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JUDY’S POVThe next day, after school, I met Chris outside the small café we often frequented. He was waiting for me by the door, leaning casually against the frame, his hands tucked into his jacket pockets. His expression brightened when he saw me approaching, but as I got closer, his smile wavered. He must have noticed the tension in my steps or the way I clutched my bag tightly.“Hey,” he said, concern immediately lacing his voice. “What’s wrong?”I sighed, deciding it was best to rip the bandage off quickly. “We need to talk.”Chris’ brow furrowed as he stepped aside to let me enter. “Sounds serious. Let’s grab a seat inside.”Once we were seated at a quiet table in the corner, I hesitated. My fingers fiddled with the edge of the napkin in front of me, trying to find the right words. Chris leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. “You’re scaring me a little,” he said softly. “What’s going on?”I took a deep breath, deciding to get straight to the point. “Someone sent
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JUDY’S POVThe moment we arrived at Chris' private retreat, the world outside seemed to fade into insignificance. Nestled on the edge of a serene forest, the estate was a picture of opulent seclusion. The heavy oak doors creaked slightly as Chris pushed them open, revealing the warm glow of the grand interior. Without a word, he bent slightly and scooped me up in his arms.“Chris!” I gasped, more out of surprise than protest.“Shh,” he said, his voice low and commanding. “You’re not walking another step tonight.”His tone left no room for argument, and I found myself relaxing in his arms, the steady beat of his heart against my side strangely comforting. The entryway we stepped into was vast, with marble floors gleaming under the golden glow of antique chandeliers. The walls were adorned with intricate wood paneling, punctuated by paintings that seemed to have been carefully curated. This side of the house was left to be explored, or rather, Chris might have saved this side for toni
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CHRIS’ POVThe corridor was eerily silent as I trailed behind Jason. He walked briskly, his phone pressed tightly to his ear, unaware of my presence. I kept a safe distance, trying to remain unnoticed, though my heart pounded with the fear of being caught. The snippets of his conversation I could hear were enough to keep me moving."No, it’s all safe," Jason’s voice was low but firm. "There are backups, more than one. You think I’d be stupid enough to keep just one copy?"I froze, my breath catching in my throat. Backups? Of the video? My mind raced as I recalled that day vividly—the day Judy and I had been on our date at school. The idea that someone had secretly recorded us still made my stomach churn. Now, the fact that Jason had multiple copies made it infinitely worse."What do you want me to do next?" Jason continued, his tone sharp. "Yeah, I’ll handle it. Don’t worry."The mysterious person on the other end of the call remained silent to me, but Jason’s side of the conversati
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JUDY’S POVThe wind whispered through the yard, carrying a restless energy as I stood watching Chris make his way back to me. His movements were taut and deliberate, every step measured. He had just come from his confrontation with Jason, and though his face remained as guarded as always, the subtle flush on his cheeks told another story. Something had unfolded, something significant."Chris," I began cautiously, stepping closer to him. "Why did you go behind Jason?"He hesitated, glancing down at the cracked concrete beneath our feet. "Nothing important," he muttered, but the quiver in his voice was unmissable."Chris, come on," I pressed, folding my arms across my chest. "You’re terrible at hiding things from me. What happened?"He let out a sharp exhale, running a hand through his hair. For a moment, I thought he might deflect again, but then his shoulders sagged slightly. "He’s... not backing down," he admitted. "If anything, he’s doubling down. He knows how to play this game,
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CHRIS’ POVMy love for Judy had become both my strength and my weakness. It drove me to stand between her and the chaos swirling around us, but it also made me reckless. Protecting her had consumed me, yet I couldn’t shake the gnawing guilt. She didn’t deserve to be dragged into this mess. And no matter how much I blamed Jason, Katarina, or Bertrand, a part of me couldn’t ignore the role I had played.The memory of Jason’s smug smirk was still fresh. He had made it clear—protecting Bertrand and Katarina was his priority, and bringing me down was his mission. But to target Judy? That crossed every line.“What the hell is wrong with him?” I muttered under my breath, pacing the room.I slammed my hand against the wall, the sound echoing in the silence. Jason had once claimed to love Judy. Love? That word felt like a mockery now. If he truly loved her, how could he stand to destroy her reputation, isolate her, and subject her to this torment?"Chris?" Judy’s voice pulled me from my thou
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JUDY’S POVThe courtroom buzzed with an air of tense anticipation as Chris stepped up to the witness stand. I could feel my palms sweating, and my heartbeat seemed impossibly loud. He glanced back at me briefly before sitting, his eyes locking with mine. There was a quiet reassurance in his gaze, a silent promise that he had this under control."State your name for the record," the prosecutor began."Chris Stanley," Chris replied, his voice steady and confident."You’re here today as a witness and as the plaintiff’s boyfriend, correct?""That’s right," he said, his tone casual but firm.The defense lawyer, a wiry man with sharp features and a calculated smirk, immediately stood. "Your Honour, I object to the term boyfriend. This is a court of law, not a high school gossip session."The judge, a stern woman with steel-gray hair, raised an eyebrow. "Overruled. Continue, Mr. Stanley."Chris leaned back slightly, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "Don’t worry, Mr. Parker. I’m perfect
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JUDY’S POVThe air in the courtroom was suffocating, thick with tension that felt like a storm ready to erupt. I struggled to keep my breathing steady as the defense hurled accusations designed to rattle me. My vision blurred briefly, the weight of their words pressing down hard. Thankfully, Chris’ voice brought me back.Fortunately somehow, I managed to draw in a deep breath, forcing back the darkness creeping at the edges of my mind. I wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of seeing me break—not here, not now.A sharp gasp broke through my focus. I turned just in time to see my father clutch his chest, his face pale as he slumped back in his seat."Dad!" I screamed, bolting towards him, my heart pounding so hard it felt like it might burst.Chris appeared beside me almost instantly, his expression a mix of urgency and calm determination. "Give him space!" he barked, his tone cutting through the chaos as onlookers leaned in to gawk. Kneeling beside my father, Chris pressed his fingers
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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’ 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
