Broken Angel.

BROKEN ANGEL

CHAPTER ONE

Jessica Martin's POV

♪ Climb on board ♪

♪ We'll go slow and high tempo ♪

♪ Light and dark ♪

♪ Hold me hard and mellow ♪

♪ I'm seeing the pain, seeing the pleasure ♪

♪ Nobody but you, 'body but me

'Body but us, bodies together ♪

♪ I love to hold you close, tonight and always♪

♪ I love to wake up next to you ♪

The music blasted at my car's radio and a smile tugged at the corner of my lips as I drove down the busy streets driving into my fiance's mansion in Beverly hills.

I secured a pass. I'm a regular here so I was allowed in but something didn't feel right. His Audi 8 was packed outside. He wasn't supposed to be back so early, he went on a business trip and was to come back tomorrow morning and that's the reason I took the day off my busy schedule and came to surprise him.

We've been apart for three months and it felt like three years as he kept frequenting my phone with his calls, messages and my office sending amazing gifts and what seemed like a fairytale relationship that was made in heaven was about to become a reality but this time we were getting married.

Did he come earlier so he could surprise me in the office? We might be thinking the same thing and now it kind of clashed because I'm here now and his surprise is ruined.

Fuck! I just ruined it.

I hope he won't be mad at me but he loves me not to get mad, he tells me all the time about how I'm his moon that shines so bright in the darkest of times and the sun that illuminates his world.

He talks too much but it feels good to be complimented at least I deserve some peace and serene a little in my fucked up life.

The car's trunk was filled with groceries, vegetables and I wanted to prepare his favorite meal. He has been too perfect for a boyfriend and despite my 'No Sex Before Marriage' policy he wasn't the slight bothered and was faithful and somehow my respect for him doubled.

I don't know how to rate my feelings or if I love him because we knew each other through an arranged marriage by my uncle. I just met him five months ago and ever since my Uncle has been persistent I get married to him, and he wasn't bad looking either.

He was from an affluent family and his modelling Institute was making waves in Chicago but I had my reservations about his true personality.

"Finally!" I let out a tired breath and turned off the ignition at the car parking lot and revisited my make-up and long Auburn hair tying it into a high ponytail.

My sapphire eyes and rosy lush lips glittered and I looked pretty good for a stressed businesswoman.

I slid out of the front seat and arranged my work suit and skirt. I'll be changing into casual wear when I get in then I grab the bags full of groceries and slam the trunk shut.

What would he say when he sees me? Would he smile and pull me to his arms or would he facepalm and tell me how I ruined his plans?

I had his keys he gave me one because there were days I came over and he wasn't in so I won't be waiting outside.

I walked towards the long hallway and upon reaching his door and was about to slide his key into his apartment when I heard a moan.

Did I hear a moan? No moans.

'Samuel!' Another moan from a feminine voice and this time I leaned my ears closer to the door.

It was unbelievable. I might be at a different house.

Hell no! It wasn't my first time here considering how many trips I've made to his Beverly Hills home.

Samuel was romping a bitch inside of his house.

I fastened the key into the door and slowly got into the apartment.

The bag of groceries fell to the floor, my blood ran cold and my vision blurry with tears as the sight of ripped dresses, suit tie, and shoes scattered to the shiny marble floor.

'Fuck me harder! Rip my pussy!" The bitch screams while moaning like a dying cat.

I covered my ears in spite as I made my way to his bedroom and when reaching the door rage and bitterness burned in my heart.

Why was I always getting hurt? I don't deserve this and wouldn't wish my enemy to go through this phase in their lives because it's heart wrenching and disheartening.

I pushed the door open and I would have stopped but curiosity got the better of me. I would have left when their moans hit the living room but I didn't but why?

Maybe I needed to see, maybe I've been looking for a loophole in what looks like a perfect but a facade of a relationship and he didn't give me one so I want to prove everyone wrong we aren't as perfect as it seems.

A man buying a woman jewels, flowers, sending her loved up text messages doesn't equal his fidelity and his integrity it was just an obligation to some and clout to build the perfect gentleman nobility the world chants.

He never gave me the time to figure him out and like a puzzle, I waited for the right time to fix the confusion in my head. He didn't snap, get angry or say shit as most men will.

I took my phone out from my bag and took pictures of them as they were in the act oblivious of their surroundings with their dirty moans wanting to bleed my eardrums and render me deaf.

Fools.

