she looked up at him. He's the one that kidnapped me in the first place. Why would he want to bring me back to Jack, if he took me away from him? Should I even believe that he would take me back to Jack? Should I even trust him? Rose just stared up at him, not moving nor saying anything. She looked into his eyes, and found determination and guilt shining in them.
"How am I supposed to believe you?" Rose asked, her voice hoarse. "You're the one that kidnapped me. Sure as hell, you could rape me."
"I'm not going to do anything of the sort," Jimmy said. When he found that she was still in the same position, not moving, Jimmy let out a sigh. "Do you want to see your husband or not?"
Rose looked up at him, startled at his outburst. "Y-yes," Rose stuttered, as she swallowed the lump that was forming in her throat.
"Then come with me," Jimmy said, extending his hand out once more. "I promise you, I won't lay a hand on you in an inappropriate manner—I'm not that type of guy."
Rose let out a shaky breath, as she glanced up at him. She looked over at his extended hand, and up at his eyes. She cautiously slipped her hand in his and felt his fingers tighten around her own, as he helped her stand. Once Rose was on her feet, she smoothed out her dress, and looked into his eyes. She saw him put his hand in his pocket, and pull out a handkerchief as he handed it to her. Rose gave him a small, gentle smile, as she took the handkerchief from him and thanked him, dabbing her eyes with the fabric.
"May I ask you a question?" Rose asked, her reddened eyes looking into his own.
"Sure," Jimmy said, looking down at her.
"W-why did you kidnap me, if y-you don't want to do anything 'inappropriate' with me?" Rose asked, finding her face grow red as she looked up at me. "Forgive me, but, most men don't pull off a chance like this—not that I want you to—I-I'm just curious."
"You're asking me why I didn't seduce you?" Jimmy asked, looking down at her. "Is that it?"
Rose nodded her head, feeling foolish at what she had said.
"Well, because I know you're married, and in love, and I wouldn't ever force myself on any woman—especially someone in your condition," Jimmy said, looking down at her, his eyes shining with sincerity.
"Then why did you take me in the first place?" Rose asked. "If you hadn't wanted anything to do with me?"
Jimmy looked down at her, with guilt shining in his eyes. He had known that he had made a foolish mistake, and that in order to fix it, he'd have to take her back to Jack, and break things off with Kristen. He watched as her emerald—blue eyes shone with curiosity, while she glanced up at him.
"I-I…well, I…" Jimmy stuttered, as he had no idea why he went with the plan. Maybe it was because he was afraid of what Kristen would do to him, if he didn't. He let out a frustrated sigh, as he cursed himself for being so self-centered and dim-witted. "I was just afraid of what Kristen would do, I guess."
Rose looked up at him, perplexed. "What would she do?" Rose asked, wondering exactly why Jimmy was afraid of Kristen.
Jimmy scratched the back of his head, as looked down at her.
"She isn't what you think she is, Rose," Jimmy explained. "She s—sells herself to men—for pleasure—and gets money in return—"
"She's a prostitute?" Rose asked, her eyes wide.
Jimmy nodded helplessly. "Yeah," Jimmy said. "She has been for the past year."
Rose looked up at him, her expression showing off confusion.
"If she's a prostitute," Rose began. "And with Jack, then that means…" Rose's eyes went wide, as her mouth hung open, her hand lifted up to cover it, as she let out a shocked gasp. "Oh, my God…Jack!"
Jimmy nodded his head, as a frown came to his face. "That's why I want us to go over there now, before Kristen had done anything—at least I hope she hasn't done anything…" Jimmy said, looking down at Rose.
"Oh, Jack," Rose whispered. She glanced up at Jimmy, then out the window. "We should go now…and do something about that son of a bitch… excuse my French…" Rose said, as she looked up at him, with innocent eyes.
"Not a problem," Jimmy said. "I have to agree with you…let's go!" Jimmy grabbed hold of her wrist, as he led her out of his apartment, and out of the building, as they began running towards her apartment, though not in a speed where Rose would damage her unborn child, but in a speed where they would be able to get to the apartment quicker than by walking. Jimmy held onto her hand as they made their way inside the apartment building, and up the staircase, where he stopped right at the top of the third flight of stairs, where he opened the door and led Rose towards her apartment—finding the door closed. Jimmy looked down at Rose, and tried the doorknob, finding it locked. Jimmy pressed his ear to the door, hearing Kristen laughing, as Jack was protesting against what she was doing. Jimmy told Rose to stay back, as he banged his shoulder on the door—which hadn't opened the door. Taking a few steps back, he tried again, this time succeeding, but felt a shiver of pain go through his arm. Ignoring throbbing in his arm, he looked in the room, finding Kristen sitting on top of Jack, with his shirt unbuttoned, and her dress down, revealing her chest, as Jack's face shone with rejection and his eyes with anger. Jimmy stood there, breathing heavily, as he watched Kristen glare at him angrily. He returned the glare, and stepped into the room, telling Rose to stay out in the hallway, as he was going to put an end to Kristen's self-centered attitude.
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