Jacob"So, Mr. Jonathan, any other concerns on your mind? Is there anything else you wish to discuss?” I asked, a faint chuckle escaping my lips as I regarded the bald-headed British man seated across from me. It seemed he harboured grand hopes concerning Chloe—likely hoping to settle down with her. But did he truly know that she wasn't one to settle? Certainly not.Or else why would he be here to satisfy her whims?"As I mentioned, Mr. Adriano, I don't see the profitability in having my funds tied up in your ongoing projects. Our agreement was clear: It stipulated the prompt release of my funds upon request, and I anticipate a seamless resolution from your end.""Of course, I can arrange the return of your funds. However, if I may ask," I maintained a composed demeanour, holding back my smile, “Is profitability the sole concern here? Because I suspect there's more to your decision than meets the eye. It’s Chloe, isn’t it?”He appeared taken aback by my directness, a flicker of embar
EvelynSlipping my hand beneath the fabric of my nightie, my breath quickened involuntarily. The lingering sensitivity from last night made this an ill-advised indulgence, but resistance felt futile.Jacob had an undeniable knack for coaxing me into these daring acts. He was a risk-taker, and a risk himself by nature, an attribute that only heightened my desires for him."Are you touching yourself, Evelyn?" His voice, textured with huskiness, reached me amid faint shuffling sounds from the other end.Fuck! It’d be hard to stay calm."Yeah..." I murmured, inhaling deeply as my fingertips grazed over my clit, a surge of sensation making my thighs instinctively twitch, though moisture still gathered despite my instinct to resist. Damn. I doubted that I could reach my high without his touch at this point."Exactly where are your hands, Evelyn?" His amusement was palpable in his tone, a hint of smugness evident even from a distance as I could partially feel the smirk that must have adorne
Evelyn"Um... I—" I faltered, words escaping me as I stood there, stunned by his sudden appearance. It felt surreal that within mere minutes, he was here when I'd anticipated him hours later."I need an answer, Evelyn." He spoke my name like a whispered caress, closing the door with a nudge from his leg and striding toward me. He carelessly discarded his expensive coat on the floor, looming over me with his towering height as he stood before me. At this moment, I felt incredibly small in his presence—well, I was undeniably diminutive in comparison. And right now, I was at the exact eye level of his bulge.Gently, he placed two fingers beneath my chin, tilting my face upwards to meet his gaze. I clenched my fists by my side, attempting to stave off the tremble his touch elicited, yet a shiver coursed down my spine regardless."Where's the camera?" The question spilled out, nagging at me for some time."You want to see it?" He suppressed a smile, gesturing toward a direction just above
Tyler"You know, Jonathan just backed out of our deal," the annoying blonde woman persisted, her presence becoming more unwelcome by the day. She seemed on edge. "I don't know what else to do. I have to get him back. At any cost.""How about you come over here, suck my dick, and then we can talk?""Tyler, this isn't what we agreed upon. You owe me a favor from last time when I gave you information about Jacob's previous family. It certainly helped you tarnish his image in the media for a while. You have to help me now—this is when you return the favor.""What favor, Chloe?" I couldn't help but chuckle as I took a sip of my whiskey. Her insistence was amusing. "Let's be clear. There was no favor. You received a considerable sum for the information you provided, and that was it. It was my sheer generosity that led me to suggest helping you in the future, mainly because I spent the previous night fucking you like my personal slut and you enjoyed it too. Maybe you've forgotten some detail
TylerA sudden dryness gripped my throat as I gazed at the image, gently taking the phone from Chloe's hand. Despite her considerable efforts, nothing she showed me managed to turn me on as this single innocent snapshot of the woman did.She was... breathtaking—no other word could suffice— it was the perfect fit.I observed as the luscious dark brown locks of her hair cascaded over her shoulder. She sat comfortably on the sofa, absorbed in her phone, the ash-colored shorts barely concealing her creamy thighs. Her slender neck and eyes, though not clearly visible in the image, hinted at a possible hazel hue, completing the portrait of her beauty.This picture was so fucking simple yet everything, literally everything about her was too fucking perfect.Damn, the realization that Jacob Adriano had acquired yet another invaluable gem that I hadn't even laid eyes on until now, cut deep.I wanted her…."What was her name again?" I inquired of Chloe, my gaze still fixed on the image."Evelyn
Evelyn"What's on the agenda for tonight? I surely don’t want to spend the whole day locked in the apartment,” I asked, blowing bubbles into the warm, enveloping water while our bodies stayed submerged. The sensation of his body against mine was nothing short of delightful.He started to reply, but I interrupted, "Don't you dare say 'sex.' You haven't whisked me away anywhere nice yet."A small chuckle escaped him before he planted a kiss on my shoulder, our fingers entwined. "Do you truly believe it's just sex that occupies my thoughts? Perhaps I've got plans already brewing. Couldn’t that possibly happen?”"I won't deny the possibility of plans, but I'm convinced that sex is the main course of your mind. All the fucking time.”"Shall I disprove that theory by taking you out tonight, or would you rather I confirm it by fucking you here in the bathtub? You're still a little tender down there, aren't you?" His hand slid between my thighs, and I gasped, instinctively clenching them tog
