Beautiful Perfection (Beautifully Unbroken Book 2) (13 page)

Case number 15896.

Cooper Henderson diary entry for prosecution.

Evidence log number 25.

“I think I am going crazy; it has been one week and one day since I last saw Jo and I couldn’t bear not seeing her any longer. Marcus had called and invited me out to Sugar Lounge and once he confirmed to me that Jo would be there too, I didn’t hesitate on accepting the invite. I am fed up of being on house arrest, constantly watching Sara to make sure that she is where she should be and is behaving, being stuck here is just making me think of Jo more and more, and the more I think about her, the more I want to see her; I made my excuses to Sara earlier this evening and left the apartment to head over to Jo’s place; if we were both going to Sugar this week then I would be taking her, that way I knew that she would be safe. Jo was out when I first arrived at her apartment, instead I was greeted by a hostile Alex whose annoyance was obvious when I insisted that I would be waiting for Jo to return as I needed to speak to her.

Seeing Jo as she entered the apartment looking breathtaking made that familiar ache reappear in my chest. She has had her hair cut and she looks more beautiful that I have ever seen her look before. I’ll be honest, I struggled to keep my mind focused as she stood in front of me but I eventually managed to persuade her to ride with me to Sugar, much to Alex’s annoyance, which only made me happier when she agreed. Already I am looking forward to seeing her again. And this time, I’m not sure that I’m gonna be able to control myself from touching her. No matter how hard I have tried over the past few weeks, her taste and scent are still imprinted into my memory. I need to taste her again; I need to feel her body pressed against mine. Gone now were any thoughts that I ever had of us remaining friends. She was it for me, and I was going to do something about it.”

Case number 15896.

Cooper Henderson diary entry for prosecution.

Evidence log number 26.

“Stepping into Jo’s apartment last night, I had plastered the biggest smile on my face to hide the obvious nerves that were beginning to make my body tremble. Those nerves were replaced with what I can only describe as jealousy when I saw Blake standing in front of me mentally undressing Jo as she stood opposite him looking like a lost puppy. Male pride kicked in and I forced my smile even wider, I
headed over and placed my lips to Jo’s soft skin on her cheek.  I whispered into her ear
how stunning she looked, I knew that Blake’s eyes were burning into me as I turned to look at him. He was looking at me with such venom in his eyes. How he had managed to fuck up what he could have had with Jo was beyond me. I was about to use it to my full advantage as I boasted about being the lucky one tonight; which I was.

Alex had instantly jumped in as he shouted to Blake that there were ladies waiting for them, who had he been kidding? It was obvious that there was only one person that Blake wanted, and she was standing opposite him. I needed to get Jo out of that apartment as soon as possible, I saw it while I stood and watched them; it was as if they were having some sort of silent conversation between the two of them. I needed to put a stop to it before Blake could consume her mind for the evening but that wasn’t meant to be, last night definitely wasn’t how I had imagined it was going to pan out.

Jo had been silent on the ride over to the club. I could tell that she was so pre-occupied with thoughts of Blake that she probably didn’t even want to be there. The night had started off a disaster and I had needed to rectify it. As we headed into the club, I guided Jo through to the VIP area that had been roped off especially for the party. Jo had stopped as she reached Marcus and began chatting away with him so I took the opportunity to excuse myself; I had headed back out of the VIP area and hunted down Jason. Jason was head of security at Sugar and also, the person to go to when you needed a hit.

Jo had been so tense that I asked Jason if he had anything that could help her to relax. She had been in desperate need of a night out and for it to be a good one at that. We did the dealings and I headed into the toilet where I snorted a couple of lines before heading back to the VIP area and to the bar where I ordered us both a drink.

Jo began downing cocktails like they were going out of fashion. She must have drunk at least four to my knowledge and we had only been in the club an hour tops. I was becoming slightly concerned about how the effects of the relaxant would mix with the amount of alcohol she had consumed so from that moment I decided that I would order her only soft drinks from now on.

