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Jackson's playfully obvious request for her to sit the first dance with him out didn't need to be spoken. After all, the woman leading Fox was a very useful ally to them, and allowing another politician to sweep in whilst the two of them shared a dance was not something either one of them needed to happen in that moment. Though, of course, a mild show would not go amiss.

"Of course not," Victoria replied to the man with a warm smile. "Make sure you keep him in line, Tessa. He likes to lead way too much at times." The witch joked, watching them head off to the dance floor together, Jackson looking much too happy with himself, but Victoria didn't think much on it. Tessa was a family friend, of course he would be happy in her company. Instead, Victoria's eyes swept the room, looking for her own opportunity to bring something to the table for Jackson. Whilst she detested the idea of using herself to bait potential future funding, it was something she could use to their advantage with the right person.

All thoughts of that, though, were interrupted by the arrival of the Romney's eldest son. Tagg Romney was in to his fifties now, a well established name in both the business and political world, married with six children, and generally not too bad a man given the social circles he ran in. From what Victoria knew of him, anyway. The polite offer to dance from the man was one Victoria could not say no to, even if she'd wanted to.

Allowing herself to be led to the dance floor by the older male, Victoria fell easily in to step with the man, quite thankful that his hands were careful in their positioning as one rested carefully upon her waist as they danced. Tagg was not the best of dancers, if Victoria was honest, but the dance was not the important part of this meeting. No, the important part of the meeting was encouraging well rounded conversation from the man, establishing connections with him, and, by the end of the second song the two of them had shared, a promise to have their people connecting further -- much like how the witch had achieved such things with Ocasio-Cortez earlier in the day. Feeling rather proud of herself as Tagg introduced her to Craig, his youngest brother who was apparently going through a messy time, but was doing really well in his career. A promotion was on the horizon, as Tagg would tell it.

Victoria had tucked away these nuggets of information, even if they seemed relatively unharmful in that moment. Craig was, much like his brother Tagg, very much like his father in the way he looked. Well spoken and polite though he might be, Victoria didn't find the youngest Romney as much of an asset as his eldest brother. The entertaining side to the boy that was shown in the way he spoke was one that boasted of a need to be heard, of wanting to fit in, and honestly, Victoria was not a fan of such things. Still, the witch allowed herself to be danced around the floor, catching sight of Jackson and Tessa a few times, before Craig graciously allowed the witch to be transferred in to the arms of an older gentleman.

It took a moment to place the man, but with a second glance Victoria knew she'd come in to the acquaintance of one of the Bush cousins. Thankfully for her, the older man was gracious enough to provide his name as he asked her own, and thankfully for Victoria, Jeb Bush was not so much of a game player as the two Romney brothers had been. Instead, he was quite content to listen to her explain her career choices, and who she'd come here with today. Jeb had not been so subtle when he'd said he'd heard of her prowess when Jackson's name had been mentioned, his eyes lingering in places they shouldn't have for a moment too long.

As the song finished, Victoria had politely excused herself from the present company and moved towards the bar to get herself a fresh soft drink, and a moment to take her weight off of her feet. The welcome relief of the stool by the bar, followed by the refreshing Sprite that slid down her throat was enough for Victoria to feel better after having danced for more songs than she had counted now. Her calves were aching to the point where it was now growing painful with the enforced position from the heels, the urge to lean forward and massage them pulling at her, but it was too early to be giving in to such things now. Her legs would just have to pull through for a little while longer. Especially with this event, the heels could not come off here as they had back in Greenswitch.

It was as the witch gently sipped a second refreshing mouthful of Sprite, that she noted one of the waiters looking around as if trying to find someone at their table. The guests seated with them for the evening's events shook their head when asked a question Victoria could not gather from the bar, before the waiter turned, looking somewhat frazzled, towards the bar, eyes scanning for someone. Victoria's own eyes moved to the dance floor for her companion of the evening, and found Jackson Blake to not be in attendance on the dance floor, either. Getting to her feet, Victoria had barely taken a step when the waiter caught up with her.

