Book two of 'The Vengeance Duology'
Five years ago, the lads and I made the biggest mistake of our lives-a reckless decision that shattered everything.
We destroyed what mattered most, but my deepest regret is how much I hurt her.
Every moment of pa...
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"Jacques, wake up!" I shout, hurling a pillow straight at his head. He groans, burying his face deeper into the covers, but then Phantom leaps onto the bed, trotting up confidently before plopping down right on Jacques's chest.
"Well, I can't get up now," Jacques mutters, feigning helplessness as he reaches up to scratch behind Phantom's ears.
I roll my eyes and scoop Phantom up, gently placing him back on the ground. "Come on, I have meetings, and you promised you'd help me today."
Jacques sighs dramatically. "Fine, fine, I'm getting up," he grumbles, slowly pushing himself into a sitting position, his hair a tousled mess
I walk out of Jacques's room, still slightly amused by how easy it was to wake him up, and make my way back to mine. Today's important, and I need to look the part. I push open my closet doors and start rummaging through my clothes, feeling the soft textures of fabrics brush against my fingers.
I pause, pulling out a fitted, sleeveless black high-neck top. It's simple but sharp, hugging my figure just right. Perfect. I toss it onto the bed and grab a pair of high-waisted flared pants to match. The tailored fit makes my legs look endless and gives me that added bit of power when I walk into a room. I step into the pants and smooth them down, then pull on the top, feeling it mold perfectly to my body.
I slip on my favorite pair of pointed-toe black boots—the ones that add a couple of extra inches and a lot of attitude. I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror and smirk. This will do nicely.
I grab my oversized black leather tote bag from the corner, sliding my phone and essentials inside. I throw on my sunglasses, not just for the sun but for the added mystery they bring. Today's meeting is with a particular person, and I need to look good.
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I give myself one last look, satisfied. Ready.
"Come on!" I shout.
"I'm coming, Jesus, woman!" Jacques yells back, stumbling out of his bedroom, still half-asleep. He runs a hand through his messy hair, looking slightly disheveled, but there's a grin on his face.
