Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 89878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 449(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 449(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
“But when we run into the Zoom class issue and me being naked and tied up, that would get a little awkward—”
I squeal as he picks me up, tossing me over his shoulder. “Be careful!" I rush out, and my walking boot knocks over a vase in the foyer. “Jackson! You broke the vase!”
“Fuck the vase. You should be more worried about your ass. I’m about to turn it purple.”
“Why? Because I’m doing online classes naked—shit!” I hiss when he slaps my ass.
“Watch it. I don’t share. Ever.”
“Is that why you fired the gardener?”
“Only I give you roses. Mine.” He slaps me again, and I burst outlaughing.
“You know I asked him to cut me some flowers for that poor vase.”
“And now, it’s no longer a problem since they’ve both been eliminated.”
“You’re ridiculous.”
“Not ridiculous. Just a man who guards what’s his at all costs. Now…” He tosses me on the bed, “I’m going to fuck ‘college party’ out of your brain.”
It was an adjustment, but I managed to make it work. And not because I suddenly had more time to study. It was quite the opposite. I was busy being consumed by Jackson in every way possible. He was insatiable, but so was I. The fire between us was like an inferno, threatening to consume the world.
Still, there were moments. Snippets when I’d catch Jackson lost in his thoughts, his mind clearly on Noah. We hadn’t heard from him since he left. Jackson knew he was safe. Craig was tracking him. But Noah was clever, and at times, even Craig lost his trail.
But he was safe.
That was all that mattered.
For now.
Last week was Noah’s birthday. Jackson tried everything to find him, but it was no use. Noah didn’t want to be found—that much was clear. I’d left him a dozen texts and countless voicemails, pleading with him to call me or at least his dad. Each message sat unread.
I wish there were something I could do. Jackson’s been drinking more than usual, and I can’t tell if it’s because of Noah, the trial, or both.
Last month, Veronica was arrested while trying to board a plane to Switzerland. It took nine months, but she finally went from a person of interest to being officially charged with kidnapping, attempted murder, and first-degree murder—all of which she pled innocent to.
Jackson’s been a mess, barely holding it together. The usual calm composure he wears so well is nowhere to be found. He’s tired, irritable, and seems to be consumed by the weight of it all. How could it have taken this long to arrest her? The legal system was useless. During a raid on their home, authorities discovered Burt Hallstead’s remains. The coroner determined he had been poisoned and had been dead for at least eleven months.
Veronica, of course, blamed everything on Vince, claiming he orchestrated all of it and she was just another victim. She cried in court, saying she never knew her husband was dead, even though her DNA was found allover his body. Not to mention the poison found in their service shed.
If he’s not burying himself in me, it’s work. And lately, sex isn’t even calming him. I’m worried about him. And I feel powerless, not knowing how to help him.
“So, you see, you need to help me. I’ll do my thing, and you do yours, okay?” The notification on my phone tells me he’s home. “It’s showtime. If this doesn’t go as planned, remember it’s not you, it’s him. Just hide in here.”
I shut the door to the walk-in pantry.
Hearing the garage open, I jump onto the island, cross my legs, and straighten my shoulders, pushing my boobs out.
“George—” he calls, stalling when he sees me. “Hmmm…” he says, enjoying the view. “Should I ask what you did or eat your pussy, then ask?”
I uncross my legs, giving him a nice view since my lingerie is sheer and see-through.
“What makes you think I did something wrong?”
“The last time I came home to you like this, you coerced me into saying yes to you going to a college party.”
“But you said yes.”
“Because you gave me a blowjob and caught me at a vulnerable moment. I've since learned my lesson.”
I giggle at the memory. I could have asked for the world, and he would have obliged. “What if I say you’re going to like what I have to offer?” He eliminates the space between us, stepping in between my legs. His hair is unkept, and there’s exhaustion in his eyes. “Long day at work?” I ask, guilt simmering in my chest.
“Yeah. What do you want, Peach? I’m too tired to say no.” I bite my bottom lip, fighting the urge to smile. He grips my thighs and squeezes, causing me to squeal. “Now—”
“I think we should add someone else to our bed.” There, I said it. It came out strong and dominant. His eyes go wide, then narrow into slits. His voice lowers, vibrating with fury. “Excuse me?”