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Sixty One
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One Careless Night Sixty Two
It had been days since my last conversation with Jack, and I was still navigating the emotional storm it had left behind. The weight of my mother’s expectations, Jack’s unwavering stance, and the impending reality of the baby were more than I could bear. But the thought that kept reoccurring the most was our initmate time together. It was so good, I replayed it several times, and somehow wished I could go back to him and do it all over again. The silence in the house was both a blessing and a curse, giving me too much time to think. What was going to happen after my mother and Jack get divorced? Will Jack and I be able to be together? Or was that a dream that would never come true?When the doorbell rang that afternoon, I wasn’t expecting anyone. I hesitated for a moment before opening the door, my heart sinking the instant I saw Alex standing there.“What are you doing here?” I asked, my voice sharper than I intended.Alex stood there, looking as confident as ever, but there was so
Last Updated : 2025-01-11One Careless Night Sixty Three
It had been a few days since Jack and I had last spoken. He was probably trying to prepare himself for the inevitable—Karen's decision to end things officially. A part of him thought he would receive a divorce letter, and he was ready for it. After all, there wasn’t much left to salvage in this mess we both had created.But when the letter came, it wasn’t from a lawyer. It was from the police.Jack sat at his desk, staring at the envelope in disbelief. His heart pounded as he tore it open and read the contents.“You are hereby requested to appear at the Central Police Station regarding allegations filed against you involving your stepdaughter, Sophia—”The rest of the words blurred as his mind raced. Allegations? My stepdaughter? The implications hit him like a freight train, and Ihefelt the air leave his lungs.This had to be a mistake.His hands trembled as he set the letter down, his thoughts in chaos. Who had done this? How had this gotten out? Karen—she wouldn’t… would she?The t
Last Updated : 2025-01-12One Careless Night Sixty Four
I sat frozen, staring at my phone long after Jack had hung up. My mind raced, replaying his words over and over. My mother had gone to the police. She wasn’t just trying to hurt Jack—she was trying to destroy him.But what about me? What would happen when they started asking questions? The truth wasn’t just messy—it was a minefield. One wrong move, one slip of the tongue, and everything could explode.I needed to act. Now.Grabbing my jacket, I hurried out of the house, barely registering the biting wind against my skin. My mind was set—I needed to get to the station. I couldn’t leave Jack to face this alone.The ride there felt endless, each minute dragging as I rehearsed what I might say. How could I explain this? How could I protect him—and myself—without making everything worse?When I arrived, the building loomed in front of me like a fortress. My legs felt like lead as I pushed through the doors.“Can I help you?” a stern-looking officer asked from behind the counter.“I’m here
Last Updated : 2025-01-13One Careless Night Sixty Five
When I got home, the weight of the confrontation at the station still pressed heavily on my chest. My mother’s words echoed in my mind, each syllable laced with anger and judgment. I slammed the door behind me, my steps firm as I made my way to the living room where she sat, sipping tea like nothing had happened. She glanced up at me, her face composed, as if the firestorm she had unleashed didn’t exist. “Why, Mom?” I demanded, my voice trembling with a mix of fury and disbelief. “Why would you go to the police? Do you have any idea what you’ve done?” She set her cup down with a deliberate slowness, her gaze sharp but calm. “I did what any mother would do to protect her daughter.” “Protect me?” I laughed bitterly, crossing my arms. “Don’t pretend this is about me. You’ve been trying to destroy Jack from the start. What’s your plan, Mom? What are you really after?” Her lips pressed into a thin line, and for a moment, I thought she wouldn’t answer. Then, she sighed, gesturing
Last Updated : 2025-01-15One Careless Night Sixty Six
An hour later, the sound of a car pulling into the driveway drew me to the window. Jefferson stepped out, his tall frame and commanding presence impossible to miss. I hurried downstairs to let him in. “Thank you for coming,” I said, my voice shaky but grateful. He placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder. “Of course. Where is she?” “In the living room,” I said, gesturing toward the door. Jefferson nodded and walked in, his footsteps firm and deliberate. My mother looked up from her tea, her eyes narrowing when she saw him. “What are you doing here?” she asked coldly, setting her cup down. Jefferson didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he took a seat across from her, his expression unreadable. “We need to talk, Karen.” “I don’t have anything to say to you,” she snapped. “Well, I have plenty to say to you,” he replied, his tone calm but unyielding. “This plan of yours to use Sophia’s situation to get money out of Jack—it’s despicable, even for you.” Her eyes flashed wit
Last Updated : 2025-01-16One Careless Night Sixty Seven
My mother reached for my hand, her eyes brimming with tears. “I’m trying to protect you, Sophia. From him, from the pain I know is coming if you stay with him. Please, believe me.” I pulled my hand away, standing to put some distance between us. “I can’t, Mom. I can’t just trust you after everything you’ve done. You’re not trying to protect me—you’re trying to control me. And I won’t let you.” Her shoulders slumped, and for the first time, she looked truly defeated. “You think I’m the enemy,” she said quietly. “But one day, you’ll see. One day, you’ll realize I was right about him.” Without another word, she rose and walked to the door. Before leaving, she turned back to me, her expression a mix of sadness and resolve. “I just hope it won’t be too late when you do.” As the door clicked shut behind her, I sank onto my bed, my mind swirling with doubt and anger. Was she right about Jack? About me? But deep down, I knew one thing for certain: I couldn’t let her control my life,