She talked about Blake the whole time that we had sat at the bar. I had started to get worked up. The alcohol mixed with the coke that I had snorted along with listening to Jo babble on about Blake the walking Adonis had got me all kinds of angry. I had sat there listening to her asking me why she couldn’t have fallen in love with me instead. Fuck, that had hurt more than I would have ever imagined. I didn’t do love, remember? And now I was feeling hurt that Jo had asked why she hadn’t fallen in love with me instead.

She had excused herself to go to the toilet after promising me that she was going to speak no more about Blake for the rest of the evening. Thank god I thought.

After watching her stumble away, grabbing everything in her path to keep her standing, I turned to the bar and ordered her a non-alcoholic cocktail. She needed to sober up if the night was going to go as I intended it to, and that was with my mouth at some stage locked onto hers.

She came back and downed the drink in one gulp just as Robin Thicke started playing through the loud speakers. She slurred to me that she loved the song as she held her hand out to me and asked me to dance with her. I smiled and took her hand in mine feeling the electricity buzzing through my veins. She had gone to the toilet hung up on her feelings for Blake; she had come back with a different look in her eyes. She was ready to let me in and I was gladly going to co-operate. I then led her through the busy crowd and stopped as we reached the center of the sweaty bodies that were moving to the beat all around us. We began dancing when Jo moved her arms up my body and wrapped them around my neck. She had leaned into me as though we were dancing to the slowest song ever written. She was giving me some sort of signal, she must have been. I was convinced that she actually wanted to do to me what I was desperate to do to her; the signals she was sending me were definitely working in my favor.

It didn’t take long before my erection was pressing hard against her body. She must have noticed but said nothing; instead she continued to press herself hard against me, I could see that she was leaning on me as a way of staying on her feet, but a guy can dream right? I removed her hands from around my neck and spun her body around; my hands gripped her waist as I pulled her back into my body. Her head rested back on my shoulder as she lifted her arms once more and placed them back around my neck. This was torture, sweet, beautiful torture but it was also hot, so fucking hot that there was no way that I was going to be able to keep my dick in my pants for much longer. My lips grazed her ear lobe and she didn’t protest. In fact, she leaned even closer to me so I did it again. I could have been mistaken, or maybe not, but I was sure I heard a small groan escape her lips. She finally wanted me and I was all about giving her what she wanted. I glided my hands up and down her body as I whispered to her about how good she felt, and still, she continued to take it from me. I could hold on no more, she had got to me so much, I needed her.

I didn’t offer her a choice as I rushed us both off the dance floor and into the long corridor that took us to the back of the club. It wasn’t how I had expected the night to pan out, but I couldn’t keep my hands to myself for a second longer. She had given me the green light more than once last night and something inside me couldn’t hold back for one second longer.

As I pushed open the exit door, Jo had swayed further into my arms. Unable to hold back, I pinned Jo to the wall and took her mouth in mine. I had wanted this since the night Jo first kissed me and now I had lost control and was unable to stop even if I ever wanted to. Jo had been absolutely hammered, but I couldn’t help the way my body was responding to her. I had kissed her with such force, sucking and nipping at her lips so much that I could taste blood. I had placed my knee between Jo’s legs to keep her upright, I couldn’t stop myself, she was too addictive, she was a different kind of drug, she was the drug that I had spent my entire life trying to avoid. The kind that was so addictive, that just one taste would have me hooked for life.

Jo had begun fighting against me, grabbing my shirt and begging me to stop but I couldn’t. I just couldn’t stop myself.

I was somewhere between heaven and hell and I couldn’t seem to decide which path was the best one for me to take. The more that she had begged me to stop, the more I needed to feel her, the more it made me want to be inside her.