The look on his features told her enough, but his next words confirmed the pit of dread that had built itself in her stomach.

"I was asked to get you as soon as possible, Miss Newbury, right?" The waiter asked, and Victoria nodded numbly without a word. "It's Senator Blake, he was seen heading out of the party on his own with a bottle of whiskey... I was told you were the on-"

"Where did he go?" Victoria asked the man without waiting to hear the back story of who had sent the waiter, or any other relevant information.

"The men's toilets, I can sh-"

Victoria had not waited a second longer, not needing to be waylaid by anyone, or anything at all. The glass that had been encircled by her fingers had been forgotten, allowing it to tumble almost in slow motion to the floor where it smashed, and sprayed all those within its vicinity with the bubbly contents. It didn't matter to the witch in that moment as she ruched up her dress and headed out of the room as fast as her legs would carry her, only slowing when the floor was tiled and not carpeted, before hurrying back to full speed when she could. Several people had to step out of Victoria's way in the process, calling after her with disdain for her impolite actions, but the witch didn't care.

Only Jackson mattered in that moment.

Jackson and his sobriety had to be kept safe, no matter the cost.

The men's bathroom came in to view, and Victoria didn't slow, not until she'd bundled through the door and then caught herself. Calling out to Jackson was not something she would do, first she needed to find him, then she would move closer to the stall he'd hidden himself in, and then they would talk. She would coax him out of the relapse, if she was in time to stop him, or else she would coax the remainder of the bottle from his hands, she would pour it away and she would hold the man close to her, and tell him everything was going to be alright.

The hammering in her chest was not helping her in that moment, though, as she took another step in to the bathroom, trying to work out how in Merlin's name she was going to talk him down in this moment. Allowing him to this wedding was short-sighted. Victoria should have discussed the matter with him much more than they had, checked that he was sure this was something that he wanted to do.

But she hadn't, and in doing so, Victoria had failed her friend immeasurably.

"I knew you'd come running, just like a little lap dog."

The door to the bathroom shut much too hard behind the witch, and as Victoria span in that moment, she watched as Wyatt Jameson slid the bolt across the door to lock it from the inside.

"Couldn't resist, could you?" He continued, stepping forth from the shadows that had kept him from sight behind the door. Victoria took a step back, further in to the men's bathroom to try to keep the distance between them, but her legs had gone numb in that moment, barely managing a single step in the direction she'd wished to move. At no point in the explanation of what was going on was there a thought for the man who's wedding was currently underway, he wasn't supposed to be here. Jackson was.

Victoria's eyes tried to work out where she could go, but the only exit was the one that was now obstructed by the burly weight of Wyatt Jameson, and the lock that he'd just slid in to place.

"Don't worry, darling, nobody can interrupt us now." Mr Jameson continued on, advancing on her much too easily as Victoria's body refused to comply with her thoughts. Moving was simply not something she could muster in that moment, and the older politician was exploiting that fact as his hands moved to her body, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her flush to him. The smell of alcohol was clear on the man's breath, more pungent now, if possible, than it had been a couple of hours ago.

Victoria's mind screamed at her, to do exactly that. To scream, to speak, to just tell Mr Jameson no, but nothing happened.

"I do love it when you play coy, though, my little cock tease, aren't you? Keep me coming back for more, I suppose. Clever, the things you do." The compliment -- however backhanded it was -- was delivered against her ear, the hot air leaving the man's lips tickling across the bottom of her hairline and making Victoria's blood run cold, but still nothing left her lips, and in the absence of a clear no, or the witch pushing him away, Wyatt Jameson's lips came down hungrily against her neck. At first they were soft, just kisses aimed to wet a lover's appetite, his feet moving them back towards the wall. But the soft kisses that began were soon left behind by more urgent kisses, and...