He was thrusting into her weakly as she clamped on him tightly with her legs wrapped around his waist and her eyes closed with her botched lips wide apart panting like she ran a treadmill.

Her forehead had beaded sweat formed on it with her black mascara running down her cheeks and her makeup getting ruined.

I leaned at the door watching their act of shame. Did she know he has a fiancee and was soon to be married in a week? The wedding cake? I made five trips to the biggest bridal store in Chicago to get my bridal gown fitted despite my busy schedule. Time, money, and our families invested into this even though I don't want to get married early. It was something I looked forward to, to make my Uncle happy.

This is how he'll cheat on me when married. A failed relationship will hurt but a failed marriage will kill the soul.

"Shit! Jessica!" Samuel pushed her aside pulling at his hair his body reeked of sex and sweat with the comforter wrapped around his legs.

"Hello, when is Samuel coming back from his business trip?" I asked sarcastically with fire at the rim of my lashes ready to shoot him.

"Baby I'll explain it's not what you think." He jumped out of bed with his short dick dangling covered with the bitch juice. Another offense making another girl wet that wasn't me.

"Okay, that's what I see."

He tried to come closer to me but I waved him off and folded my arms around my breasts waiting to hear what gibberish that tiny pea-sized brain of his has stored. "No babe I was seduced. She tricked me and I fell into her trap."

Trap indeed.

"Hmmn, the act proves otherwise. You were on top hitting her pussy with no mercy so who's trapping who?" I used my fingers to illustrate contorting one to a zero and a finger passing through it. I wanted to laugh so bad but I held it in. I need to be serious so he gets it fast and simple.

"I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you. Do you need a car or a house? I'll take you on a vacation, I'm sure you want one."

The worst insult. Do I look like a two dollar bill prostitute of a mistress he can sway because of that rubbish? I'm a fucking Billionaire heiress!

I wasn't marrying the fool because I needed money but due to pressure. He was nothing compared to my family inheritance and here he was blabbing about materialism.

"Use that money to get yourself treated from S.T.I's." I clicked my tongue to the roof of my mouth and cast the blonde bitch a sinister grin as she looked up scared and ashamed using the comforter as a shield.

"We have come a long way, Jessica. We can talk about this. Don't cancel the wedding please." He was moved to the point of tears. It baffles me how people cheat on those they claim to love for those they won't keep.

He wasn't worried he hurt me or he cheated but his focus was more on the wedding rather than being a good husband.

Was this all about making me legally bound to him and putting a ring on my finger under the guise of marriage?

My eyes met the engagement ring that was placed on my third finger. He presented the pink diamond to me during Christmas when he visited my extended family and we had a large party afterward.

"You can have your trophy ring. Goodbye Samuel." I pulled the ring off my finger and threw it to him in bed as he watched it roll to the floor.

There was pain tugging in my heart and tears pooling at my tear duct but I pushed them back in and kept a happy face smiling at him as he put his hands in his head and watched me leave.

I picked up in a run with tears blinding my vision and slid into my car shutting the door angrily and crying giving way to the pain that constricted my heart.

There was only one person to call that would understand it was my best friend Belle. I punched my phone digits and waited patiently for her to pick as I wiped the tears spilling at will with the second ring she picked.

*Jess, how are you? Can you believe I have been cast to be the judge for a fashion show in Paris?* She giggles excitedly. Belle must be lucky everything has been going pretty well for her unlike me that has been cursed from one bad mishap to the other.

*Can you meet me at Spice bar? I need you.* My voice came out in a crying whisper no matter how I tried to mask my pain.

*What's wrong?*

The scene of him cheating on me flashed before my eyes and my hold on the phone tightened. I wished it was his head. I'll smash and bury it. *Samuel cheated. I just left his house, he was with a girl having sex with her! I'm so hurt.*

*Where are you now?* She asks and I snort, wiping my running nose and blinking back tears.

*In my car crying my eyes out.*

*He's a bastard and an idiot to cheat on a woman of your status. Go over to the bar and have a drink. I'll be there shortly.* She says.

*Thanks bestie.*

*Alright see you in a jiffy.*

I drove out of the parking lot heading to the club.

BROKEN ANGEL

CHAPTER TWO

JESSICA MARTIN'S POV

I gulped a shot and thumped the glass to the table.

"One more!"

The bar attendant nodded and turned alcohol into a shot glass and handed it over as I swiftly gulped on the hot liquid till the last drop.

