After Escaping From Wedding Night

Chapter 15: A Long-Awaited Apology

Jessica raised her eyebrows, dreading the man who was standing in front of her. She hated him. No, she despised him after what he had instructed his friends to do to her. Was that his f*****g revenge? Did this man have no heart? Did his friends tell him that they actually did not do what he had hatefully ordered them to do? At first, John and Antony thought it was a joke, a bet. But, after Roger's demand, they knew this was far bigger than they had anticipated, and they could not possibly carry out what he wanted them to.

Instead, Jessica had sat in the room quietly with John and Antony and tried to dodge their onslaught of questions. They had left her alone after a while, tired of her quietness, and quickly walked out the room but not before giving her a quick pitiful glance. Anyone in war with Roger Richard, they felt quite sorry for them.

Jessica looked at Roger with disdain and complained, "Why are you here? What do you want to do to me now?" Jessica noticed her voice wavered at the end, and she despised herself for showing weakness in front of this man.

Roger was somewhat surprised to find Jessica alone in the room, sitting on the bed. He had expected… well, he had expected something else which he did not want to think about. After he had handed over Jessica, rather rashly, over to his friends, he had regretted his decision. However, he could not go back on his words, no matter how much it killed him inside. So, when he found her sitting on the bed talking on the phone, he was somewhat relieved and happy though he masked his emotions.

Without acknowledging Jessica, Roger sat cross-legged on the black crystal tea table in front of her, with dignity and elegance. His smile was indifferent, and his eyes were so cold.

Roger stared at Jessica as if she were like a commodity waiting to be purchased. Then, Roger spoke up, "What did you think about my previous proposal?"

Hearing this, Jessica frowned. She could not remember what Roger had said before, so she asked, "What?"

He sneered and leaned closer. With his long elegant finger, Roger grabbed hold of Jessica's chin and looked at her delicate face.

Roger whispered then, his cool minty breath wafting over her face, "Be my lover." 

Jessica registered the words later as she was too busy trying to stifle her breathing as to not breathe in the smoky scent emitting from him. It seemed like Roger had been smoking. Her look of disgust perfectly matched with what she thought of Roger's proposal.

Without any hesitation, Jessica ripped her face away from his grip and snarled, "My answer is the same as before."

After saying this, Jessica stood up about to leave. However, Roger stopped her and pushed her down on the bed. She yelped as her ankle bumped into the bed frame, making her glare daggers at Roger, who looked slightly apologetic.

Obviously, Roger was running out of patience now, "Jessica, do you really think you can escape from me?"

His eyes were cruel, powerful, and frightening, seeming to have a hold on Jessica's soul. Her brain told her to run, run far away from this man who had hurt her every chance he got. But her heart told her to stay and fight. Fight back. 

Jessica looked at Roger fearlessly, "Roger, I'm not afraid of you."

Her provocation made Roger laugh. This woman was so arrogant and presumptuous. Roger once had been framed up by her, had his life ruined by her; he was not about to give her a second chance.  

Roger smirked, "We will see."

His eyes cut through her like ice as she got over on top of her. Jessica's breath hitched as she guessed what was about to happen. She knew that any logical person would push him off, scream like a banshee, and run away from him. However, she was not normal, and this was not a normal situation. This was the man she had dreamed about the last three years; this was the man she had s*x with a few times, and he had taken over her thoughts, body, and mind. This was the man whom she would allow to touch her, have her, f**k her any way he wanted, and she hated herself for that. She hated herself that she had allowed herself to be played like that. She hated that he knew exactly how to make her prey. He knew exactly what she wanted.

Roger began to rip Jessica's clothes off roughly.

"You think you can go and f**k my friends. You think you can go have any man you want," Roger growled as he started mauling her breasts. The groping and tugging felt so different yet so good. She closed her eyes and moaned.

"You're mine," Roger whispered huskily, staring deep into Jessica's eyes before he latched onto her n****e.

Jessica buckled underneath him, the rush of feelings almost paralyzing her. She could feel a wave of pleasure beginning from her breasts going all the way down to her v****a. His weight on top of her should have made her feel out of breath, but it was anything but that. She wanted Roger on top of her; she wanted him to ravage her.

Roger licked and grazed her neck's skin with his teeth, leaving little marks that would not stay there long, but the sight of them on her skin turned him on. He had marked her, and that's what he wanted – for Jessica to be his, only his. He did the same with her collarbone but a little harder making Jessica moan as he licked and sucked. Jessica's breathing was getting heavier and faster, and she folded her legs up behind Roger, buckling into him.   

Right when Jessica felt desperate, Roger stilled.

"What…" Jessica moaned and opened her eyes, looking at Roger questioningly.

Roger grinned like a Cheshire cat and stared at Jessica hungrily. As much as he wanted to f**k her, he had to give her a taste of her own medicine.

"Get out!" Roger ordered.

Jessica looked at him blankly, not understanding at first. Her eyes narrowed when she realized what he had done.

"You…" Jessica did not know what to say. The bastard had played her again, and she fell right into his trap.  

Roger looked back at her form, still lying on the bed with her shirt missing and breasts on display. His gaze lingered on her erect n*****s, remembering they were in his mouth just a few seconds ago. "What?" He replied innocently.

Jessica leaned up on the bed, "What do you want?" She asked Roger tiredly, knowing she was not about to get a straight answer from him.

Roger shrugged his shoulders, "Aha. You know very well what I want. You tell me what should I do?"

"I don't know. But whatever it is, can you get it over with?" Jessica was not afraid of her reputation. She was afraid of her son. She did not want anything to affect him.  

She stared at Roger, not knowing what compelled her to start talking but talk she did.

"I know I made a mistake and hurt you three years ago. But you can't deny that your family also had done many illegal things, like smuggling guns which hurt so many innocent people! And Carl…"

Jessica's words aggravated Roger, so he interrupted her and yelled, "Shut up! That's not my father, but his secretary. But now the one who is lying in the hospital and bearing such slanders is my father."

Hearing this, Jessica had to admit that she had made mistakes too. However, at that time, she had no choice. She looked down at her hands and replied, "Yes…I found out later. But at that time…"

Roger glared at her, "So you killed someone by mistake. And you want me to forgive you?"

No.

He would not.

Jessica looked at Roger; the anger and trauma in his eyes told her he would never forgive her, at least not easily. And her defense had no power of persuasion.

Roger looked at her, convicted, "Jessica Brown, you are guilty."

Hearing this, Jessica was speechless. He was right, of course, but to hear it come from his mouth like she was some criminal made her pause. Tears pooled in her eyes. Was she really a criminal? Was her child a son of a criminal? A lone tear slipped down her cheek.

She sniffled, trying to stop her tears. "I'm sorry." 

Three years later, she finally said the words.

Roger sneered and looked away, running a hand through his hair. "Do you think that's enough?" He snarled. "Do you think a simple sorry will fix everything?" 

No. For Roger, it made no difference. Things had already happened, and nothing could be changed now. At least not from a five lettered word that did not mean s**t to him.  

Staring at Roger, who was pacing back and forth in the room, Jessica felt sad. She had destroyed his life. Was it worth it, she thought? Was it worth it completely breaking down someone, Jessica? She questioned herself.

Jessica quietly got off the bed and gathered her items. He watched her impassively without saying a word, his eyes following her every move even as she left the room.