The touch of Mr Jameson's teeth to her flesh had Victoria close her eyes tightly in that moment, her body holding itself tightly to the extent every muscle screamed in protect.

"I told you that you should have moved to my office, you would love being on hand for me there," Mr Jameson continued, but the words hardly mattered in that moment, his hands had moved from her body, but he pressed her much too hard to the wall for the witch to manage to get away. His hands were, instead, moving to his belt, his trousers...

And then his lips were back on her throat, ensuring to leave marks wherever they went, and then down across her chest as he picked her easily off the floor.

"Tell me this is what you want, darling, come on, you don't have to pretend any more."

His hands were beneath her dress, much too hot against her skin that was now running cold.

"Tell me what you want!"

The demand came up too loud in the witch's ears in that moment, but it didn't matter. Mr Jameson's lips crushed hers, and left her unable to speak even if she could have managed it. His hands were pushing at her underwear, not allowing her to breath as he kissed her much too hard, until she heard the tearing of the cloth he'd been working on. Tears were rolling down her cheeks in that moment, something foreign pushed too close to her.

"Tell me!"

The anger from Mr Jameson was nothing compared to anything else he did to scare her, and Victoria couldn't do anything to stop him. Not any more. She'd tried, for so long, but she hadn't done enough.

"What. Do. You. Want."

"J-Jackson..." Victoria managed to reply, though her voice was barely above a whisper as she resigned herself to what was happening.

All she'd wanted was to make sure Jackson was okay.

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Jackson Blake had experienced his fair share of highs and lows in life. And as he found himself in the small cubicle with Tessa Greene, he had to admit this was just about the highest in recent memory. The space they now occupied was roomy enough for both of them to indulge in their worse impulses and the aroma of champagne on Tessa's lips was completely disguised by whatever perfume was making his head swim right right now.

The earlier ponderings of her dress being easy to scoop out of the way were confirmed as the zipper broke easily in Jackson's finger, the dark material pooling on the tiled floor leaving the woman previously in it in her undergarments. Jackson let out a low whistle of appreciation as he looked her over, top to bottom. What followed was a frenzied, gasping, groaning affair that was unfortunately cut off shortly when Jackson heard the main door of the bathroom open.

Shit.

What lousy timing.

Pulling a hand over Tessa's mouth to keep her from talking, Jackson pointed to her dress on the cubicle floor, indicating for her to pick it up and hang it on the handy hooks provided at the back of the stall doors. Whoever it was would probably do his business and leave soon. And sure enough, as he settled Tessa on the closed toilet seat, he could hear the urinal being used.

A few more minutes and they would be alone again. And in the meantime, Tessa had taken advantage of her lowered position and was fumbling with his belt, finishing the half undone job Jackson had started when they had first entered. If Tessa was about to do what Jackson thought she was about to do, then this man needed to leave the bathroom right the fuck now.

But the telltale sound of running water indicating hands being washed never came. Though something else did. It sprang forth with immense gusto as Tessa completed her task, sending Jackson's mind spinning every which way. Jackson had always known the woman was a witch, but today he was willing to consider that she might actually be magic.

From very far away, another door snapping demanded his attention as Tessa worked quietly and concisely, the mischievous grin never leaving her lips. In his headiness, Jackson almost thanked the whichever deity was in charge of getting honest young men laid at weddings for making their intruder leave. But a moment later, the slurred voice of one Wyatt Jameson broke through his haze of pleasure.

It wasn't easy refocusing his gaze on Tessa, but the witch too had noticed the familiar voice and stopped what she was doing. And though Jackson didn't know when or how, one day Wyatt Jameson was going to pay for this. Silently, Jackson retrieved the brunette's dress, holding it over her so that she could get into it arm's first instead of the other way around. Both of them were as quiet as possible as they attempted to redress themselves without making their presence known to the groom who... definitely wasn't speaking to his new bride.

