JacksonI leaned against the door, rubbing the back of my neck as I tried to shake the image of Laura from my mind. The way the water glistened on her skin. The way her hair clung to her back, sleek and damp. The way her legs moved, smooth and effortless, as she stepped onto the pool deck… Damn it. I exhaled sharply, dragging a hand down my face. I needed a distraction before my thoughts spiraled into dangerous territory. And as if the universe had heard me, my phone rang. I glanced at the screen. Arlene. My heart softened instantly. I swiped to answer. “Hey, princess.” “Daddy!” Her voice was full of excitement, that familiar warmth wrapping around me like a safety net. I smiled, the tension in my chest loosening. “You sound happy. What’s got you in such a good mood?” “I just wanted to talk to you,” she said, a slight pout in her voice. “I miss you.” That hit me right in the gut. “I miss you too, baby.” I sank onto the couch, my earlier frustration melting away. “
Jackson I pulled into the parking lot of Plato Bar, gripping the steering wheel as I stared at the neon-lit entrance. The place was alive, pulsing with music even from outside. Seeing the line forming near the entrance, with people eager to get inside, I felt like turning the car around and going home. But then I thought about what was waiting for me back home. Laura. The forbidden, off-limits temptation I wasn’t supposed to touch. And after that pool scene, I don’t think going back home was the best. I’d end up thinking about her again and that’s dangerous. This, though, was just a mystery woman trying to play games, and maybe a little game wasn’t that bad. Tonight, I’d just have fun regardless of the outcome. With that, I stepped out of the car and walked inside. The moment I crossed the entrance, I was hit with a wall of energy. Music blasted through the speakers, deep bass vibrating through the floors. Neon lights flashed everywhere while bodies pressed together on the
LauraI stretched across my bed, my phone pressed against my ear, listening to Laurette’s impatient sigh. “Well?” she demanded. “I’ve been waiting. Spill the details, woman. How was your date?” I smiled to myself, tracing the patterns on my bedspread. “It was… really nice.” A loud gasp came from the other end. “Wait, what? You actually liked it?” I laughed. “I know, I know. Shocking, right? But yeah, I did. Andrew, he’s…” I paused, trying to find the right words. “He’s thoughtful. He was so patient, so attentive. He listened to me, Laurette. Like, actually listened. He asked about my work, my favorite places to travel, the little things I like to do when I’m alone. And he remembered everything I said. It was… different.” Laurette squealed. “Oh my God! I told you! I knew you’d like him!” I sighed, shaking my head. “It wasn’t supposed to be like this. I was only doing this to make Jackson jealous.” She snorted. “Well, jokes on you, because now you are the one catching feel
LauraI stood in front of my closet, hands on my hips, determined. The class field trip was finally over and Arlene was coming home, so I decided to make her a surprise dinner, but if I was being brutally honest, my excitement wasn’t just about her. It was about him. Jackson. I wasn’t going to let things happen by chance anymore. I want his attention. I wanted to see that flicker in his eyes, that moment when he would notice me, really notice me, and couldn’t look away. Of course, Laurette had advised me to forget about him and give Andrew a chance, but then, I still wanted to be seen by Jackson. And forthat to happen, I needed the perfect outfit. I skimmed through my wardrobe, tossing aside casual sweaters and simple dresses. No, tonight wasn’t about casual. Tonight was about making an impression. Then, my fingers brushed against it, a deep red, form-fitting dress with thin straps and a low-cut back. Bold. Sensual. Tempting.Perfect. I smirked to myself as I slipped it on
LauraDinner was going really nicely. The food, the laughter, the easy flow of conversation, all made it feel so good. But the moment Andrew turned to me with that his sweet smile, I knew something was coming. “Hey,” he said, leaning closer, his voice dipping into a softer tone, meant just for me. “I never got the chance to properly thank you for the other night.” I raised an eyebrow, sipping my wine. “Thank me?” He smirked. “For the date. For actually giving me a chance,” he retorted, but before I could say anything, Arlene beamed from across the couch. “It went well, right?!” She turned to me, her excitement bubbling over. “Didn’t I tell you? Andrew’s the sweetest guy ever.” I forced a small smile. “It was nice.” Andrew placed a hand on my thigh under the table, his thumb brushing the fabric of my dress. Casual, but intentional. “Nice? That’s all I get?” I tensed slightly, but before I could shift away, Arlene gasped dramatically. “Oh my God, I have an idea!” I looked
JacksonFrom the moment Laura stepped into the house, I knew I was in trouble. She looked fire… dangerously, sinfully hot in that damn outfit. The kind of hot that made men forget their morals. And I, unfortunately, was just a man. I clenched my jaw, gripping my whiskey glass a little too tightly as I watched her from the corner of my eye, pretending to be unbothered. She looked like she wanted something more from me, but I ignored her, pretending like she wasn’t the most distracting thing in the room. I needed to look away, so I forced myself to turn back and vanished into my room, leaving her there at the door. I settled at my desk diving into my work. I had unfinished projects from work, and that seemed like the perfect distraction, keeping my mind off the fact that Laura was walking around my house, looking like that, existing like a problem I didn’t know how to solve. The universe must have taken pity on me because it wasn’t long after that that Arlene arrived.I went
