"I won’t meet with you, Ryan" I said, disregarding the concern that tugged at my shirt."Then I'll come to you," Ryan pressed on.My gaze flicked from Franklyn in my passenger's seat to my wrist watch, it was 9 in the evening and we were both exhausted. "Whatever it is can wait till tomorrow...""It can't, we need to meet now!" Ryan bellowed, his tone mingled with both urgency and entitlement. I’ve heard this time before. Scratch that, I’ve heard it many times. My mind flicked, wondering if this one of those times he was looking for someone to bail him out of trouble, and clean up his mess. "I need to see you, now." He insisted."You can't order me around, Ryan," I replied, trying to sound as calm as I could. “Say what you need.”“Why do you think I need something?” He snapped. I palmed my face, rubbing my temples gently. This boy would not raise my blood pressure. Not tonight, Satan.“Didn't you say we were no longer family?” I asked him. “Don’t ever think that I called you
Chapter 62My heart ached. I jolted out of bed, hurrying towards the door, but halted my steps abruptly when I heard the faint sound of a door slamming shut. A painful scoff escaped my lips. “He is sleeping in another room?” I returned to bed, my aching heart replaced with anger. A frown wrinkled my brows, a mix of anger and worry swirled inside but ultimately, exhaustion crept in, lulling me to bed.THE NEXT MORNINGMy alarm blared noisily startling me awake. I groaned as my hands tapered around, searching for the device so I can slam it into the wall.At the same time, the door creaked open. I perceived him before I saw him. His fragrance filled the room. That intoxicating scent of oud and flowers. I blinked my eyes open, involuntarily looking for him. Our gazes locked, my heart racing. The room tapered with tension, drowning out my thoughts. I couldn’t seem to find the words to say I’m sorry. Neither did he. But then again, he wasn’t on the wrong this time. Gavin looked
I was supposed to be furious with him, but instead I found myself surrendering, getting smaller under his towering frame.Gavin took a step forward, and I instinctively backed away, shifting to the side to let him pass, but he wasn’t letting me go. He shot out his arm, and pulled me in by the waist.I squirmed in his arms, struggling to be free, but he firmed his grip."Let go, Gavin," I said, my voice barely audible. “You found me babygirl, where do you think you are going?” He replied, his voice low and husky. With one look, his eyes swept over my body.Before I could even think of a response, he crashed his lips on mine— hungry, possessive. My instincts screamed at me to push him away, to confront him about the shirt in his closet, but his grip was unrelenting.My body betrayed me. It betrayed every sense in meIt wasn’t just his hold on me, it was the force of his desire, the heat that came with our lips touching.I melted into him, letting myself fall deeper into the kiss. M
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