"I do love it when you play coy, though, my little cock tease, aren't you? Keep me coming back for more, I suppose. Clever, the things you do."

The young politician grimaced at the clearly drunken soliloquy. While he was in no way surprised that Jameson was having an affair (knowing Judy, she was probably having one too, that was just how the other half lived), Jackson had at least expected the older Republican to keep it in his pants at his own wedding reception. But Wyatt had probably cornered some poor campaign aide who thought she could make it big in her career by strategically sleeping her way to the top. After all, it had worked for Judith.

Tapping his watch softly to indicate to Tessa that they should just wait this out, Jackson had almost resigned himself to hearing a man he truly loathed having sex from behind a closed door when it happened.

"What. Do. You. Want."

"J-Jackson..."

"BOMBARDA!"

The stall door exploded every which way, sending dust and wood shrapnel richocheting off the marble and glass surfaces of the restroom. Jackson didn't know when he had reached for his wand, when he had blasted the door clean off and he certainly didn't know what he was doing next, every hair on his body raised in livid righteousness as the next incantation left his lips.

'Crucio."

Too angry to properly see, properly process, the male wanted only one thing. To hurt Wyatt Jameson as he'd never been hurt before. Victoria was a peach colored blur somewhere on the floor and Tessa had disappeared completely from his radar. The only two people that existed in Jackson's world were now him and the mother fucker screaming on the floor, his body twitching in impossible ways.

And yet even that was not enough. A calmer Jackson would have known that the Cruciatus felt worse than it looked, that there was no pain beyond that of this particular unforgivable curse, and yet it was not enough. So throwing his wand aside, Jackson did the only thing that would feel enough. Leaping on the old man still writhing in residual agony, Jackson landed the first blow with his fist.

Then the second, the third, the fourth, the fifth.

Wyatt's face was a bloody mess, his nose broken completely and a few of his teeth chipped from the sheer force but Jackson was nowhere near done.

The sixth, the seventh, the eight, the ninth.

When his face starting feeling too soft, too devoid of solid bones to crush, Jackson moved to the older man's collarbone, shoulders, anywhere he could strike. And if it drew blood, all the better. The red he saw now was not simply his own anger but the blood splashing his own face as pieces of Wyatt Jameson easily came apart in Jsckson's powerful hands.

"How." Punch "Dare" Punch. "You." Punch "Touch." Punch "My" Punch "Princess."

Each word was spat out through gritted teeth as the barrage of assaults continued. The screaming had been encouraging to hear at first, but soon it had turned to whimpers as Wyatt begged through cut lips, broken teeth and bleeding tongue for the younger man to stop. However, it was when the noise started to grow faint that Jackson started hitting harder.

Until finally, Jameson gave up, no longer able to cling to consciousness. With a final punch, Jackson stopped, coal black eyes hardened into unforgiving onyx as he reached for his wand once again.

Time to finish this.

'Av-"

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The world seemed to go still after the only name that mattered left her lips, for a moment there was nothing because the word had stopped Mr Jameson in his ministrations for only a merciful second. There was nothing, nothing at all, and for a moment Victoria wanted to believe that this was not real, that this was not happening and it was all just a bad dream.

Of course, though, the world was never merciful that way.

Reality came back with the ringing in the witches ear and the scalding hot heat of the man's hand across her cheek. The ring that had only just been pushed in to place splitting her cheek in the process. The force would have sent the small witch across the room had it not been for the fact Mr Jameson held her much too hard against the bathroom wall.

"Stupid little who-"

The room changed again in that moment. Noises that made no sense filling Victoria's head as she kept her eyes firmly closed. If she didn't see him...

But the sound of wood splintering didn't make sense.

And... Jackson's voice...

Impossible.

He couldn't be in here, Wyatt Jameson wasn't that stupid. Her mind was playing games with her as she tried to repress the whole experience.

