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“What cryptic nonsense is that? What on earth are you talking about?”
“Please just tell her. She’ll know what I mean.”
“You do realise that under the terms of the Confidentiality Agreement you signed, we are not even supposed to be discussing this.”
“I know, I know, but this is important. You must understand my situation. With my mother, I mean. I badly need this job.”
Jane’s tone darkens. “Yes, I do understand. But I also remember receiving far less commission than I was expecting. You disappointed me, Jessica. I thought we had a deal, but you broke your side of the bargain. You failed to deliver and the feedback I received from Mrs Kingswood about that night was far from satisfactory.”
“For heaven’s sake!” I cry, tears rolling down my cheeks. “It wasn’t my fault I only received half the money. It was her son Alex who said he didn’t want to go through with it. He kept on changing his mind.” I pause and take a deep breath. “Can you please just pass on that message to Mrs Kingswood? If she agrees to give me a second chance, I promise you’ll get the rest of the money you are owed. Just please, Miss Waters…I’m desperate.”
There’s another pause.
“All right,” she says quietly. “Leave this with me and I’ll see what I can do. Call me back tomorrow around lunchtime and I’ll let you know the outcome.”
“Oh, thank you, thank you! I promise not to let you down this time.”
The line goes dead. For a couple of seconds, I stand in the phone booth with the receiver pressed to my chest. Droplets of rain drum against the windowpanes.
Well, that’s it, I’ve done the best I can. It’s in the hands of the universe now. What happens next is anybody’s guess.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Alex
Adeep bass rocks every floor of 50 Hermitage Road as I pull up to the curb opposite. It’s approaching two in the morning and a rowdy party is in full swing at the smart three-storey detached house. Through the half-open windows there is the sound of raucous laughter and the heavy dark smell of marijuana drifts out into the night air.
Swaggering through the litter-strewn garden, six youths holding cans of lager go to join the party. They cheer as they watch a drunken girl stumble onto the street and throw up on the pavement. Another partygoer smashes a bottle and waves it menacingly at a passer-by. And all the while, the drum and bass grows louder and louder, shaking the house to its foundations.
For a couple of minutes, I sit in my car studying the house, concealed by the tinted windscreen like a deadly assassin.
So, this is where the bitch lives. She’s having a party. She’d better enjoy it while she can because she won’t be in a partying mood by the time I’ve finished with her…
The weather is cool and dry; perfect for what I have planned.
With rising emotions, I think back to the events of the previous evening. I had followed Jessica to the cinema to spy on her date with Mr Adonis. Consumed by jealously, I couldn’t accept that this was the end for us, so I forced myself to drive to Streatham Hill and park on a street corner that provided a full view of the cinema entrance. I watched my beauty step off the bus and was so blown away I could barely breathe.
All dolled up to impress the little cocksucker, she looked good enough to eat in a black leather jacket, white crop top and brown leather trousers. She glowed like a star in the sky, was almost too perfect to be real. I was literally drooling. Her tight clothes clung to every curve of that stunning body, and I got an erection fantasising about what it would be like to see her naked. Damn, that face, those eyes, those lips. Those breasts—so huge and ripe, so succulent, all I wanted was to suck on them. Watch them bounce up and down as I licked her clit and finger fucked her to orgasm. Then, swiftly, my desire turned to anger when I realised that somebody else would be getting to enjoy what should be mine. It wasn’t me she had dressed up for. No, it was for that two-timing clown who I just knew was going to let her down.
It was sickening to witness. The excitement on her face as she stood outside the cinema, looking expectantly towards the traffic for any sign of her hot date. The way she chewed her lip, the way she paced up and down, so desperate to see him it was nauseating. The whole thing was like a train wreck. I kept wanting to look away but couldn’t. It was like I enjoyed torturing myself.
And then…a miracle happened. Fifteen minutes in and there was still no sign of Mr Adonis. I was jubilant at first, but Jessica looked so crestfallen, I couldn’t help but feel sorry for her. Yes, I wanted to fend off the competition but not to the detriment of her wellbeing.
More time passed and the clown still hadn’t appeared. She ran inside the cinema to search for him. He wasn’t there. Checked the traffic for signs of his Lotus. Nope. She looked so agitated. Kept glancing at her watch. I couldn’t help but feel for her as it soon became clear her date wasn’t coming. Jack had stood her up, though for the life of me, I could not think why. Was he out of his mind? What man would forgo the chance to be seen on the arm of so perfect an angel? His ingratitude was mind-blowing to me. The fool had her in the palm of his hand and he blew it. Too bad. His loss will be my gain.
As the seconds ticked by, I could see the pain in Jessica’s face as she stood outside that cinema in the freezing cold. I could see her confidence erode to nothing. I could see it in her body language. The sense of defeat. The creeping sense of demoralisation that rejection brings. I felt for her, I really did. More than anyone, I know what it is like to be rejected; to be treated like a leper and cast aside.
All I wanted was to jump out of my car and take her in my arms. Kiss away her tears, hold her tightly and let her know that she was very much wanted by someone. And that someone was willing to offer her the Earth. Willing to do anything, travel to Hell and back to be with her. I wanted to tend to her every need, provide her with everything both emotionally and financially. If she were my girlfriend, Jessica would never want for anything. I would treat her like a queen. I would never treat her the way Jack did. Not in a million years.
But it was not the right time to declare my feelings. Much as I longed to run across the street and rescue her from herself, I knew she would only rebuff me. No, I needed to continue to bide my time and wait for the right opportunity to present itself. So, I continued sitting in my Range Rover, watching and waiting, nursing all my pent-up feelings and dreaming of a time when she would one day be mine.
Funny. It turns out the two of us have more in common than I first thought. Though we are polar opposites—she the beauty and I the beast—we have both experienced the agony of rejection and for the first time, I realised that she and I were kindred spirits. Not only do I connect with Jessica sexually, but I also bond with her on a spiritual level. We are soulmates. The stars have aligned, and we are meant to be. All I need to do is convince her.
And then, around thirty minutes in, something unexpected happened. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed an attractive blonde girl crouching behind a row of parked cars. In her hand she held a Polaroid camera. Every so often, she stood to her full height and looked in the direction of the cinema, before ducking down out of view again. It was such odd behaviour, I decided to watch her to determine what she was up to. She repeated the strange behaviour a couple of times more before finally, she aimed the camera in Jessica’s direction, took a sneaky snapshot and then, sniggering like a hyena, hurried off down a side street.
What was that all about?
My curiosity piqued, I started my car and quietly followed the mysterious blonde up the road to where an old turquoise Mini was parked. Giggling hysterically, she jumped into the driver’s seat and shared the photograph with a group of girls sitting in the vehicle. Through the half-open windows, I could hear every word of their conversation as clear as day.
