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JUDY’S POVThat night, I replayed the conversation with Chris repeatedly in my head, dissecting every word. Was I too harsh? Did I let my emotions get the best of me? The questions swirled endlessly, but no matter how I tried to soften the edges, one truth remained clear: Chris needed to hear what I said. Every word, every accusation was justified. For far too long, I had been caught in the emotional chaos he created, subjected to his whims, his anger, and his misplaced guilt. It was about time he faced the consequences of his actions, just as I had.Yes, his actions against Katarina were bold, even commendable. Exposing her cruelty and taking her down was a victory for everyone she had tormented, myself included. But it didn’t erase the pain Chris caused me. It didn’t undo the humiliation of being dragged into the centre of a storm that wasn’t mine to begin with. Moreover, it certainly didn’t absolve him of the careless way he had treated me—vacillating between moments of kindness
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CHRIS’ POVThe tension between Judy and me had reached an unbearable peak. Days had passed since our last confrontation, yet the echoes of our bitter words lingered in my mind. We avoided each other as if the mere sight of one another would reignite the fury that had burned so brightly. It was a stalemate of resentment and guilt. Judy was angry, and rightfully so—I had crossed every line, insulted her dignity, and humiliated her in a way I could never take back.Calling her a slut was not just an outburst—it was cruel and undeserved. I had lashed out at her in the heat of the moment, blaming her for everything, as if she bore the responsibility for the chaos in my life. The truth, though, was painfully clear; it was my fault. I had failed to protect her, failed to address the real threat, and instead redirected my frustration onto the one person who didn’t deserve it.Judy, however, was done being a victim of my misplaced rage. She carried herself with a great resolve, ignoring me wh
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JUDY’S POV“Judy… we need to talk.”The voice startled me. I turned to see Chris standing there, his usually stoic face softened by something I couldn’t quite place. We hadn’t exchanged more than a few scathing words in the last two weeks, and now here he was, standing in the library, speaking softly as if we were old friends.“We have nothing to say to each other, Chris,” I replied coldly, returning my attention to the bookshelves. My fingers traced the spines absent-mindedly as I tried to mask the anger bubbling beneath my calm façade.“I’m sorry for having hurt you, Judy.”I froze mid-motion, my hand hovering over a book. My heart skipped a beat. Was I hearing things, or had Chris Stanley actually apologised?I turned to face him, my expression carefully neutral, though my mind was racing. Chris didn’t apologise—not to anyone, and definitely not to me. And yet, here he was, standing in the quiet sanctuary of the library, offering a genuine apology.He took a step closer, his voic
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CHRIS’ POVAfter Judy walking away without letting me know that she had accepted my apology, I felt like the ground had shifted beneath my feet. Her words echoed in my mind, each syllable a piercing reminder of how badly I had damaged what we had. For the first time in a long while, I realised the full weight of my actions. I had pushed her away, hurt her in ways I couldn’t even fathom, and now, when I finally wanted to bridge the gap between us, she was slipping through my fingers.Regret hit me like a freight train, followed swiftly by a wave of anger—though not at her. No, this was self-directed rage. What had I done? In my misguided attempts to protect myself, I had only succeeded in hurting the one person who had ever truly cared. I had thought keeping her at arm’s length would shield me from pain, but now it seemed I had only created a hollow, self-inflicted wound.Still, a small part of me clung to hope. I just hoped that she would forgive me although for what I had done to
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JUDY’S POVOne evening, Chris approached me, his steps slow and weighted, as if he bore the burdens of his entire world. His usual composure and confidence were absent, replaced by an unfamiliar tension etched across his face.The air between us felt heavy, thick with unspoken emotions, like the charged silence before a storm. As he stood before me, his hesitance only heightened the sense of unease creeping into the space we shared.When he finally spoke, his voice was low, yet laden with an emotion I couldn’t immediately pinpoint—was it fear? Anger? Desperation? Or perhaps a mix of all three.“Are you really planning to leave me?” he asked, his words striking like a blunt force, resonating with a raw vulnerability I hadn’t expected.I froze. My heart hammered in my chest, and I felt as though his piercing gaze pinned me in place. How did he know? I had been meticulous, keeping my plans quiet, discreet. Was he stalking me? Had someone betrayed my confidence? Either way, I couldn’t le
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JUDY’S POVThe kiss wasn’t planned or deliberate; it was impulsive, a desperate attempt to bridge the growing chasm between us. For a moment, Chris didn’t resist. Instead, he responded, his lips moving against mine as though he, too, was searching for something we had lost. The passion ignited swiftly, like a spark catching dry tinder, consuming the space between us.For those brief seconds, everything else melted away. The anger, the fear, the suffocating tension—all of it disappeared. It was just us, lost in the moment, a fleeting intimacy that felt like a lifeline in a sea of chaos.But then, as suddenly as it began, it ended. Chris shoved me away with a force that sent me stumbling. His face twisted, anger and disgust contorting his features. The shift was so abrupt it left me stunned, the warmth of the kiss replaced by the cold sting of rejection.“Slut,” he spat, the venom in his voice cutting me like a knife.I stared after him, frozen and speechless, as the sound of his foo
