VERA'S POV"I love you, Jack!" I confessed with a light heart. At that moment, I felt as if the world had been lifted off my shoulders knowing that I had told him everything."I want you to know that your past can't rule your present, put everything behind you and don't let it ruin your future. It hasn't changed who you are, and know that I will never hurt you like he did," he kissed my knuckles."I'm sorry for keeping it from you. It's not like I don't trust you, it's me, I am afraid and I didn't know what I should be doing then. Thank you very much, Jack," I rested my head on his chest."I will get your son back to you and he will have a younger brother," he promised."He's older than Tim, so he will have younger brothers when he finally comes back to me," I corrected him.As if Tim knew he was being talked about, he called his father's name. We went downstairs together to meet him and Mrs Briggs. "Miss Vera, how are you doing?" Mrs Briggs asked, hugging me."I'm fine. I can see yo
VERA'S POVYeah, he can control his mood, but not his libido and I love the way he responds to my kisses and caresses. I licked his bare back and bit his skin while he kept twitching.I touched him tenderly. "Should I stop playing with… you? Really? Seriously? Can I do that? I bet you don't want me to!" I whispered."Fùck it, you don't ever listen!" He cursed under his breath.I laughed and released him. I jumped onto his back. My legs surrounded his waist, my fingers gripped his hair, my tongue licked his ears and I heard him groan."Vera, we can't!" He gripped my hands and pulled them away from his hair."Why can't we?" I asked him as I slid off him and stood in the water.He turned around and held my hands. "I know you what you want and how you want it, I'm sorry that I can't give it to you because I'm a monster when it comes to fûck,""It… doesn't matter now." I mumbled."It matters… a lot, because you are gonna get hurt… badly and you haven't even healed up the last time we did i
VERA'S POVOkay, so he got Tim and Max out of the house. Where could he have sent them? Endless journey I guess. Hahaha!I made eye contact with him as I undressed too. His eyes burned my skin when I stood naked in front of him. I stepped out of my gown and went close to him. I expected to kiss me and get down to business, but he didn't, he bent down and opened his briefcase."Lie down," he commanded in a whisper.I laid down on my back on the tufted flowers that adorned the backyard which served as his garden. I watched him bring out a small bottle of honey."What's that for?" I inquired curiously."You will see," he knelt down and uncocked the cover of the bottle. I didn't want to miss any of the tricks he came up with, so I watched with rapt attention as he poured the honey on his left palm and started to rub it slowly between and all over my thighs.His touch set my skin ablaze. My eyes followed every of his motions until his lips touched my lap, my eyes closed involuntarily.He
VERA'S POVI like such games, it's fascinating and fun! To think that Jackson wants to have fun and play around with me today. Which other way can I possibly welcome December with a delightful heart?I peeled off the lemons instantly and handed him one of them. I counted to three and we put it into our mouth to chew.We looked into each other's eyes to see who would give up first. Whoever gets intimidated by the other's peeking eyes loses and I am not ready to give him credit.For two good minutes, we held it in our mouths. He was determined to win, even when he started sweating profusely, he stared daringly at me."Give up already! You're crying!" I muttered, squeezing my face."No way!" He retorted stubbornly, sniffing back his runny nose.He flexed his muscles and I heard his joints squeak as he fought to hold it in so he wouldn't lose, I shrugged and clapped my hands mockingly at him.He spat it out immediately and rushed upstairs. I spat mine out as well and ran after him. Before
VERA'S POVI took Tim to Father Christmas when we were called out of the cue. He was excited to sit down on the man's lap to receive gifts from him.I smiled at him when he ran back to me with the packages. I unveiled the gifts for him and received knockouts as an applause for coming.I held his hand tightly and led him back to where we left his parents, but we didn't see any of them around. I became unhappy and jealous. Jack could still love Monica. He is ill, she can seduce him like the first day I met her and they could be making out somewhere in a special way and probably plan a reunion while… Jesus Christ! Vera, come back home! I stopped my thoughts from going to an extreme."Mom, can we go to the playground?" Tim asked, pointing at some group of children running around a shed."Okay, honey," I pecked him.I sat down with other parents and watched him mix up with the other kids. It wasn't hard for him to get their attention by introducing a new game and they all started followin
WRITER'S POVVera thought she has seen everything that Jack has, especially after looking him up on the internet and researching his net worth, and seeing his private jet worth billions of dollars until she stood gaping at two expensive yachts.Her eyes flew surprisingly to his face when he cleared her doubts by saying that they belong to him and he wants her to enter it all first because they are brand new."Jack…" she trailed off.He threw his arm possessively over her shoulder and nibbled on her earlobe. "Come on, stop making me feel like I shouldn't have bought it. I just wanted to own everything that was a dream to me when I was a kid," "That's not what I… Holy heavens Jack! So why were you so worried about the company going bankrupt while you have so much that the fall of the company wouldn't affect your status?!" She bursted out.He walked close to one of the yachts, and placed a hand on the body. The lights, in and out were fully alive that one would mistake the night for day