But hearing her scream out as loud as she could made me realize what I had been so close to actually doing to her. Was I seriously about to fuck her when she was asking me not to? When she was begging me to stop? I had ignored her pleas and had begun working on my zip when Blake’s voice echoed through the deserted parking lot, bringing me swiftly back to the reality of what I was about to do. For the first time since knowing that Blake and Jo had fallen for each other, I was somewhat grateful for his interruption.

I had stumbled back and could only watch as Blake approached me with such fire in his eyes, I was sure I was about to die. His fist connected with my face before he had even stopped walking, sending me crashing to the ground.

Before the pain had even registered, he was on me, my shirt in one hand his other fist hitting me repeatedly in the face. Jo was shouting to him to stop, I didn’t deserve him to stop; I deserved every single punch and a whole lot more for what I had done and was about to do to her. When the punches stopped suddenly, I looked up to see that Blake was back on his feet and running towards Jo as she slowly began to fall to the floor, her eyes were rolling, her body was limp. I scrambled to my feet as Blake was begging her to speak, begging her to tell him what she had taken. Blake demanded to me to tell him what she had taken as his fingers pressed against her neck checking for her pulse but I was frozen as I saw her lying motionless on the floor.

I remember Blake shouting to me as he picked Jo up from the floor, he was yelling to me to call 911 before he made a promise that if he found out that I was responsible for Jo collapsing then he would kill me, and he meant it. All I had given her was something to relax her, there would be no way I would ever hurt Jo intentionally, never. Panic ran through me, my whole body shuddered continuously as I watched her lay in Blake’s arms. I stumbled back a few steps before I turned and bolted as fast as I could across the deserted parking lot; Blake was yelling at me to stop but I couldn’t. I couldn’t face seeing what I had done to her. I was back to being the mother fucking prick that I had turned into as I ran and ran until my body forced me to stop and I threw up all over the side of the road. It was in that exact moment, that I spoke to someone that I had never spoken to before. I prayed to God please do not let Jo die.”

Case number 15896.

Cooper Henderson diary entry for prosecution.

Evidence log number 27.

“I spent most of this morning lying on my bed calling Jo’s phone repeatedly. There was no answer, just her voicemail every single time. I was desperate to know that she was ok. I couldn’t bear the thought that something had happened to her and it was entirely my fault. I had wanted to call the hospital, but the fear of the police being there and finding out it was me prevented me from doing so. I was a coward like that. By six this evening I could take it no longer. I dressed and drove over to Jo’s apartment building and sat patiently waiting for any sign at all of how she was. The hours ticked by and nothing. People came and went, but there was no sign of anyone that could give me the slight inkling as to how Jo was doing. Sara had called a couple of times while I was out; I had of course ignored her. Hell only knows what would happen if she knew where I was and why I was there.

By late evening I caved in and called the hospital. Telling them that I was Marcus was the best that I could come up with. I breathed a sigh of relief when they told me that Jo was about to be released and was fine. Upon hearing that news I came back to my apartment feeling as though the noose had been slightly loosened from around my neck.

Sara began screeching to me as I entered the apartment. She was stood at the kitchen island chopping vegetables asking me where I had been, okay so I may have slept with her last night once she helped clear my cuts, I couldn’t help it, I needed to forget about what had happened and Sara just happened to be there. I never gave her any detail about my beating but she guessed that it had something to do with a woman; thank God she didn’t know who that woman was. But even still it was no reason for her to turn all psycho on me because she hadn’t known where I had been, I made a point of telling her that last night was a one off, she accepted it grudgingly as she went back to preparing dinner for us both. I had reached for the whiskey and downed a large glass as I prepared myself for another night of listening to Sara yak on about what she was going to do with her life once everything had settled down, finally she was forgetting about Jo and seemed to be moving on, I couldn’t help but feel pride at being responsible for that somewhat but also, a lot of guilt for what I had done to Jo. We even discussed about Sara moving out soon, she didn’t seem happy at the thought, but her staying here had always been temporary and she had already proved to me that she was getting better.