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CHRIS’ POVWhen I learned Judy was trying to leave me, it felt as though the ground had been yanked out from under me. A part of me wanted to believe it wasn’t true, that this was just my overthinking spiraling into paranoia, but deep down, I knew. The signs were there—the quiet distance in her gaze, the hesitation in her touch, the moments she slipped away, as if carrying a secret she couldn’t share.Rage ignited within me, fierce and blinding. How could she even think about leaving? After everything we had been through, after all I had sacrificed and all we had built together. Yet beneath the anger lurked something far more fragile—fear. Fear of losing her. Fear of being alone again. Fear of facing the darkest parts of myself without the one person who made them bearable.When I confronted her, I could feel the words clawing at my throat, raw and unfiltered. “Are you leaving me?” My voice had been low, yet very harsh, trembling with a mix of anger and desperation I couldn’t cont
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CHRIS’ POVThe soft knock at my door startled me out of my thoughts. My mother stepped inside, her presence warm yet commanding as always. She glanced at the scattered papers on my desk, then at me, and sighed. I could tell she had something on her mind.“Chris,” she began, her tone gentle but firm. “I’ve been talking to Judy.”That caught my attention. I looked up from the mess in front of me. “What about?”“She’s worried about you,” my mother said, sitting on the edge of my bed. “I’ve noticed things haven’t been the same between the two of you lately.”I stiffened, my hands clenching into fists. The truth was, she wasn’t wrong. Judy and I had drifted apart, and it wasn’t entirely her fault. My erratic moods, the episodes I couldn’t control, and my inability to communicate were building walls I didn’t know how to tear down.“She admitted she loves you,” my mother continued, her voice softer now, “but she’s troubled by how distant you’ve become.”That admission hit me like a punch to
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JUDY’S POVFortunately, nobody was home. Chris carried me to the sofa in the living room, lay me on my tummy and gently spanked my buttocks.“My kitten needs a lot of punishment,” Chris said.“Meow,” I mumbled.He positioned himself behind me and made me go on my knees on the sofa.“What a great view Judy. I’ve missed you ass.”“Mmm… Chris…”As soon as he heard me moan, he moved his mouth closer to my opening. At first he sniffed, as if inhaling my scent which I was sure he had missed.“You smell awesome, kitten.”In a trice, he licked the opening gently and my heart throbbed. It felt so good and it had been way too long that I could feel the wetness building up. Within a few minutes, I cummed but Chris kept lapping on my juices.The more he lapped, the more I cummed. I believed that was why he had kept me so hungry all these weeks and he was right; the time we would be together I would taste the elixir. Indeed!All of a sudden, I felt him penetrating deeply inside and started poundin
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JUDY’S POV“I am happy,” I said again, slowly and clearly. “With you.”He let out a breath, some of the tension finally melting from his shoulders. “You mean that?”I nodded. “Completely.”Chris stared at me for a long moment before giving me a small, almost relieved smile. “You always know how to say the right things, don’t you?”I grinned.“Because I know you, Chris. And I know what we have is real.”His eyes softened. “Yeah… Yeah, it is.”For the first time since the call started, I saw the weight lifting off his shoulders. I knew, without a doubt, that no matter what doubts crept into his mind, I would always be there to chase them away.The past week had been frustrating beyond words. Chris had been sending me packages, but he forbade me from opening them. Every time I asked about them, he would simply say, “Not yet.” His teasing only grew worse during our video calls—he would guide me, push me to the edge, only to stop, leaving me aching and unsatisfied.At first, I thought
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CHRIS’ POVAfter ending the video call with Thane, I felt like I was drowning in my own thoughts. My mind was a storm of emotions—guilt, uncertainty, frustration. I couldn't shake the thought that maybe I had unknowingly shaped Judy’s desires, that she wasn’t with me out of love but because of some unresolved trauma. The weight of that realisation sat heavy on my chest.I couldn’t go home. I couldn’t go back to the training centre either. I needed an outlet, something to channel this frustration into before it consumed me.So, I went to the gym.The moment I walked in, the familiar scent of sweat and metal filled my lungs. The rhythmic pounding of weights, the faint sound of grunts and exertion, the steady beat of a playlist blasting through the speakers—it was grounding. Without hesitation, I changed into my workout gear and headed straight to the punching bag.I wrapped my hands, flexing my fingers as I took a deep breath. Then, I started throwing punches. Hard. Fast. One after th
