JESSICA'S POV
It's daytime, and I honestly don't feel like getting up. I'm tired and want to sleep, but I have a lot of things to do and a lot of things to fix. I grabbed the pillow, put it on my face and sighed. "What are you worried about, Jess?" Santi's voice asked next to me. "Nothing." I responded "I know something is worrying you, you always do this when you worry about something."
"It's nothing, I promise, I just have to think about some things." I said "You don't need to take care of that, both I and Carla can do it." He insisted and I denied, because it's not necessary. "I'm not going to let you do it." I responded, "And I can't let you get stressed because of all this."
"Nothing is going to happen to me, really, I have a plan in mind." I said, moving the pillow away and looking at him. "Oh yeah?" He asked, resting his elbow on his pillow and resting his head on his hand. "Yeah" I stated "Will you tell me?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. "Yes, but not right now, first I have to put it together and convince Jackson it's the best we can do."
"Ok, if you need help with that, maybe Carla can help you." He said, "I don't think it's necessary, but I want to ask you a question." I said, turning so I could see him. "Which one?" He asked, "What do you think about me singing?" I questioned and he frowned. "What exactly do I have to think?" my boyfriend returned the question "I don't know, that's why I'm asking you. You're the one who has the talent."
"Ah, you mean that." He said with a small smile on his face, causing one to automatically form on mine. "Yes, I mean that." I stated, "Well, you're really good, you practically wouldn't need to be taught anything, and believe me, I've been trying to convince you to become a singer for years, but there's no way to convince you." He responded with a laugh. "And what would you say if I did it now?"
"I don't understand." He said, frowning. "Just answer." I insisted with the smile still on my face "Well, I would love the idea and I would support you one hundred percent." responded "And what would you say if a record company wanted to hire me as a singer?"
"I'd be glad." he said quickly "Even though it's not at the record company you work for?" I asked and Santi laughed "That's something I don't care my queen, what I don't understand is what the question is about."
I got out of bed and went to the desk where all the papers I brought were, looked for the contract and some more from the record company, I took them and sat on the bed, passing the papers to him so he would understand what I meant. At first, he looked at me without understanding anything, but then he started looking at the papers and I can assure he would start crying at any moment.
"Is this true?" He asked, focusing his gaze on mine. "Apparently, four years ago that record company wanted to hire me to be a singer and I have no idea what to do. Well, I have one now, but that doesn't mean I always want to do it." I responded "Are you asking me for advice?" He asked, raising an eyebrow and I rolled my eyes. "Obviously, I don't know what to do, Santi."
"Accept." He quickly said "Why?" I asked curiously, "You're good, you sing great, and I'm not saying it because I love you, but because it's true and if it's something that can help you with the idea of what you want to do, you should go for it." He responded "I just don't know…"
"Jess, everything is going to be fine, I'll support you whatever you decide, but I think if it is something that can help you, you should accept." He insisted, "So you're not mad another record company wants me?" I asked, "I would like to work with you, but I think that record company is better, I'm telling you it's better than the one I'm working for."
"How so?" I questioned, noticing his annoying tone. "It's basically where all the greatest Italian artists of today come out, and that, love, is what you will become if you accept." He responded "I doubt it." I denied, "Well, don't do it, because I know you have a great talent for music. Now promise me something."
"What?" I asked curiously. "You will think about it and not reject it just because you didn't plan to have a career as a singer." He said "I'll think about it, don't worry. I have to ask you another question." I insisted, "You're very inquisitive in the morning, love." he replied laughing "I forgot everything, so I'll have to ask."
"It was a joke." He said seriously and I nodded "I know." I assured "Well, then ask the question." He said with his smile back on his face. "Will something happen if Monica shows up at the house?" I questioned "Nothing will happen, but why does she have to show up?" He asked with a frown. "Because I can't go out, at least today, but she will help me understand what I was planning to do with job."
"I'm sure she will, let's just hope she doesn't get upset when she sees you're alive." He answered, "If she didn't get so upset on the plane, I highly doubt she'll be when she knows I'm alive." I said, shrugging my shoulders. "I wouldn't know what to tell you, maybe she's convinced it's a dream or something, you never know."