Last Updated : 2025-01-17One Careless Night Sixty Eight
The sun had already dipped below the horizon by the time I reached Jack's private apartment. My heart was pounding—not from fear, but from determination. I had decided to tell him everything about my mother’s schemes and Margaret’s involvement. We needed to be united against them, no matter what they threw our way.I used the spare key Jack had given me the last time I was here after knocking severally with no response. Pushing open the door to his apartment. The living room was dimly lit, a faint glow spilling out from under the bedroom door. I hesitated, suddenly uneasy.“Jack?” I called softly.No response.I stepped further inside, my unease growing with every step. When I reached the bedroom, I gently pushed the door open, only for the sight before me to send my world crashing down.Jack was in bed, tangled in the sheets with Rachel.Her head was nestled against his chest, and his arm was draped possessively over her. Their clothes were scattered across the floor, leaving no room
Last Updated : 2025-01-19One Careless Night One
It all began with a dare, a reckless challenge from my friends to kiss a stranger at the party. I should have said no, but I had just broken up with my boyfriend, and the alcohol with the music had lowered my inhibitions to a dangerous level. “You can do it Sophia, don't be shy." My friends cheered, their voices buoyed by the party atmosphere. I scanned the room, my eyes finally locking on a mysterious figure standing in the corner. He was older, maybe in his forties, but still strikingly handsome with an air of mystery that drew me in. It felt as if he were waiting for me, and in that moment, I felt a thrill of excitement mixed with a hint of fear as I made my way towards him, my heart pounding. As I approached him, he smiled, and his eyes crinkled at the corners. I felt a flutter in my chest, and my heart raced with anticipation. We didn't exchange words; we didn't need to. The music and the moment said it all. He pulled me close, and our lips met in a passionate kiss. Time se
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One Careless Night Sixty Eight
The sun had already dipped below the horizon by the time I reached Jack's private apartment. My heart was pounding—not from fear, but from determination. I had decided to tell him everything about my mother’s schemes and Margaret’s involvement. We needed to be united against them, no matter what they threw our way.I used the spare key Jack had given me the last time I was here after knocking severally with no response. Pushing open the door to his apartment. The living room was dimly lit, a faint glow spilling out from under the bedroom door. I hesitated, suddenly uneasy.“Jack?” I called softly.No response.I stepped further inside, my unease growing with every step. When I reached the bedroom, I gently pushed the door open, only for the sight before me to send my world crashing down.Jack was in bed, tangled in the sheets with Rachel.Her head was nestled against his chest, and his arm was draped possessively over her. Their clothes were scattered across the floor, leaving no room
One Careless Night Sixty Seven
My mother reached for my hand, her eyes brimming with tears. “I’m trying to protect you, Sophia. From him, from the pain I know is coming if you stay with him. Please, believe me.” I pulled my hand away, standing to put some distance between us. “I can’t, Mom. I can’t just trust you after everything you’ve done. You’re not trying to protect me—you’re trying to control me. And I won’t let you.” Her shoulders slumped, and for the first time, she looked truly defeated. “You think I’m the enemy,” she said quietly. “But one day, you’ll see. One day, you’ll realize I was right about him.” Without another word, she rose and walked to the door. Before leaving, she turned back to me, her expression a mix of sadness and resolve. “I just hope it won’t be too late when you do.” As the door clicked shut behind her, I sank onto my bed, my mind swirling with doubt and anger. Was she right about Jack? About me? But deep down, I knew one thing for certain: I couldn’t let her control my life,
One Careless Night Sixty Six
An hour later, the sound of a car pulling into the driveway drew me to the window. Jefferson stepped out, his tall frame and commanding presence impossible to miss. I hurried downstairs to let him in. “Thank you for coming,” I said, my voice shaky but grateful. He placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder. “Of course. Where is she?” “In the living room,” I said, gesturing toward the door. Jefferson nodded and walked in, his footsteps firm and deliberate. My mother looked up from her tea, her eyes narrowing when she saw him. “What are you doing here?” she asked coldly, setting her cup down. Jefferson didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he took a seat across from her, his expression unreadable. “We need to talk, Karen.” “I don’t have anything to say to you,” she snapped. “Well, I have plenty to say to you,” he replied, his tone calm but unyielding. “This plan of yours to use Sophia’s situation to get money out of Jack—it’s despicable, even for you.” Her eyes flashed wit
One Careless Night Sixty Five