Gravity left her body in the very next moment, sending her small frame unceremoniously to the floor because it had given in to the situation. Protecting herself had been an effort that was not thought of. To the bystanders Victoria's body would crumple like a rag doll, bruising her arms and sending a shooting pain from the elbow she'd landed awkwardly on. The pain registered with a whimper weaker than ever Victoria had heard leave her lips before

But it was nothing to the screams filling the space around them.

From the man who'd been growling in her ears only moments before...

The witch's eyes worked too slowly to aid the man being attacked, her whole body lethargic to operate in that moment. Victoria would not be beaten, though, and pushing her head from the floor, her eyes found a worse horror than the one she'd personally been subjected to only moments before.

The witch's lips moved with the man's name soundlessly as his hands came down on Wyatt Jameson's face, pummeling him senseless in a crazed frenzy. Jackson... The witch tried again to speak his name, but it was drowned by the painful sounds emanating from Mr Jameson's lips.

Nothing else in the room mattered in that moment, it never would. Jackson could not lose himself to this, not for her, his career, his life meant more than her... The witch wasn't sure what you would call what Mr Jameson was trying to take from her, but in that moment, the word didn't matter. Only Jackson did.

Pushing herself up from the floor with great effort, Victoria winced as her arm complained with the way she'd tried to put weight upon it. That pain didn't matter though as Jackson moved away from the older politician and drew his wand.

There was no time to think of anything but the man.

Adrenaline rushed through the witch's body to get her to her feet, a stumbled step followed as her legs refused to move, but she would make it to Jackson if it meant every bone in her body broke in the process. She was not worth this much

Two steps, but the man was blind to her presence.

The word was forming on his lips.

Throwing her small weight at his larger frame, Victoria knew he would not let her fall, not again. Jackson might be seeing red, but she knew without question he would never allow her to be harmed. And as the man's arms moved to accommodate her, Victoria's hand took hold of his wand, pushing it away from Wyatt Jameson.

"Don't..." The witch managed, her hand steadfast in its resolve to not allow Jackson to do any more damage. "Please, Jackson, don't be like him." She whispered against his chest, her body starting to go limp as she gave in to the world.

"Please..."

The final plea would be enough, Victoria trusted that much of the man. Closing her eyes against the world, the last thing the witch saw was Jackson's blood stained shirt.

He was safe, the rest of the world could wait...

Except...

The black dress just to Jackson's right...

Didn't...

Make...

Sense.

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The red would never have cleared from his vision. The pure need to keep hitting the foul pathetic excuse for a man passed out on the floor would never have abated. And later, upon many sleepless nights of reflection, Jackson would not have doubted for a second that had Victoria not interrupted him, he would have killed the son of a bitch in cold blood. It would have been nothing less than what Wyatt Jameson deserved.

But Victoria had interrupted.

How she'd gotten to him, Jackson did not know. How she'd managed to knock the wand out of his hands and sen it rolling towards Tessa, he couldn't begin to guess at. But the lawyer had calculated right, understanding that the only need more urgent than to pummel the old jizzbag's rib cage in was to catch her before she fell on the unforgiving tiles once more.

"Fuck,' the man cursed as he was brought down with the tiny witch's weight, making sure she landed with ehr head in his lap as he took in ehr steadily purpling face. "Fuck fuck fuck fuck, T... I don't know any healing charms." For the first time, Jackson addressed the Fox executive since he'd burst forth from the room.

"Is she okay, does she need a doctor? A healer?" Leaning his face down to Victoria's, the man stopped a few centimeters from her lips and nose, only breathing when he felt her breath on his skin. She was alive, albeit unconscious. Panic was clear in his eyes, and it was only for the unconscious witch in his arms. Jackson had not even a single glance to spare for the man who might be dead a few feet away from them.

"We have to get her to a hospital... A doctor, to the ER. I need the car. But I can't apperate with her, and I won't leave her. What do we do Tessa?" Usually always in charge, it was clear Jackson was starting to lose it at the idea of the Goblin being seriously hurt. It would now be up to Tessa to calm him down and get a handle on the situation.

