Gavin’s POVDid you know that lipstick stains are one of the hardest stains to remove? I didn’t know until it happened to me. That b**ch! I cursed under my breath. Franklyn and I had been going to the bar after work every evening. You could say we were both nursing our heartbreaks. On one of those evenings, he suggested that we…That was a lie. It was my idea to get laid at the club. “I… I need to know,” Jessie whispered, her voice barely audible. “Who was she?”“It was nothing, Jess. I didn’t… I couldn’t go through with it.” Without a word, Jess sat upright, looking for her clothes on the bed. “Don’t leave yet,” I said softly, “Hear me out, I didn’t do it, Jess.”“But you tried!” Jess retorted, hurt evident in her voice. “Because I thought I could forget you…”“That doesn’t flatter me Gavin.”“It wasn’t flattering to be told that I was nothing but sex,”“I didn’t mean it!” Jess retorted, her voice rising. “Couples fight, and they say things they don’t mean. They say meaner t
When I showed her my hard on. It wasn’t to fuck her. It was to drive her away, it was to make her see me for who I am. But I don’t think she got it. I don’t think she understood me. Because why she did next caught me off guard. “How can I help?” She asked in a soft, seductive voice.I felt heat rush down to my loin, my pulse racing. Unaware of the torture she was causing me, she stepped closer. “I can take it from the back,” she licked her lips. “Hmmm,” I groaned, still, I refused to loose control. “Go back to your room, Jess. Please…”She pulled back, standing in front of me. Our eyes locked briefly and I thought she’d finally obey me. She didn’t. Instead, she slid down the strap of her nightie, slowly, seductively, teasing me with her cleavages.“Jess…” my voice cracked, my breathing affected by the way my dick throbbed. “Jess, I don’t want to hurt you…”“Hurt me,” she replied, her eyes flashing with defiance. “I want to see you try.”“Jess, this isn’t games. I’m serious, you
I woke up to the soft rhythmic sound of her breathimg beside me. The morning light seeped through the curtains, casting a golden hue over Jessie's bare skin. For a moment, everything seemed still, peaceful. The chaos of last night felt like a distant memory, but as my eyes traced the marks on her body- red and bruised from where my hands gripped her. A sheepish crossed my face. She stirred slightly, her face relaxed in sleep. I watched her for a while, trying to piece together my own emotions. This girl had no idea she was this close to breaking me. Sliding out of bed, I pulled on my boxers and ran a hand through my hair, glancing back at her. I grabbed my shirt on the floor and made my way to the bathroom, spladhimg cold water on my body.My reflection stared back at me, dark circles under my eyes. We barely had any sleep last night. The question lingered in my mind. Did I get lucky? Or was this just a dream?Jessie was a good girl from the first night we fucked five years ago.
Chapter 67 AUTHOR’S POV What goes around comes around. Wait. That’s not really relevant to the story of Jessie and Gavin. It however is relevant to Ryan Cookie— Jessie’s ex. A year ago, Ryan took out a loan. A huge chunk of money from a source, (not the bank) However before this source agreed to give him any money, he needed a solid guarantor, a name, a property, so Ryan Cookie decided that even though he hated his uncle, Gavin Pierre, his name could be of help to him. Twenty million dollars was wired to his account the very next day after he submitted the name “Gavin Pierre” as family.This money was to fund his startup business— an accounting firm. Focusing on tracking income expenses, and taxes for people, individuals, companies, you name them. Ryan was sure his business would blow up, after all, Gavin did it. Gavin started his business with less capital and became a billionaire. If Gavin could do it, he too could do it. That was Ryan’s thoughts. So he began his company.
Chapter 68It was impossible, right? That his condition could be contagious. This nasty side of Jessie. He loved it, yet it scared him. But his silence had lasted for too long. His thoughts were written on his face, replacing the satisfaction that should have been there in stead. “You… what’s wrong?” She asked, affected by his face. Gavin snapped off his thoughts, forcing a smile. “I loved it,” he said, sounding as casual as he could mutter. Jessie’s smile returned. “My turn?” She beamed, half-asking, half-expecting. Gavin scoffed, “Your turn?”“Sure,” he said, “If that’s what you want.”Jessie’s eyes sparkled, glinting with both anticipation and excitement for what was to come. Gavin grabbed her by the neck pulling her closer. He kissed her, tasting the after taste of his cum in her mouth. His kiss lingered, her lips were wet and soft, he bit it and she gasped. Sliding in his tongue, he dominated her mouth with his kiss. His hand found her breast, fondling and caressing
Chapter 69“Oh god, oh god, oh god!” Jessie exclaimed, exasperated. That wasn’t how she wanted this play out. That wasn’t how it played in her mind. When she retorted, “I can’t be pregnant! We’re not really married…”Instead of going to see a doctor. “For what?!” She fumed.She was expecting him to insist on children, on marrying her.Jessie paused, “Was I a bit too much with the drama?” She slumped to the bed, holding her head in her hand. After a long moment of staring at the ceiling, Jessie let out a deep sigh and pushed herself off the bed. She felt silly now, having built up the situation in her head only for it to backfire. It was just like Gavin to throw her off balance but really, he had led her on into thinking he wanted children. She went to the bathroom and freshened up, splashing cold water on her face to clear her thoughts. Then she took some time to wash her body. She felt all kinds of sore down there. Gavin had wrecked her yet she smiled to herself, wanting not
Chapter 70Gavin’s phone rang about a thousand times that morning. There were calls coming from left and right. Franklyn must have called a hundred times. Yet there was no answer. He was cuddled up in bed on a Monday morning, enjoying the close warmth of his wife.Jessie woke up first, feeling the sun rays warm up her face. She blinked her eyes open, her lips curved into a small smile as she took in her husband’s breath. Gavin woke up at the same time, the sun rays sting his eyes, but it was nothing compared to what he was going to feel later in the day. “Morning baby,” he mumbled, pulling Jessie closer. Meanwhile, pacing the gates of his company were his staffs, including Franklyn. “Oh for fuck sakes, man!” He cried, frustrated by how many times he had to call one person. Finally, after what felt like an eternity. Gavin finally came to the phone, his voice a sharp contrast to the chaos in his company.“You can’t possibly still be in bed with what’s going on man!” Franklyn’
Chapter 71Gavin clenched his fist so tight his fingers dig into his palms. He was one breath away from punching this damn Don Corleone wannabe in the face. How dare he? But something held him back— it wasn’t fear. It was actually discipline. Jessie had once told him that violence never solved anything. Even if he was boiling inside, Gavin released a deep breath, his eyes spoke volumes but he held back. “Who is this your good friend?” He asked, his voice hoarse.“I can’t say,” Remi Martin replied, “But I can assure you, your wife will be safe.”The more Gavin tried to understand this, the harder it was for him. Was this man suggesting that he gave out his wife to service another man for the night? Is that what he was insinuating?“Unfortunately,” he said barely restraining him himself, “I don’t share, Remi.“ Remi Martin smiled a sly smile, nodding his head in agreement. “No man wants to share his wife, Mr. Pierre, I agree. I’ll go talk to my friend one more time. Like I told yo