Evelyn"It's time to wake up, baby," Jacob peppered my face with kisses, rousing me from sleep. I groggily turned, burying my face into the pillow. His lips found my bare back, prompting an involuntary gasp to escape my lips."Don't annoy me, Jacob. Let me sleep..." I groaned, squeezing my eyes shut to evade the intrusive morning light seeping through the window. He'd even drawn the curtains aside! Sometimes, I really wanted to despise him even though I knew it wasn’t possible."I'm afraid I can't, love," he chuckled, brushing my hair aside and nuzzling the back of my neck. "You wanted to visit my office, remember? Today's the day.""I'll go some other day. Let's sleep for now," I mumbled, rolling over and tugging him onto the bed beside me. "We got back so late last night. Let's catch up on sleep!" As he nestled into the crook of my neck, I tenderly massaged his scalp, attempting to coax him back to rest. But a telltale chuckle emanating from him shattered my efforts, echoing through
Evelyn"Is this your idea of an office?" I looked at him in utter disbelief, "This is literally better than your house."Yeah, I meant every word. Jacob's apartment was impressive—no denying that. But this, this was majestic. A colossal thirty-five-story building, meticulously adorned from every nook to the carpets and even the vases.It was a marvel of architectural brilliance and corporate elegance. An entrance adorned with sleek, brushed steel doors welcomed visitors into a foyer awash in opulent tones. Polished marble floors reflected the soft illumination cast by crystal chandeliers overhead, infusing the space with an air of refined sophistication. And those floor-to-ceiling windows? They drenched the office in natural light, offering sweeping views of the bustling city below.Past the reception area, the workspace unfurled like a perfectly orchestrated symphony—just as composed and beautiful as Jacob himself. Open-concept workstations boasted ergonomic chairs and cutting-edge d
JacobAs the elevator doors slid shut, a jolt of panic shot through me.Fuck.I wasn't thinking—I never was when it came to Evelyn.Before I could process it, my legs were moving, rushing toward the stairwell. The cold air burned my lungs as I sprinted down the steps, two at a time, the echoes of my own footsteps pounding in my ears.God! What the hell was I thinking? Why didn’t I stop her?Fuck. I knew the answer—I was too busy self loathing in my own mind.By the time I reached the ground floor, my breathing was ragged, sharp exhales cutting through the silence. I bolted toward the parking lot, scanning frantically.Nothing.She was gone.God, how the fuck did she disappear so fast?It was nearly night. The streets were emptying, the sky turning a shade too dark, too ominous. And Evelyn? She wasn't even wearing anything warm enough.This wasn't safe. Not for her.Not for the—fuck—not for the baby.I raked a hand through my hair, frustration clawing at my skin. "Why am I even thinkin
Evelyn"W-what?" My voice trembled, barely a whisper. Somewhere deep inside me—somewhere I refused to acknowledge—there was hope. A desperate, foolish hope that he’d say something different. That he wouldn’t break me with a brutal truth like this."Yes, Evelyn." His voice was steady, his eyes cold, though maybe—just maybe—there was a flicker of guilt in them. But at that moment, guilt didn’t matter. His words did. His actions did. The emotions he chose to display, and the ones he kept buried, were the only things that mattered."I am not fucking ready to be a father." His tone was unyielding, each word a blade slicing through me. "I don’t want to be a father. I don’t have it in me, and I’d rather die than carry a burden like that. Raising a kid, all of it—it’s pointless. Stupid. Meaningless shit. And I thought you felt the same, but I was wrong. And that fucking scares me. I hoped I could convince you, but you’re proving me wrong at every turn. Evelyn, no matter how much you think you
Samuel"You're too young for a baby, Evelyn!""Jacob's right—you should abort it!""No, you can't have a kid when you're still a kid yourself!""I'm going to kill that bastard!""Evelyn, think it through!"A hundred pleas, a hundred desperate arguments—none of them mattered. She was hell-bent on having this baby. And truth be told, I couldn't force her. Danica and I had her when we were young too. Questioning her now would mean admitting we thought she was less capable than we had been.And I refused to do that. My daughter could handle this. I knew she could.As shocking as the news was, my bigger concern was Jacob. That piece of shit's reaction. I knew what this meant for him—how the word father terrified him, how much he hated himself for the blood that ran through his veins.He didn't think he was capable of being a father because he was convinced he'd fail. I'd seen it in him for years—his greatest fear."Do you think Jacob's going to agree to this?" Clara asked, worry lacing her
