Chapter 8 Time to move on now~•~•~•~☆~☆~☆
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Jamie put some perfume on. She dressed up in a short off white dress with blue heels.
Her hair was down, natural highlights shining in the sun light. She looked for her driver to arrive.
Jeff had sent the car for her.
He planned on getting her drunk and didn't want her stubborn ass to drive home afterwards.
She needed to loosen up, have fun, she'd been working so hard. Jeff would meet her at the church.
She stepped out of the car, her slender leg leading the way, followed by the her manicured hand, she was holding a bouquet of flowers.
She stood up as cameras flashed around her, people called her name,"Ms. Knight over here!"
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She didn't stop to pose, it wasn't her style. Besides today was an important day.
She entered the church. She went to the back to the bridal chambers.
She walked in and shut the door behind her.
One of the bridesmaids handed her a fluted glass of champagne, "so it begins!" she said holding the glass up as the girls all giggled.
She looked at the white gown on the dress form. It was beautiful. It was perfect. She drank another glass of champagne before the ceremony.
Jeff was dressed in his tuxedo. He was tall and handsome.
Jamie snuck a peek at him from the back of the church.
The girls giggled again and she had her third glass of champagne.
The music played. Here comes the bride....
She got in her place and held her flowers, she walked up the aisle as they had rehearsed the night before.
Step, feet together, step. A slow march up the aisle. Jeff beemed at her, he saw her wobble a little bit. " Uh oh he thought, she already started drinking."
She smiled at him as she did her best to walk up the rose petal covered aisle.
She made her way up to the front of the church. She moved the dress train out of the way as she went.
"I now pronounce you man and wife, you may kiss your bride."
The proud groom lifted the veil and kissed his bride soundly.
Jamie jumped for joy and took her place as maid of honor behind the bride, her best friend Sasha.
Her groom Peter was shining with love for her. Jeff loosened his tie and congratulated the newly weds.
He handed Jamie a glass of champagne, number four.
Jamie's smile and giggling laugh was infectious. Jeff admired her warmth and humor. She was the star of the reception.
She pulled him out to the dance floor. He was smitten.
He wanted to be her groom today. He knew she would say no. She was not ready.
He had found out who she was one day when his assistant had brought him a copy of the Sun times from 5 years ago.
He saw how young she had looked, he knew it was a sensationalized story to get as many views as it could.
He didn't believe for one moment that she had done anything wrong.
The naughty nanny they had called her.
He was planning on telling her that he knew her past and that he could care less.
He knew that was what had made her hesitate every time the paparazzi photographed her.
He saw the small look of strain on her perfectly symmetrical face.
No one else would have been able to perceive it. He had grown to know her by now.
He noticed these things about her.
Jamie had never spent the night with Jeff. She was cautious, he had given her space.
He wanted her to come to him when she was ready.
He was hoping tonight was the night. He was growing restless.
Jamie was laughing with Sasha now. Her head tilted back as she laughed.
Jeff put his hand in the small of her back, claiming her.
She absently moved it away as she talked. He was hurt.
He moved away to the food table and grabbed a plate. A pretty brunette approached him.
She was well aware of who he was.
She batted her sultry eyes at him. He smiled at her. She put her hand out-"dance with me."
He felt the old pull of lust that he'd had in the past for a pretty woman, one that would be guaranteed a happy ending for them both.
He saw what she was offering. He took her to the dance floor. He had his needs.
Jamie saw Jeff dancing with the beautiful woman. She didn't blame him. She hadn't been able to forget her past.
She didn't want to sleep with him if he didn't know the truth about her.
But she knew he would run. He would push her away like she had a scarlet letter.
She put her eyes down and walked out to the open doors of the upper level veranda.
She was working on a glass of water now. She felt the room air crushing her.
She had to escape. She went to Sasha and kissed her cheek. She didn't see Jeff anywhere.
She feared that he had left with the brunette. She didn't blame him.
Sasha thanked her for all of the help and Jamie told her she had too much to drink, she needed to go lay down.
Sasha patted her hand and told her to go.
Jamie walked down the stairs and ran into the brunette. She was adjusting the cleavage of her dress.
She saw Jeff emerge from the same room as the brunette woman. He looked down, he couldn't look at her.
She turned and ran off. He called her name. She waited for her driver to pick her up, alone at the curb.
She was crying now. She got into the car and went home.
When she got home, she scanned her phone and saw
that there was a text from Jeff. He said he needed to see her tonight.
She didn't respond to his text. She took off her dress and removed her heels.
She drew herself a bath. He called her.
She stepped into the tub and lowered her head under the water. "Make it go away!" She said.
She was having a few regrets for not sleeping with Jeff, if she had, then maybe he wouldn't have been with that beautiful brunette.
She told herself that she was to blame.
She soaked for over an hour. She got out of the tub and went to bed. She slept poorly.
Jeff screwed up. He lost control. He took that brunette in the back bathroom of the dark room that she had lured him into.
He was thinking of Jamie. He cried out Jamie's name as he had taken that brunette. She had told him that he could call her Shiela.
He left a few large bills in her bra and walked away. She thanked him for his generosity.
He had call girls before. He was used to getting what he wanted when he wanted.
This felt different. He felt dirty.
He was sick when he saw Jamie's face. She looked destroyed. He couldn't even look her in the eye.
She had caught him with that woman.
He had ruined everything. He knew no amount of jewelry or coaxing could make Jamie forgive him.
He tried to text her. She didn't answer. She always answered his texts.
He called her. She didn't answer.
He ordered a dozen roses to be delivered to her home. He had bought her favorite chocolates, he tried to reach her. He would call Sasha, but she was on her honeymoon. He was at a loss for how to fix this.
A few weeks later Jamie was out for a run. She was trying to put Jeff behind her now.
She didn't see the black car with the smoked windows approach her. The car stopped. A man hopped out, he ran up behind her, she turned quickly in fear.
It was Jeff Allen. He was jogging beside her.
When she turned to go down to the beach, he quietly followed her. She stopped and bent over to catch her breath.
He ran over and stopped beside her. Waiting for her to recover her breathing. "I need to talk to you. Please. You don't need to respond. I just need to tell you some things because, I can't seem to go on without thinking about you.
I can't get any work done. I don't have any roses or jewelry. I know those things mean nothing to you. I"...She looked up at him and removed her ear buds.
"Sorry, were you talking to me?" She asked. I was deep into the Imagine dragon's play list. Man, they are talented,"she said.
Jeff asked her if they could sit down somewhere. She nodded and pointed to a park bench. He brushed the sand off of the bench before sitting. She smiled politely at him.
"I owe you an apology," she said-surprising him yet again.
He waited to see what she was apologizing to him for.
She took his hands and looked at him.
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