I have been here for the past twenty minutes and no sign of Belle I tried reaching her but the line was unavailable she might be caught up in traffic and the network got the better of the situation all I have to do is wait but not without catering to the burns in my heart and that needed a little drink, or let's say a lot of drinks because I was ready to drink the entire bar.

I wanted something to knock me off so I won't be in this pain, and sorrow somewhere far from cheating fiance's and traumas that have formed a shadow over my shoulder. It has been three years since the day I lost my twin brother and parents. They were gunned down by assassins in our multi-billion mansion and there was no trace of the bloody culprits.

A lone tear slid down my cheek. It was a Friday evening and Belle had been pressuring me to attend a party so I sneaked out with hopes I'd be back before my parents came back from their trip.

The party went far into the night and I got drunk which wasn't advisable to drive so I spent the night at Belle's only for me to get back home and see my family lying in a pool of their blood.

"Shit!" The image flashed through my mind's eyes and I gritted my teeth angrily. Standing on their graves the rainy morning they were buried dressed in all black with revenge etched on my face. I swore to bring my family's killer to book. They'll pay for everything they put me through.

I lost a mother, father, and twin in one awful night.

"One more!" I ordered and reached for my purse dropping a wad of dollar notes and watched the male attendant eyes lit up greedily as he grabbed the notes and tucked them into his pockets.

He quickly pours me a shot and tries to hand it over when a hairy strong-arm obstructs and with just his presence had the bar attendant shaking in fear.

His back was pressed towards me while he faced the attendant, the only thing I could make out was he was blonde and wore a black shirt and jeans and his long arms were covered in dark art tattoos.

"Enough she has drank more than necessary."

What! How dare he tell me what to do?

"Hello, mister whoever you're better shove that into your black pants because I won't take such insolence." I bark.

The alcohol was doing things to me, making me bolder and growing balls.

"Are you talking to me, Miss?" He turns to face me and oh my god! I slipped from the seat to the floor and quickly shut my eyes awaiting to crash when strong steady hands gripped my waist and slammed me to its masculine chest electricity jolts through me with our body pressed together.

The person must be a lover of apple-scented products and his was mixed with cigar smoke because the scent whipped my nostril and unashamedly I buried my nose willing to get more of that addictive and pleasurable scent that made my skin tingle.

"Are you okay?" His voice jolts me out of my daydream as my eyes flutter open to see it's the guy earlier who stopped me from drinking.

"Did you save me?"

"You aren't just a bad drunk but pretty dumb too." He pinched the side of my rib, and I bit my lower lip. Our proximity had me accessing his features. He had a strong broad shoulder, hard jawline, dark eyebrows, sea blue eyes, the bluest eyes I've ever seen, thin lips, shiny blonde hair, and a piercing ring at his lower lip.

Pierced men was a total turn off for me but this made him sexier and yummy.

What would kissing him feel like? Does he taste real good like apples or cigars or a mix of both? I could smell fresh cigar smoke from him, not the displeasing type but a pleasing smell that had me feeling horny and turned on by him.

"Stop staring peasant I won't fuck you." He smirks showing his sets of perfect white teeth. He wasn't just a handsome young man, he was a cocky asshole too aware of his male beauty.

He turned me on at the same time and turned me the fuck off like I'm a goddamn switch. He was controlling my feelings and I hated to give anyone power over me.

I pulled away from him and gave him some metres before turning to face the bar attendant. "I've paid for what I ordered, give me one last glass before I leave and you can keep the change." I slurred tiredly. My eyes were blurry and I could barely stand on my feet but I was trying to keep up.

"I'm sorry ma'am but I can't." He shakes his head negatively and faces the other customers pouring alcoholic beverages into their shots.

"Why can't you?" I knew the reason but I wanted to hear him say it.

"You can take your money elsewhere and get another drink but I'm not getting you a drink." He answered without casting me a glance and I grew petrified with him, the shot and the fucktard metres away from me.

"Fuck you asshole! Your bar is trash anyway." I grabbed my keys from the table and stormed off but before I could get to the exit the stranger blocked my path and snaked his hands around my waist making goosebumps spread across my skin.

What. The. Fuck.

He leaned closer so his lips were just an inch to my earlobe. We were breathing in each other's air as our breathing turned labored and intense. His broad shoulder descended and ascended in rhythm and my eyes caught his hairy chest with a few of his shirt buttons left undone flexing his toned stomach.

My nipples hardened in my bra, they turned rock hard and I was barely stopping myself from touching them to make the aches go away.

Did he feel the same way I felt?