"Well, if that happens, I'll make sure she doesn't think it's a dream." I assured "I'm sure you will, now I have to get up love because I have to go to work." He said, "Is it safe for you to go to work with all the press behind you?" I asked, worrying for his safety. "Nothing will happen to me, don't worry. You can stay and sleep a little longer."
"I'm not sleepy, so I'll get up. That way at least I can keep you company." I said sincerely "Company I adore I must say." He responded with a big smile on his face "I adore it too, now come on, I don't want you to be late for work" I said laughing "I won't, besides, it's okay if I'm late, nothing will happen, I have to be producing for the new singer."
"Well, all the more reason you have to arrive earlier." I insisted, "It's what I want the least." He protested. "Why?" I asked curiously "I don't know, there's something I don't like about that girl." He said making me frown. "And what is that?" I asked, "I don't know, she looks at me strangely and it's like she's trying to flirt with me."
"She does what?" I asked, sitting on our bed. "I'm not sure, besides, if she knows I'm in love with someone else I doubt she'd do that." He responded, shrugging his shoulders. "She better, because if she tries to do anything I'll pull out every hair she has" I assured and Santi laughed, putting his arm around my hip. "I love jealous Jessica."
"Well, I don't, but if I have to go out to defend what is mine, I'll go out and no one will like it when I do" I reported, "I would like to see her, but you don't have to worry about it, because I only have eyes for you." He assured, "And I'm not worried about what you can do, because I know you won't cheat on me, what worries me is what that girl can do."
"I won't let her do anything; I promise." He said "Don't promise something you can't control. Now let's get up and go have breakfast." I said, and got out of bed going downstairs. I know I had a lot of things to do, but now what interested me most was knowing what that girl wanted with my boyfriend. I would have to find a way and a reason why I could show up there, but that would be another time.
During breakfast we were talking about everything and nothing at the same time, but that didn't mean I don't like spending time with him, he's a good company and now I understand what I was missing in Los Angeles. Around eight thirty he left, leaving me in the house with the kids, who were sleeping, but I didn't stay alone for long, because just as I was going to go upstairs to get dressed, someone knocked at the door, so I head to the door to see who it is.
"Carla, I thought you were one of those who gets up late. Come in, Santi left breakfast ready for the kids and for you." I said with a big smile on my face "How nice, in these years he didn't do it." She protested, pouting. "Well, you're lucky, he got it done today."
"I'll thank him later, and by answering your question, I'm one of those people, but they called me from work because they want me to do a collaboration with a girl they just hired." She said, "Good for you I suppose" I said "You don't know who she is."
"I doubt it, why would I know who she is?" I asked, even more confused, "You should, but I'll tell you. I don't know if you remember when we were at school there was a girl who wanted to be with Santi and in fact, they were together."
"And what does that have to do with me?" I asked, "Well, that girl has returned and from what I was able to talk to her, she's still interested in Santi, she wants him for herself." My best friend informed "The girl Santi told me about." I murmured, more to myself than anyone else. "What girl are you talking about?" Carla asked, confused. "This morning, he told me he had to work with a girl and he didn't like something about her. That she's flirting with him," I said, remembering my boyfriend's words.
"Not something that impress me, that girl is crazy about Santi." Carla informed me and I snorted, "If you think she's going to get him, she's wrong." I said, "That's what I think, but that's not the worst." The singer said "So what's the worst?" I questioned, raising an eyebrow. "That girl doesn't like you at all, and Santi has no idea about that."
"What?" I asked, trying to understand where she's going with that information. "If she finds out you're alive, all the more reason she will want to get Santi." Carla confessed "And what do you want me to do? I can't just show up at the record company like nothing happened. First, I have to fix this whole mess."
"I know, and that's why I plan to go to the record company and see what she wants to achieve." Carla said "Are you really going to do that?" I asked curiously, "Of course, now Santi is back to what he was, I'm not going to allow anyone to separate him from you, much less anyone to separate you from him, that's why I'll tell you I plan to investigate what she intends to achieve by working with Santi, because she insisted, he has to be her producer."
"Nothing good for sure." I pointed out, "That's what I think, but don't worry, I'll be there to see." My best friend said with a big smile "Thank you, now you better go eat breakfast while I go change." And just at that moment, both Madison and Miky come down as the doorbell rings.
