Jessica pretended to consider Mr handsome's proposal over a glass of liqour.
"Okay I'll do it, so what's your name?"
"Bond"
"Like James Bond"
"Yeah"
"That isn't your real name"
"It isn't but that's what I want you to call me for now"
" that's fair, you can call me storm"
" like x-men storm?"
"Yeah"
"Deal then. I'll contact you and let you know the plan".
Jessica felt a ray of hope. She still wondered where everyone was but she was glad they had all gone out. She'll make herself something to eat, check out some YouTube beauty tips, dance a bit and sleep. Hopefully her husband won't come back till she's done with her bucket list. She played loud music and had fun with her self, she hadn't danced or laughed or even cooked in years. She felt strange but happy like the first time Diego had come into her life and charmed her, still believed that at some point Diego had actually loved her, before he turned so demonic.
By 7pm Jessica was exhausted she had found ways to make her own cloths, she was tired of shopping and had so many cloths she didn't wear anymore, now she could transform those cloths to whatever she wanted, she had cooked herself a delicious Mexican pasta, danced her fit off, had a warm bath accompanied with red wine and soft music and was ready for bed. Just then she heard voices outside well they must be back she thought, so she hurried to bed and pretended to be asleep when Diego opened her door and called her name. He could burn in hell for all she cared, she hoped she wouldn't have nightmares as she slept off.
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