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Tessa was freaking out with what had just happen. But she knew that this wasn’t the time to panic. First thing was that she had picked up Jackson wand that rolled to her. Then she would have to worry about one thing at a time. As she knew that she had to help Jackson. As she was just as much apart of it. Since she was in the bathroom when it did happened. And she knew that this wasn’t going to end well once Jameson woke up. Now Jackson was looking at her for answers. “ Ok first thing is I am going out and putting an out of order sign. That way nobody else comes in.”

Tessa then pulled up her dress and pulled out her wand that she kept on her thigh. As it was hard caring it around with no pockets. Then she has to quickly go to that door, open it very little and conjure an “ Out Of Order sign so no one else would come in. Then she locked the door back then it was time to look at the next problem. Right now she had to check if Jameson was alive or dead. Which she was praying for Jackson case that he was alive. Which she then bent down and grabbed his wrist. As she was looking for his pulse. When she found it she was relieved. He was going to at least be alright. Then she would have to worry about him later.

She knew that she had to take charge of this. Because she knew that Jackson wouldn’t be thinking right. “ Right now Tessa was doing her best to stay calm. As she knew that would be best for both of them.

Tessa knew that Jackson was thinking about what would happen after Jameson woke up. But she knew that he was protecting Victoria. Which she only knew was the right thing to do. Tessa knew that it was so hard for her to stay so calm. But right now they were going to worry about Victoria. But for good measure she went and kicked Wyatt Jameson in the ribs. She knew it was to make her feel a little better. For everything that had just happened. “ Jackson I have no idea what to do or what is going to happen to you.” Because she knew that this could be the end of Jackson politician career.

Jackson was a world away, a world that was steadily growing darker. The idea of his personal ray of sunshine fading was suffocating the politician, making it harder to breath even as he made sure that Victoria could. If left on his own, the wizard would have gone to a really dark place until someone found him with his lawyer cradled in his arms. Thankfully, Tessa stepped in and took charge, shaking him out of his own thoughts.

“ Ok first thing is I am going out and putting an out of order sign. That way nobody else comes in.”

The mam nodded dumbly. She was right, no one could ever know what had happened here except the three of them... Four if Wyatt Jameson survived this. And a not so small part of Jackson really hoped the man didn't. Once Tessa had secured the premise and made sure the scumbag was alive, she turned to him once more, beseeching for him to get a hold of himself.

And for her, he would try.

"The door," he finally managed to speak, his eyes still on Victoria. "Can you magic the door back in place?" The area around Wyatt Jameson was covered in blood, testifying to a brawl having taken place. Asking for his own wand back, the wizard ran a quick diagnostic over Victoria. When nothing came up as life threatening, he breathed a deep sigh of relief.

“ Jackson I have no idea what to do or what is going to happen to you.”

"V-vanish the blood please,' Jackson replied, doing his best not to give in to the anxiety and panic he was experiencing. But he had to keep it together. It had finally registered that he not only had to protect Victoria but also Tessa, who was in this situation because of him. "He's a no-mag T, we can alter his memory, make him think he had a fight with someone else."

Taking another deep breathe, the man lifted his wand, quietly summoning his suit jacket. Very carefully, he wrapped it around Victoria without letting go of her tiny frame. "We can't be seen leaving together... Do you have a driver on call? Can you tell him to find my SUV and bring it to the back. Tell him to just park it there and leave. I'll take Victoria when he's gone. The less witnesses to this the better."

Slowly, the contingent ready politician was returning to his former self. He could do this. He had to.

"Will you be able to take care of things here T?"