"I'll open it, you go get dressed." Carla said and I denied "I can go open the door." I assured "Don't worry, now go change." She insisted "It's okay, guys, breakfast is in the kitchen, you'll just have to heat it" I said, focusing my attention on the kids. "I hope Santi made breakfast."
"Why? Are you going to tell me if I make you breakfast you won't eat it?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. "It's not that, it's just what that man cooks, is delicious" Miky informed with a big smile on his face "I'm with Miky." Madison supported "I get the impression you're spending a lot of time with Carla, now go have breakfast."
They went to the kitchen and I went upstairs to get dressed. I showered, dressed, and organized the papers on the desk. As soon as I finished, I went out and Jackson is waiting for me at the door. "Good morning, Miss Leone." My bodyguard greeted. "Good morning, Jackson, tell me you won't guard the door of my room too." I asked, "No, I only came up because I have everything you asked for yesterday."
"Give me a summary, please." I asked "Ok, I found the best doctor to remove the tumour, he wants to see her as soon as possible and, if possible, he would like to talk to the doctor who treat you these years." He said and I nodded "That's done. Next"
"Miss Monica is downstairs waiting for you, although from what she thinks she's waiting for Carla. I think she is still in shock since she saw you on the plane." He informed me and I nodded, because I was already expecting something like that. "Okay, I'll take care of it. Next"
"The record company can receive you any time you want, they don't believe it's you, but I think they're more curious about who it could be." He assured with a smile on his face, "It seems like everyone is impressed I'm alive." I murmured, "We've been thinking you were dead for four years, so yeah, it's a little shocking after four years, you're alive."
"I see, anything else?" I asked "Yeah, I have found a couple of bodyguards who can fill the positions you want, you can meet them whenever you want." He reported "Call them by noon." I said "Everyone?" He asked and I nodded "Everyone."
"And what are we going to do with the doctor?" He asked curiously "We'll go this afternoon, first I have to call Santi to see if he wants to come." I said and he nodded. "I can tell you he wants" He assured, "Well, it doesn't hurt to check, you have work to do."
"I already told you he's going to accept" He insisted "Whatever you want, now let's go downstairs." We go down the stairs and head to the kitchen. As soon as we arrive, Carla looks in my direction causing the woman who was currently giving us her back turn around to see what Carla is looking at and as soon as she notices me, her eyes widen.
"I must be dreaming right now." She murmured and I shook my head with a smile on my face. "You're not, like I told you, what happened on the plane is real, Monica." Carla assured, but the woman didn't look away from me for a single moment. "But... I remember you said she..." the woman began and my best friend nodded. "We thought the same thing, but when we went to Los Angeles for the tour, we saw her in a cafeteria."
"This cannot be." She muttered, still not believing it. "Well, it's happening." I assured and at that moment, the woman comes running in my direction, hugs me and after a few seconds I hug her back. It doesn't take long for her to start crying and say things I can't understand. Carla smiles at me and both Madison and Miky stare at me without understanding what's happening. After a few minutes she stops hugging me and turns away from me. "I thought you were dead."
"Well, everyone thought if it's any consolation." I said sincerely, "All of that was my fault... I hadn't let you…" she began, but I denied, "There's no way you could have prevented it, I'll tell you that." I assured "But I could have at least stopped you or something…"
"Of course not, I'm telling you, I've been her bodyguard for a long time, and when something is on her mind, you can't get it out of her head." Jackson stated behind me "Jackson is right, Mónica. Not even Santi can change her mind, with that I tell you everything." Carla reported with a big smile on her face "They're right, I highly doubt you were going to change my mind, especially since he's fine now and I will do everything in my power to make him feel good"
"I love you too Jess." Miky responded with a big smile on his face. "And I love you, little one." I stated "Wait, is that the boy?" Mónica asked, turning in the direction "That same one." I nodded "Yes, my mother and I were trying to find you to tell you Jessica was okay, but we never found you, so we took care of her all this time, well, until she started taking care of me."
"This makes me happy. I understand you wanted to see me." Monica said, focusing her gaze on his. "Yeah, I hope you can be my manager again." I responded "Of course I can, you were the only person who gave me the opportunity to be your manager and the best person I worked for"
"If you have someone else, I can find someone else." I said honestly even though it wouldn't be something I would like. "No, the guy I work for right now sucks. I prefer to work with you, honestly." She assured, "If that's what you want, go ahead."
