Chapter 23. I Don't Want You Back

"Jess?"

Oh no.

"Jessiah?"

"It can't be him. It can't be..." Her brain repeated the words as she faced the busy road, standing and waiting for a cab on the sidewalk with her hoodie covering her up. Or so she thought.

"Jessiah." The deep, husky, familiar voice sounded louder now.

Shit. The guy stood beside her now.

Her breathing paused. Her legs just froze up at the mere sound of his voice. Shock constricted her throat and chest, her heart just pounding in her rib cage. She didn't need to turn around to be sure.

The guy's grip on her arm told her enough. Reminded her enough. The prick always thought he could touch her without her permission.

What a dick. Almost three years later and he's still the same. Still the same conceited asshole she almost dated.

"Wow. Jessiah Kinley...in the flesh again." Armand Claude took another step closer, his suede shoes almost touching her sneakers. His lips and five o'clock shadow moved while he wor