EvelynThe soft sound of someone shifting and moving around the room pulled me from the depths of sleep. My eyes blinked open, heavy with lingering grogginess, and I saw Jacob getting ready—probably for the office, judging by his sharp suit.Dragging myself up despite the weight of sleep threatening to drag me back into the sea of the mattress, I yawned. Maybe it was just another side effect of pregnancy—this constant, consuming need to rest.“What are you doing?” I mumbled, voice thick with sleep.Jacob froze mid-motion, his hand hesitating as he fastened his watch. He turned toward me, his gaze softening as he abandoned the task and approached the bed. “Sorry, baby, did I wake you up?” he murmured, leaning down to caress my cheek.“Not really.” I let out another yawn. “But why are you leaving so early? You usually head out much later than this.”A small chuckle escaped him as he caught my hands, preventing me from rubbing the sleep from my eyes. “Don’t do that,” he teased. “If you w
EvelynIt was noon when I couldn’t stand the silence any longer. It was suffocating, eating away at me, and I had no idea how to face it. So, I did the only thing I could—opened the damn door and walked out.Jacob was sitting on the couch, his head lowered, eyes fixed on his hands, clenching them together like they could somehow hold him together. The sound of my footsteps must have pulled him from his haze because his gaze shifted to me, and I saw the tension in his shoulders ease. A quiet sigh escaped his lips.He didn’t say a word, just stood as I walked toward him, stopping just a breath away. My chest tightened. Tears were threatening to spill, and worse—he could see it. That made it worse, because now I couldn’t hide it. The lump in my throat grew with each passing second.Before I could say anything, he raised his hands, cupping my face gently. His touch shattered whatever restraint I had left, and my chin trembled, fighting to hold back the flood of tears.He seemed to feel it
EvelynSunlight filtered through the small gap between the curtains, landing softly on my face. I squeezed my eyes shut, determined not to wake up, but it only lasted a moment before I gave in. Panic shot through every one of my veins as I opened my eyes and saw the empty space beside me.Sitting up hurriedly, I scanned the room.Did he not come home last night?I slipped on my slippers, ready to search for him, when a realization stopped me in my tracks. I'd fallen asleep on the sofa, waiting for him. Yet here I was, waking up in bed. The memory hit me then—his strong arms carrying me to bed, his warmth enveloping me as he held me close.I stepped out of the bedroom, my ears catching the soft clatter of utensils. Following the sounds to the kitchen, I found him there, cooking breakfast.A sigh of relief escaped me at the sight. He stood at the stove, relaxed and focused, as if the weight of our troubles didn't exist. As if we didn't have a situation to handle. As if we both weren't w
JacobI sat in my office, drenched in sweat, my breath shallow and quick. Dread crawled under my skin, seeping into my bones, invading every inch of me until I was cold. The air around me felt thick, suffocating, and each breath I managed to draw seemed to take all my strength. It was suddenly a chore to keep breathing and stay alive.I paced back and forth, running a hand through my hair, the dim light above the ceiling the only thing cutting through the darkness. I couldn’t bear to be in complete darkness right now. I needed to see something, anything, just to remind myself I was still here."Calm down," I muttered, trying to steady my shaking hands, clenching them into fists at my sides. "Fucking calm down."It had been years—years since I’d felt like this.The last time was when I was fifteen.I thought I'd outgrown it, that I had put all of it behind me. The fear. The pain. The panic. Why now? Why was it coming back?"He's dead," I breathed out, burying my face in my hands. The w
EvelynI stepped out of the doctor's office, my heart heavy and light all at once. It thudded violently against my ribs, my breath coming in shallow bursts. My skin felt cold, and tears prickled at the corners of my eyes. The feelings surged, intensifying with every second, creeping into every cell of my body.I felt lost. Hopeless. Overwhelmed.Was I ready to be a mother?I didn't know.Was it too soon? Maybe.But not once, in the whirlwind of thoughts swirling in my mind, did the idea of harming the tiny soul growing inside me cross my mind. My decision had already been made before I even realized there was one to make. I knew what I was going to do.I just didn't know how.Two and a half months. Probably from our time in America. And yet, until two days ago, the thought hadn't even occurred to me.Lost in thought, I pushed open the door to our apartment. The evening light filtered through the large windows, casting a warm glow. I froze when I spotted Jacob. He stood facing the mirr
EvelynIt took time to calm my racing thoughts, but even now, I had no answers. Still nothing but a plain sheet of blank covering my whole mind. Every corner.I needed to hear it from Jacob—his opinion, his view. This wasn’t just my decision or a race alone. It was ours.We had to face this situation together…For….Our baby.“I’ve looked into a few venues,” Jacob murmured, brushing his thumb over my ring. The moonlight caught it, making it gleam. “I liked some, but a few need a closer look. You should come with me,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to the side of my head, “Well, you are coming with me.”His warmth lulled me for a moment, my eyes fluttering shut.“So, no more secrets like everything else?” I teased, a soft chuckle escaping as I leaned back against him. His chest met my back, his warmth hugging me and his nose grazed my neck as he inhaled deeply. “If I could keep it a secret, I would,” he deadpanned, making me laugh again. “But I want the venue to be your choice. Besides