When I got home, the weight of the confrontation at the station still pressed heavily on my chest. My mother’s words echoed in my mind, each syllable laced with anger and judgment. I slammed the door behind me, my steps firm as I made my way to the living room where she sat, sipping tea like nothing had happened. She glanced up at me, her face composed, as if the firestorm she had unleashed didn’t exist. “Why, Mom?” I demanded, my voice trembling with a mix of fury and disbelief. “Why would you go to the police? Do you have any idea what you’ve done?” She set her cup down with a deliberate slowness, her gaze sharp but calm. “I did what any mother would do to protect her daughter.” “Protect me?” I laughed bitterly, crossing my arms. “Don’t pretend this is about me. You’ve been trying to destroy Jack from the start. What’s your plan, Mom? What are you really after?” Her lips pressed into a thin line, and for a moment, I thought she wouldn’t answer. Then, she sighed, gesturing
One Careless Night Sixty Four
I sat frozen, staring at my phone long after Jack had hung up. My mind raced, replaying his words over and over. My mother had gone to the police. She wasn’t just trying to hurt Jack—she was trying to destroy him.But what about me? What would happen when they started asking questions? The truth wasn’t just messy—it was a minefield. One wrong move, one slip of the tongue, and everything could explode.I needed to act. Now.Grabbing my jacket, I hurried out of the house, barely registering the biting wind against my skin. My mind was set—I needed to get to the station. I couldn’t leave Jack to face this alone.The ride there felt endless, each minute dragging as I rehearsed what I might say. How could I explain this? How could I protect him—and myself—without making everything worse?When I arrived, the building loomed in front of me like a fortress. My legs felt like lead as I pushed through the doors.“Can I help you?” a stern-looking officer asked from behind the counter.“I’m here
One Careless Night Sixty Three
It had been a few days since Jack and I had last spoken. He was probably trying to prepare himself for the inevitable—Karen's decision to end things officially. A part of him thought he would receive a divorce letter, and he was ready for it. After all, there wasn’t much left to salvage in this mess we both had created.But when the letter came, it wasn’t from a lawyer. It was from the police.Jack sat at his desk, staring at the envelope in disbelief. His heart pounded as he tore it open and read the contents.“You are hereby requested to appear at the Central Police Station regarding allegations filed against you involving your stepdaughter, Sophia—”The rest of the words blurred as his mind raced. Allegations? My stepdaughter? The implications hit him like a freight train, and Ihefelt the air leave his lungs.This had to be a mistake.His hands trembled as he set the letter down, his thoughts in chaos. Who had done this? How had this gotten out? Karen—she wouldn’t… would she?The t
One Careless Night Sixty Two
It had been days since my last conversation with Jack, and I was still navigating the emotional storm it had left behind. The weight of my mother’s expectations, Jack’s unwavering stance, and the impending reality of the baby were more than I could bear. But the thought that kept reoccurring the most was our initmate time together. It was so good, I replayed it several times, and somehow wished I could go back to him and do it all over again. The silence in the house was both a blessing and a curse, giving me too much time to think. What was going to happen after my mother and Jack get divorced? Will Jack and I be able to be together? Or was that a dream that would never come true?When the doorbell rang that afternoon, I wasn’t expecting anyone. I hesitated for a moment before opening the door, my heart sinking the instant I saw Alex standing there.“What are you doing here?” I asked, my voice sharper than I intended.Alex stood there, looking as confident as ever, but there was so
One Careless Night Sixty One
The dim light of the bedroom cast shadows on the walls, and the world outside seemed to fade away as Jack gently set me down on the bed. His touch was tender, his gaze unwavering as if he were memorizing every detail of this moment.“Sophia...” he whispered again, his voice a mixture of longing and restraint.I reached for him, pulling him closer, silencing his hesitation with another kiss. The intensity grew, and for a while, everything else ceased to exist—no secrets, no lies, no guilt. Just us.My breath hissed in wonder at the sensation of him inside me, it has been a while since we were together like this. It had been a very long time since i'd been on top, and I liked it. I rocjed my hips down over his cock, and got rewarded by a low grunt from Jack. Encouraged, I swirled my hips over his in circular motions that reminded me how big he was, how well he filled me, how good he felt inside me. My hands moved to his chest, teasing his nipples as I rocked gently atop him."Touch me,
One Careless Night Sixty
Jack guided me to the couch, his arm still loosely wrapped around my shoulders. The weight of the world felt lighter in his presence, even if only for a little while.“I told her, Jack,” I said softly, breaking the silence. “About my feelings for you. About us... and now she’s demanding I keep the baby and do whatever she says.”He let out a low, frustrated sigh. “Karen doesn’t forgive easily. She’s definitely up to something.”I nodded, tears welling up again. “I don’t know what to do. I agreed to her terms because I just wanted her to stop looking at me like I’m a stranger, like I ruined everything.”Jack leaned back, running a hand over his face. “Sophia, you didn’t ruin everything. I—” He stopped, his jaw tightening. “I should’ve stopped this before it got to this point. You’re in the middle of a storm I helped create.”I reached for his hand, squeezing it tightly. “Don’t do that. We’re in this together. I don’t regret the baby or what we had, Jack, no matter how complicated thing