LauraThe moment I stepped back into the living room, I realized I wouldn’t be staying long. Arlene was curled up on the couch, laughing sweetly into her phone, no doubt talking to her boyfriend, and Andrew, well, he wasted no time turning all of his attention to me. The moment I sat down, he slid a little closer, his arm resting on the back of the couch behind me. Not touching, but close enough that I could feel the heat of his body. I sighed softly. I was already too tired to deal with this. “I think I’ll call it a night now,” I murmured, stretching my arms slightly for emphasis. Andrew’s brows furrowed. “So soon? It’s still early.” “I know,” I said, offering a small smile. “I just didn’t get much sleep last night, and today has been exhausting.” His gaze softened slightly, though I caught the subtle flicker of disappointment in his eyes. “You sure you don’t want me to walk you?” I chuckled lightly, shaking my head. “I’ll be fine, Andrew. I’ll probably be asleep the
JacksonAfter Laura left the roof, I couldn’t stop thinking about her. I tried… tried to refocus on the work in front of me, gripping the wooden plank and running the sander over its surface, but my hands moved on its own, my mind constantly circling back to her. I loved the way her breath skipped when she saw me shirtless. How her eyes lingered a second too long, her cheeks warming, her body going still as if she were caught in a trance. Most especially how her eyes felt on me. I smirked to myself, gripping the sander tighter. She wanted me. No matter how much she tried to hide it, no matter how hard she pretended to be unfazed, her body betrayed her. And that thought alone did things to me. I exhaled sharply, shaking my head, trying to refocus on my task, but it was pointless. I had lost control of the moment. With an irritated sigh, I set the tools aside and dusted off my hands. There was no use forcing it when my mind was completely wrecked by the thought of her. I needed
JacksonThe day went by so slowly. I sat through meetings, stared at reports, and nodded along to conversations I barely registered. Because the whole time, my mind wasn’t there, it was with her. Laura.I had broken her heart last night, and it was killing me. I could still see the look on her face when I told her it was a mistake. The way her shoulders tensed, her lips parted slightly in shock, her eyes searching mine for some sign that I didn’t mean it. That I wasn’t rejecting her.But I had. And I hated myself for it.I knew she was hurting. No matter how strong she tried to act, I knew. And the thought of her suffering alone, maybe crying herself to sleep because of me, was unbearable.I had decided to let her be, atleast till she heals but I just couldn’t take it anymore. I have to check on her. Just a brief visit… just to see how she was handling it.But I couldn’t just show up at her door after cruelly shattering her heart. That would be cruel, and she would even demand an expl
Laura“What the hell are you doing in my kitchen, Andrew?” I asked again as I groaned and pressed my fingers against my temples, trying to steady the throbbing in my head. Every beat felt like a hammer against my skull, a painful reminder of my terrible decision last night. The nausea had subsided a little, but I still felt weak. Seeing the surprised look on his face, I realized I must have been too harsh so I dialed back my tone. He was standing across from me, arms crossed, watching me with a blank expression. "Okay," I muttered, clearing my dry throat. "Seriously, Andrew… what are you doing here?" He raised an eyebrow. "You don’t remember?" He asked while I frowned."Remember what?" I asked too.Andrew then exhaled through his nose, shaking his head like he couldn’t believe me. "I called you last night. Multiple times." I blinked. "You did?" I asked while I did a quick recollection, but I couldn’t remember a thing. My head was completely blank. All I remember was drinking t
Laura“Oh my goodness…” I muttered under my breathe as I struggled to open my eyes. It was like they were literally glued and I had to force them open. Slowly I managed to open them and that was when it started. The pounding in my head was unbearable. A dull, merciless throbbing pulsed behind my eyes, making every little movement feel like torture. My throat was dry, my body stiff, and when I tried to sit up, my stomach churned violently.“What’s happening to me?” I let out slowly while still trying to figure out while it felt like I was going through seven rounds of pain.I groaned, blinking against the harsh morning light streaming through the windows. That’s when I saw it.The empty vodka bottle lay on its side next to me, its contents spilled across the floor. Shards of broken glass glistened in the mess, and I realized, with a sinking feeling, that I must have knocked over a glass at some point. The evidence was everywhere… sticky liquid, shattered pieces, my disheveled self lyin