"This is not the condition to drive. I can drive you home." He says seductively and for a minute I was dazed but shook it off.

"Hahahaha... This isn't a movie or one of those stupid novels. Get your head out of your ass and get lost. I don't need your help and never will!" I snarled and fought his hands off and hurried to where my car was parked with wobbly legs.

I've never drank this much since I lost my family and to be frank the alcohol was too strong to what my drinking ability could take.

I felt a knot in my stomach ready to spill everything but I held them back in and slipped to the driver's seat. My hands unzipped my bag and brought out the keys with trembling hands and my vision worsened so I couldn't see anything, not the car's steering or the keys.

I blanked out.

BROKEN ANGEL

Jessica's POV

My head felt foggy like an internal battle with swords, dragons, and horses. Extreme lighting peeked into my eyes and I winced before slowly opening my eyes and a different view serenades.

Did I die and go to heaven?

The room wasn't far from an exotic bedroom that cost a huge buck, from the huge bed to the glassy walls in those high budget movies and the walls were artistically painted. It was extremely furnished, something I'd love.

How did I get here? The last thing I remembered was my conscious shutting down.

"Do you like the room?" I turned to face the door and my breath hitched.

What was he doing here?

It was the stranger from last night with shiny blonde hair and if I thought he was cute last night he was way cuter this morning.

His features shone brightly and I kind of felt insecure why he'll look so good giving me a run for my money. He had a tray in hand and he dropped it at the table and focused his blue eyes on me. What was he looking at? I followed his gaze to see my cleavage popping so I wrapped my arm around it protectively and watched him swallow back his lust.

Fucking pervert!

"Did you kidnap me against my will? Psycho!"

"I would have loved to see your face when I threw you over my shoulders with your ass bouncing as I jogged to the stairs. Your ass was round, firm, and soft. It will be befitting for my Cock."

Stupid me flickered my gaze to his boxer briefs he wasn't wearing anything formal than a casual loose fitted singlet with a long V-line leaving his sexy chest in display and his boxer briefs which outlined his big boner. His maleness was huge and it was packed at the middle of his tall frame making my pussy throb.

What would tasting him feel like? Cut the crap. I've lost my mind.

"You can't stop yourself from daydreaming about me. I know you want me but the question lies, do I want you?" He had a proud smirk on and I didn't want anything more than to slap that shit out of his face.

"I'm leaving." I scrambled to my feet, my legs could barely hit the floor when I staggered backward weakly and the apple-cigar scent enveloped around me. I didn't need to be told he was closer.

"Careful, you're still weak. Come here I made you some soup and tea to help with your hangover."

"I'm not hungry." I retorted stubbornly and the betraying stomach of mine saw it as the perfect opportunity to grumble loudly which made my stomach vibrate.

Stupid stomach!

I barely had breakfast yesterday because of the thought of doing something romantic for Samuel and I got to his place to meet a shocker and ended up filling my stomach with alcohol.

"I think your stomach isn't as stubborn as your mouth. Now eat up." He carries the tray and seat at the portion of the bed and takes out the lid from the dishes.

"What are you do-ing?"

"If you don't want to eat I don't mind feeding you. What are friends for?"

"I'm not your friend!"

"Shut up and eat. If you argue I'll lock you up in this house and feed you till you swell. Now open up!" He dipped the spoon into the soup and slowly made it to my mouth. I sighed and reluctantly parted my lips and the food sank in.

I thought it was going to be trash and yuck but it tasted nice. Did he cook for me?

Butterflies were dancing in the pit of my stomach and realisation hit.

I liked the stranger.

~

"I'm sorry for not calling earlier. My battery died and something came up so before I could get that done it was late. I thought you must have left. In short, I'm sorry...nothing I say will make you forgive me." Belle rants almost out of breath sitting opposite me in my office, despite everything she was saying a tugging smile spread out on my lips.

The thought of the stranger never leaving my head. After he fed me he got me a new pair of pink work clothes and shoes and how he knew my size baffles me.

"Are you listening to me?" She taps her fingers on the sleek mahogany desk of my office. I was the managing director of Gracewood International Company. It was handed to me by my father's will and lots of other companies and properties left to my name after his demise.

"Oh... yes.. what were you saying?" My fingers pushed back some strand of my hair that fell across my face as I stood upright arranging my suit.

"Girl you went puff! What's going on?"

"It's nothing, I'm just tired and deserve a lot of rest." I lied and bit my inner cheek and focused on the computer trying to act busy but it was all a facade.