All Chapters of One Careless Night : Chapter 61 - Chapter 65

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,

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

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