VERA'S POVWhen a warm liquid fell on my shoulder, I looked up at his face and saw that he was trying hard to blink his tears back. If there's anything I learnt from my father when I was younger, it would be that when a man sheds a tear because someone broke his heart, then the person has lost the best thing that would ever happen to her. Whatever made Jack feel this way, all I know is that he has manned it up for sometime now and I feel special that he told me exactly how he felt and didn't bother to hide a thing from me."It wasn't your fault, Jack. I told you before, right? You were sick and marriage is for better or worse! I know that if she was the one in your shoes, you would stay with her and help her become the person she was!" I rebuffed angrily. What am I even saying? Monica and Jack made the same vow that my parents made to themselves at the altar and that's why their marriage ended almost the same way.Didn't my mother and father promise to stay in sickness and in healt
JACKSON'S POV"Merry Christmas, Mom!" Tim joyously flew into Vera's arms immediately as we opened the door."Oh, sweetheart! I wish you the best, and nothing but the best! Come here, I'm going to bake, fry and cook just whatever you want. Mention anything at all, honey!" Vera pecked him."What about me, Tim? I can't believe you didn't notice me just now!" I complained."No, dad. I… I… was just overwhelmed… Okay, happy Christmas!" He stuttered and ran to hug me."It's okay, dear. I understand, and I love you. I will be upstairs," I wanted to excuse myself, but Vera caught my arm."We all are going into the kitchen to cook. You will fry anything that needs to be fried. Move it!" She smiled fauxly."What? You are joking, right?" I grumbled.She knows how much I hate frying! The last time I stayed with her in the kitchen, she made me cut the onions to punish me. I know what she would do this time when she mentioned frying.She dragged me to the kitchen and I sat down on a stool as she bro
AUTHOR'S POV “Kill her, Malone!” Ken thundered when the boy stiffened.“No!” Hannah shook her head vigorously as Malone lifted the gun to Vera’s face. “He is trying to destroy you, Malone.”“You can't pull the trigger on our mother. Can't you…” “Don't fucking tell me what to do! Our mother you say? Hey, grab a cloth and clean your mouth!” Malone's roar reverberated in Vera's ears and made Tim wash down the rest of his sentence with his saliva. She stood and watched, speechless, as she knew that they were all trapped and Ken had never played fair games.“Stop this madness, Prince Kenneth. Are you willing to turn your son into a monster like yourself? Are you ready to live proudly with yourself after doing this?” She demanded, shaking her head in disgust.“Your petty tricks won't work on me. Have you forgotten who I am? You thought it was easy for me to be locked up? I have people! And I can still buy more people with my money! There's nothing like justice because the system is rotte
VERA'S POV It started raining heavily that evening as we drove home. Jack and Nathan went to search for Malone, but he was still not found until it was too dark for us to keep waiting for them in the graveyard. By the time we were headed home, a police report had already been made in case it got out of hand. I do not know how to describe the pain that I felt. I could say that it was deafening because Hannah was speaking to me, but her voice was an added noise to my rumbling ears.From the very moment she announced Malone's disappearance, I had felt nauseous, and a persistent pain rose below my stomach, so I folded myself in the backseat, and my jaw dropped to my knees. Hannah was sitting beside me, trying to soothe me and also not wake up her sleeping child. Timothy sat quietly in Jessica's lap in the front seat, their sad eyes monitoring me through the mirror.When Max pulled the car into the driveway of my home, I had to blink countless times to focus my eyes and carefully come dow
VERA'S POV It was a cool evening when she was laid to rest. I stood numbly beside her grave, not in any way understanding how I felt about her death. She might not have been the best mother, but she was still someone who would say bless you when you sneeze beside her. How she was able to watch me suffer at the hands of her boyfriend has always made me doubt that I was her daughter, but I still didn't wish for her life to end so soon.We were good and have been trying to become friends. At least, she cared so much about Jessica even though she was more distant than ever. She hadn't shown any sign of sickness and wasn't the type of person that would commit suicide. But then, she died in a peaceful way and place. According to Jessica, she slept beside her and didn't wake up the next morning. Thanks to Jack who helped us make up. But I expected more from her. One would think she would not only ask for forgiveness but also mend her ways. She should have tried to make up for lost time and