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The night had started out wonderful as she got to see Jackson again. But after everything that had just happened she wasn’t sure if coming to the wedding was a good idea. This was something that they would never forget. What started out as sex in the bathroom end up not happen. Which she knew that Jackson would have to make up for it later. But the only people that would now about this was everybody in the room. Jackson told her that she would need to fix the door. She then took her wand and pointed at the door. “ Reparo.” She then watched as the door was being fixed before her eyes. Tessa loved the she was a witch. It was making everything much easier. Right now she was trying to save both Jackson and Victoria career.

Tessa listened as Jackson said that she would need to vanish the blood. Which they had to make it look like nobody was there. She then took her wand and pointed at the blood. “Evanesco” Watching the blood now being clean was making her breath easy. Tessa could have done a happy dance when Jackson said that he was a no- mag. “ That is something that will work in our favor.” Jackson then asked if she could call her driver and have him bring his car to the back. “ Yeah I can call him.” That is when she pulled her phone out of her bra and called. She then asked if he could bring Jackson SUV to the back. Which she then turned to Jackson. “ Yes he is going to do it.” Everything started to look as it was going to be alright. Jackson then asked her if she would be able to take care of everything. As she was going to have to give Wyatt a new memory. Plus she was going to have to get rid of the fingerprints. As Jackson and Tessa were on the body.

“ Yes I should be able to take care of this. You just go take care of Victoria and I will clean this mess.” She then pointed her wand at Jameson. “ Scourgify.” Tessa knew that she would have to go back out. Then she could leave once Jackson and Victoria was at a safe distance.

Days and weeks from now, Jackson would reflect on how amazing Tessa had been in the face of a crisis situation. How she had totally taken control and bossed the whole thing through in a calm and collected manner. He would think over and over how lucky he was to have found something as steady and strong as the beautiful witch cleaning up blood and bleaching the body for residual prints.

But right now, he only heard her plan as if from far away, his mind ready to take a back seat and focus on Victoria as Tessa took care of all else. When Tessa's driver arrived, she was alerted by text that the SUV had been left parked as instructed and Jackson finally got to his feet, scooping Victoria up with him as carefully as he could.

As the two hurried to the main door, Jackson stopped for a moment, taking in the woman who had turned into his partner in crime that evening. 'T, I..." He didn't know where to even begin, what to say to her. And there wasn't much time. So instead of trying to find words together he simply said "I'll text you when we're a safe distance away. Then you can return to the party and join the guests. Someone will eventually find him and no one will know we were involved."

With one hand on the door handle and the other still cradling the little goblin as if she was the most precious cargo in the world, Jackson stopped. Very quickly, he leaned over to kiss Tessa on the lips. "Love you, take care."

And with that, he was gone.

Without realizing that he had said those words for the very first time to Tessa Greene.

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Tess was still cleaning up up. Making sure that this couldn’t be tired to any of them. She was not doing this just for herself but Jackson and Victoria. After this was all over she could look back on this. As this was something that she would put behind her. All she wanted was to spend an evening with Jackson. But this was something that didn’t happen all the time. So she knew that this might never happen again. She was just glad that everything was going to be fine. As she was starting to tamper with Jameson memory. So that way when he woke up he wouldn’t remember anything. Because that was the whole point of Tessa cleaning up this mess.

She nodded her head as Jackson said that he would text her when they were at a safe distance. “ Jackson just be careful.” She then watched as Jackson had Victoria in his arms. Before leaving her he leaned and gave her a kiss. But she then heard the words that he escaped his mouth. It was two words that she was waiting for Jackson to say to her. And she knew that both of their feelings were strong. Tessa then watched as they went out the back way.

Everything was now clean and now it was time for her to go back to the party. Pretending like nothing had happened. Which nobody else knew so she was sure that everything was going to be alright. As she had altered Jameson memory. She did her best to enjoy the party without Jackson. And she knew that she would see him tonight. As she told him where she was staying at. But that was before everything that just happened. Tessa then watched as someone came out of the bathroom after finding Wyatt Jameson. And she had to pretend to be shocked. At the same time Jackson had sent her the text massage. That is when she decided that it was time to slip out of the party.

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