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CHRIS’ POVThat evening, I made a point of calling Judy before bedtime in the United States, as I had promised earlier in the day, while I was in the washroom of our campus. Her familiar face lit up the screen, her shy smile warming my heart. She looked tired but content, her hair messy and her cheeks faintly pink.“Hey, kitten,” I said, my voice soft.“Hey,” she replied, her voice light but carrying a hint of sleepiness. “I missed you.”“I missed you too,” I said, the words laced with genuine emotion. “How was your day?”We chatted for a while, her voice gradually growing softer as the conversation drifted. I couldn’t resist teasing her slightly, guiding her thoughts towards something more intimate.“You look so cute right now,” I said, my tone dropping. “I bet you’d look even cuter if you listened to me.”Judy’s cheeks flushed a deep red, but she nodded hesitantly. “What do you want me to do?”“Relax,” I said, my voice calming but firm. “Lie back.”What followed was a slow, careful
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JUDY’S POVWhen Chris finally landed, my phone buzzed with a video call. Seeing his name on the screen brought a wave of relief and irritation in equal measure. I accepted the call, and there he was, his familiar face slightly pixelated but still so very Chris.“Hey, Judy,” he said with that boyish smile that always managed to weaken my resolve.“Hey,” I replied, my tone sharper than I intended. “Why didn’t you call as soon as you landed? I was worried!”Chris blinked, clearly taken aback. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you. I was just trying to get my baggage and—”“Chris, you know how much I hate waiting like that,” I interrupted, my voice cracking slightly. “You could have just texted me, even something short. Do you not care about how I feel?”The moment the words left my mouth, I felt guilt taking over me. It wasn’t fair to lash out, but the hours of waiting, combined with the sadness of him leaving, had been overwhelming.“Judy, of course I care,” he said, his tone soft, hi
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JUDY’S POVEnough of reminiscing about last night. I was time I finished showering.The morning was bittersweet. The sun cast a soft glow across the room, but my heart felt heavy knowing this would be the last morning Chris and I would share for a while. Once I was back from the bathroom, I found Chris already awake, sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at his half-packed luggage. His usually confident expression was replaced by something softer, more like unguarded.“I guess this is it,” he murmured, glancing over at me with a small, rueful smile.I nodded, swallowing the lump in my throat. “Let me help you finish packing,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady.Together, we folded clothes and organised his stuffs in the suitcase. The small, everyday act felt like a grounding ritual, a way to hold onto normalcy even as the weight of the impending goodbye loomed over us. I carefully placed one of his favourite hoodies on top of the pile.“Take this,” I said, smoothing the fabric
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JUDY’S POVLast night was one of the best since it was the last moment Chris and I would spend together before he would leave for Italy. Although I was exhausted from the lovemaking, my mind refused to rest. It wandered back to earlier that evening when Chris had handed me a neatly wrapped box, a mischievous twinkle in his mesmerizing blue eyes. I had no idea what to expect, but the moment I tore through the wrapping paper and saw the contents inside, my breath hitched.“Wow! A kitten set!” I exclaimed, my voice a mixture of surprise and excitement.Inside the box was everything for a pet play costume—a pair of fluffy black-and-pink cat ears, a matching tail butt plug, and a sleek leather collar adorned with a small silver bell. It was bold and playful, and I couldn’t help but smile at how well Chris seemed to know me.“I thought you might like it,” he said, his tone teasing but affectionate. “You’ve mentioned this kind of thing before, and I figured… why not make the fantasy a reali
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JUDY’S POVThe start of school was approaching, and Chris had accepted his mother’s arrangement to study abroad. It was a fantastic opportunity for him, but the reality of it weighed heavily on my heart. “Oh, Judy, I’m going to miss you so badly, but what can I do?”“I can totally understand, Chris. It’s for your future, Chris.”The thought of not seeing him for such a long time was unbearable. We had shared so much, and now, with this looming distance, it felt like everything was slipping through my fingers.I wanted to be supportive—I knew this was important for Chris—but it was still heartbreaking. Knowing that our time together was limited made every moment feel precious. We had to make the most of it, and I was determined to savour every second.That morning, Chris had gone out for some work. I tried to distract myself by spending time with my family, but even as I laughed and talked with them, my mind kept drifting back to him. “So, Chris is going for further studies?” My mom
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CHRIS’ POVWhen we had gone downstairs for breakfast, George and Jane were there. While Jane was very welcoming and happy, George was sulking. “Good morning, you two! I made pancakes, and there’s fresh coffee on the counter,” Jane said, her voice as inviting as ever.George sat rigidly, hunched over his newspaper, with the faintest furrow of disapproval etched into his brow. He didn’t so much as glance at me, his focus fixed on his paper as though it held the secrets to the universe.I couldn’t help but wonder if their demeanor had anything to do with last night. While I didn’t recall being particularly loud, Judy’s uninhibited moaning might have carried through the walls. A part of me cringed at the thought, but another part dismissed it just as quickly. If anything, they should be glad that I was keeping Judy happy! I saw how Judy tensed up when she noticed her father ignoring me, whereas Jane was doing her utmost best to ease the tension that had suddenly invaded the whole place