LauraSleep was a luxury that refused to find me. My body felt heavy, yet my mind raced endlessly, replaying every moment with Jackson, every glance, every touch, and ultimately, the painful words he’d spoken when he walked away.I reached for my phone and dialed my twin sister, Laurette. She always knew how to ground me when I felt lost. The phone rang... once, twice, and then straight to voicemail. I tried again, hoping she'd pick up. No luck."Hey, it's me," I whispered into the phone after the beep. "I just... I need you right now. Call me when you can."I ended the call, feeling more alone than ever.I lay in bed, eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling. The silence of the room was deafening, filled with thoughts I couldn’t quiet. For what felt like an eternity, I just lay there, blank, unable to cry, unable to feel anything but this hollow ache in my chest.After what must have been an hour, I gave up on sleep and dragged myself to the living room. I turned on the TV and mindless
Jackson The room felt suffocating the moment Laura emerged from the bathroom, her skin glowing and damp from the steam. My heart clenched at the sight of her, but guilt gripped me tighter than desire. I had crossed a line, one I should never have even approached. The echoes of our shared passion lingered in the air, but beneath that was the weight of what I’d done. She was young, vibrant, and full of life. I was twice her age, burdened with experience and regrets. What I had allowed to happen between us wasn’t just wrong in the eyes of others… it was wrong in mine too. I couldn’t shake the image of Arlene, her laughter, her trust in me as her father. And Laura, her best friend. What would happen if the truth ever surfaced? The betrayal, the hurt… it would be irreversible. I’d not only destroy my daughter’s trust but ruin Laura’s reputation and innocence in the process. The world wouldn’t be kind to her. People would whisper, judge, and brand her with ugly names. They would say s
LauraI lay there, completely spent, tangled in the sheets that still carried his scent. I probably wouldn’t be washing the sheets anytime soon as I’m not sure when or if I’d ever be getting another chance with him. Until that happens or not, I’d be using the sheets as an alternative. Those scents are enough to make me come hard. My body hummed with satisfaction, and I couldn’t help but let a sly smile stretch across my lips.I turned to face him, tracing my fingers along his strong jawline. “You’re incredible, you know that? That was so intense, and I enjoyed every moment.” I muttered to him, while beaming with smiles.Jackson’s gaze softened, but there was something distant in his eyes. He gave me a faint smile and leaned in to kiss my forehead. “You should clean up. I’ll join you soon.” He chimed in, his tone quiet, almost hesitant.“Alrighty, I’ll be waiting for you, and who knows, I might just be free for a second round.” I retorted, seductively winking at him but he had a blank
LauraThe moment I saw that look of surrender in Jackson’s eyes, I was ready to throw myself over him and let him make passionate love to me, in a rough manner.I dipped my tongue down his throat and though he was reluctant at first, I didn’t stop until he gave in and we were soon kissing desperately like our lives depended on it. It was as if I would never get another chance to be intimate with him… maybe I wouldn’t and I wasn’t ready to waste this one opportunity. "You taste really sweet," I muttered in his ear, while he moaned."You too." He muttered too and then slid his hands over my a*s, gripped my cheeks tight, and spun me around, pushing me up against the bed.I let out a soft moan into his mouth, while he suddenly pulled his lips away. I couldn't let him take any break at that moment so I quickly pushed myself back in but he held me back."Are you sure you want this?" He asked while I rolled my eyes out of frustration. How could he be asking me this when he can see how much
LauraI stormed into my room, still fuming. Jackson infuriated me. The way he teased, the arrogant way he smirked like he knew exactly how much power he had over me… it made my blood boil. He was so damn sure of himself, so cocky, and the worst part? He wasn’t wrong. He did have power over me. And I hated it. And to think he actually left me in the middle of nowhere and drove off. What if I had no means to get home? I would have been stranded there and left to die. How can someone be so heartless?All through the ride home, I kept thinking about it, how I had stood there and waited for him to come back but he never did. Twenty minutes passed before I realized I had been abandoned, and I had to walk a bit before I could order for a ride. Getting home, I couldn’t do anything. I was boiling with rage. After walking aimlessly around the house a couple of times, and was still boiling with anger, I knew I had to distract myself.I needed to let off steam before I exploded, so I grabbed
JacksonThe day had dragged on longer than I would’ve liked. No matter what I did, my mind kept slipping. Losing focus. I was in the middle of a meeting with my senior managers, nodding along as someone discussed the company’s quarterly projections, but I wasn’t hearing a damn thing. Instead, all I could think about was Laura. Her pissed-off face when she asked me to stop the car, and then stepped out. The way her lips had parted, eyes blazing as she told me to go to hell before turning on her heels and walking away. The way I’d let her.I clenched my jaw. I could see through her, I knew she was playing games, trying to get back power on me which was why I did what I did. I wanted her to know that her plans were nothing but childish. But that was so wrong on all levels. I should have gone after her. Even if I was so mad at her, I should have made sure she got home safe instead of letting my own damn pride get in the way. To think I had just promised Arlene to look after her j