AUTHOR'S POV“Stop right there, Malone! Don't walk out on me when I'm still talking to you!” Vera's eyes were a set of fury as she glared at her son's turned back.They had rushed together to the police station after Jack disclosed Max's news to both her and Maureen. Sensing how frantic she looked, Maureen had offered her support to go with them and try to calm her down while Jack drove them there. Having no energy to explain to people how she is Monica's twin sister and not his wife's ghost, he told her to go and not worry about them. She wished them luck and watched them drive away.They arrived at the police station early before Malone was sent to the detention cell.Jack took care of speaking to the Police Chief and getting some paperwork done with the young recruited police officer, Harry, who had helped in solving their recent incident with Vera's stalker and Ken's arrest. Afterward, he was allowed to take Malone home. While they were in the car, Vera tried to speak to the boy,
JACK'S POV I felt Vera shiver beside me and I turned my head slowly to look at her frenzied face. When I turned to Maureen again, she was already standing and blowing smoke into the air. “What do you mean? I met Monica first, she was the one I have always known. I have never even heard about you. I used to visit her Dom room and her roommate was a man, gay to be precise.” My forehead wrinkled in deep thought as I traveled through the memory lane.“We met at our school parking lot. You tried to park your white pickup truck and it crashed into my black BMW. You came about apologizing and promised insistently to fix it, but I ignored you and punctured your tires because I had a bad day.” Maureen turned to face us, backing the glass window now and her lips curved in a wistful smile.“And I said to you, ‘We are even now, so no hard feelings’ and we looked at each other and started laughing. We had both cars towed to the nearest repair shop and waited for them to be fixed over pizza and i
VERA'S POV I let Jack hold my hand as he led us into the clubhouse. I have heard about the place, popular among the local folks. I watched with disgust, hating how jealousy ate deep into my skull when a random masked lady walked up to Jack and called his name. When I came Downtown, I heard a lot of gossip about the clubs, the top hotels, and the sex workers, but nobody told me that they were rude and aggressive. Or am I just putting too much meaning into the fact that a bitch is trying to get the attention of a man that is holding his woman? She wants to rub it on my face that he knows her, period!“Jackson Taylor, I believe you still remember me. I didn't expect to see you here again.” She continued, lifting her thin mask off her face to reveal a pretty oval face.“I'm here strictly for business. Excuse me.” He gently pushed her aside and sidestepped into an enclosed booth by the far end of the rowdy room, dragging me gently behind him.“You shouldn't treat her like that. She was b
JACK'S POVIt was time to have an actual conversation. We haven't talked since the time at the garden, and we promised to always tell each other the truth about everything. When our guests left, we were alone in the kitchen, doing the dishes. Malone had gulped a cup of coffee and went upstairs while Timothy left with Hannah's family. He had become quick friends with Tasha. “I went to meet Monica's father to confirm something, and you'd be surprised by what he told me,” I answered her question half an hour later after rinsing the last plate.“I was worried. You shouldn't leave the house like that without telling me.” She said, turning to face me while leaning on the washbasin. “You haven't asked me what I found out. And you don't seem surprised.” I placed the last plate in the dish rack and cleaned my hands with a small blue towel, then hung it back on its rack.“I saw Monica last night. She has come back into our lives and I understand that you must be doing everything possible to m
VERA'S POV I didn't know when Jack left the house, I woke up to find myself alone in the bed, cuddling my pillow. I rolled out of bed when I heard voices from downstairs. I almost forgot I was in a new house, and Jack had bought me expensive cars for me to choose from, hence the blissful sex in the underground garage. I was hopping downstairs in pajamas and flip-flops when I recalled the woman I saw when I came out to get wine last night in front of the house by the carport. How could I forget Monica's taunting face as she silently challenged me to a duel? How could she lie to everyone like that and why in God's name can't she just remain dead? Why come back now? What does she want?“Good morning, dear hostess!” Hannah greeted ironically as she watched her husband and Nathan take out the trash.“She's winning the best hostess of this season, all right!” Jessica laughed, placing full plates of fried rice, chicken salad, and french fries on the dining table.“I love how that smells,”
WRITER'S POV Jack threw on his clothes and kissed Vera on the forehead before exiting their bedroom while she murmured something in her sleep behind him. If she woke up afterward, he had no idea because he didn't look back and couldn't wait to check up on the boys before he left the house. It was still early, so the living room was still a mess: empty bottles of different drinks, foils, and containers of leftovers, cartons, and wrappers of some kid’s packaged gifts brought in, and wine glasses dropped off at every corner. So much for a new home. Jack ignored all that as he opened the door and walked down the front steps, welcoming the cold that came with light drops of water splattering the carport’s canopy and wondering if Hannah and her family, or even Nathan and Jessica, had gone home last night or they're occupying the guest rooms.He had only the priest in mind. He had paid a visit to Reverend Israel, Monica's father twice since her funeral, so it wouldn't feel somehow for him