"So, when do I start working?" Mónica asked curiously. "Right now, if you can, I need you to tell me what I was doing." I asked and she nodded with a big smile on her face. "I do it happily, I will arrange everything beforehand and I'll go get some papers from the house to show them to you."
"I think she has so much papers with her so I doubt she needs more, Monica." Carla responded, letting out a laugh. "Believe me, she has more than those." Monica responded, "Jessica will end up buried among so many papers." My best friend noted, "I won't, so stop worrying. Also, didn't you have to go to the record company?
"That's right, if you want, I'll take the kids for a walk." Carla said with a smile on her face "They can stay at home; you don't need to take them." I answered honestly. The last thing she needed is be bothered at work. "Come on Jessica, leave them come with me" Carla asked, pouting. "Why are you acting like a little girl right now?" I asked a little confused "Because I want to take the kids. I'm sure they will like to see where I record the songs."
"Jess, we want to see where Carla records." Madison said, doing the same as her. "Why do I get the impression all of her habits are rubbing off on you?" I asked ironically "Because I'm that cool, but let me take them, come on. I promise you nothing will happen to them and that both Pérez and Hamilton will not let go of them." She informed "Take Halsted too, he will be the one to stay with them."
"Are we going to have bodyguards?" Miky asked "Yes, you are little one, but first I have to find the right one for you" I said, "I feel important right now." The little boy said excitedly. "And you are, you're my little brother." I said, "I think I just got a little lost."
"Don't worry, I'll explain everything to you later." I responded to Monica, "I hope so, because I would like to understand things a little." She said, "You will." I assured "So what do you say, let me take them for a walk?" Carla asked with a big smile on her face. "Okay, but I want you guys' home for lunch."
"At that moment we will come with Santi." Carla responded with a nod. "As for Santi, can you tell him to call me when he has a free moment?" I asked and Carla just laughed. "Your jealousy is getting out of hand, dear."
"It's not jealousy, I want to talk to him about something." I assured, "Yes, of course, and I believe it." My best friend responded, rolling her eyes. "I don't care if you don't believe it, just tell him." I asked, "At your service, commander."
I couldn't do anything other than laugh. I don't know who's worse, her or the children, but well, from what I remember, she was always like that, so I get the impression there's nothing we can do about it.
When they left the house with all the bodyguards, I turned to Jackson and Monica who had stood behind me looking in my same direction. "Do you really need to go home and get those papers?" I asked Monica, "First let's look at the ones you have here and then we'll see if I have to bring the ones I have at home."
"Okay, let me go get the papers I have here" I said with a smile on my face "Do you need me to go help you, Miss Leone?" Jackson asked and I denied, because I wouldn't need it. "No, I'll be fine, stay here and eat breakfast, I know you haven't." I pointed out "No…" he started, but I denied "Don't even think about refusing, you're going to have breakfast and that's it."
"As you say." He responded with a slight nod. "And I know I told you once, but I repeat again, call me Jessica and don't call me a miss." I asked with a smile on my face "I'll try." He responded,
With that I went upstairs to get all the papers I had and I started to see blurry things, so much so I practically couldn't see anything, only colours, but I couldn't differentiate anything. If this had happened in Los Angeles, I wouldn't have had to call anyone because I knew the apartment inside out, but here, I don't have the slightest idea where things are yet.
"Jackson." I called my bodyguard "Yeah?" He responded quickly from beside me, "I need you to take these papers and help me down." I asked, "Is something wrong?" He asked in a worried tone. "I see everything blurry, that's why I need you to help me." I said sincerely, "I think it's best you leave this and go see the doctor right now."
"Don't worry, I'm just tired." I assured and heard a slight snort. "You're making it worse, why don't you rest for a while and then we'll talk about this?" He asked and I denied "No, we're going to do it now and let's not talk about it again Jackson. It will pass in no time." I assured with a small smile on my face "I hope so, because if not, I swear, I will take you to the hospital straight away."
"You'll see that it won't be necessary." I insisted, "We'll see about that. Lean on me and I'll tell you when there's a step, okay?" He asked and I laughed "Don't worry about that, Wisky will help me with that." I informed "As you wish. Where do you want me to take you?" He asked, putting my arm through the crook of his. "To the living room, we'll talk there." I said "Then let's go."