6
ANTON
Hey Chris, I just wanted to check in and tell you that I’m safe. It’s beautiful here and I’m glad I’m not alone. I miss you though. Wish I could see your face right now. It always calms me down. Don’t waste too much time worrying about me. Xoxo, Jess the Mess.
I’ve been staring at the text for the last half an hour. So many things stand out. So many things to focus on. So many things to get fucking pissed about.
I miss you. That’s one.
Wish I could see your face right now. It always calms me down.There’s two.
Xoxo. I’m counting that as three, four, five, and six.
“Can I get you anything, sir?”
I look up at the blonde flight attendant. She’s being paid double for the journey since it was so last-minute. And since it’s a private jet, she’s giving me her full attention. Right now, I don’t actually mind.
“Whiskey.”
She gives me a bright smile. “Coming right up.”
I watch her walk away, but I take no pleasure in the sight. There was a time when my cock would have stiffened at the sight of her tight skirt, the way her ass moved beneath it, the promise of more.
But as it stands, I don’t feel anything.
I have another forty minutes before the plane touches down in England. From there, it’ll take me at least another half an hour before I can get to my destination.
Laurel Manor.
I scroll down the conversation that Jessa thought she was having with Chris. The Xoxo makes me clench my teeth every time I read it.
If I didn’t know better, I might have suspected there was something going on between the two of them. But upon closer inspection of their texts, it’s clear to me that Chris has feelings for Jessa. Unfortunately for the poor bastard, they’re not reciprocated.
I scroll up and stop at a random date. March 4th. Three years ago. Jessa sent Chris a picture of a dog in the park. Reminds me of Cupcake, read the caption.
CHRIS:Like the dessert?
JESSA: LOL no, dummy, the neighbor’s dog. You don’t remember Cupcake???
CHRIS:Guess not. If you had a dog, what would you name it?
JESSA:I’m so glad you’ve asked, because I’ve actually given this topic quite a lot of thought. And I’ve come to the conclusion that I would name my dog… Risotto.
CHRIS: The sad part is, I know you’re serious.
I scroll down from there, trying to find a snippet of conversation that will hold my interest. I find it about a month later.
April 7th. Jessa sent the first text at 1:17 am. How was your date? If you’re still with her, then I think I know how it went. The text is followed by a wink emoji.
Chris replied almost instantly. She was nice. Really smart and very beautiful.
JESSA: Awesome. So you think you’ll see her again?
CHRIS: Nah.
J: Nah?
C: We didn’t have a whole lot in common.