"What the hell are you doing here Jackson?" Molly demanded, her voice cold. She'd never seen her this angry. In fact, she wasn't sure she'd seen her angry at all. She tensed up, curling into herself more and drawing her things in closer to her. Anyone who could get Molly this worked up could not be good news.
"Just dropping by. I need a place to crash, and this place is as much mine as it is yours." Molly flinched.
"You're not welcome here, Jackson. Get out. You're ruining the customers experience." He laughed, shaking his head.
"You mean her? I think she's quite enjoying the drama. And besides, you should know better than to deflect. Right Mol?" She was sure she could see a vein pulsing in Molly's forehead. No one called her Mol. It had always upset her, but no one knew why. Did it have to do with this man?
"You." Molly spat through gritted teeth. Get in the back. Now." With that, she span on her heel and stormed into the kitchen. Jackson sent a sly smirk her direction, before folowing Molly through the double doors into the other room.
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RomanceAlex had always thought she was straight. At least, she'd had no reason to believe otherwise. That was, until she started spending more time with Molly, the owner of her favourite cafe. But they both have a past, one they'd like to forget. It's not...
