Masuk“What the fuck, Jace?!” One dinner. One secret. And suddenly, the boy I’ve loved for three years is staring at me like I’ve betrayed him. Because the man my mother is finally happy with–the man who treats her like she matters—just happens to be his father. Now Jace is furious. Obsessed. Unforgiving. He thinks I knew, that I kept this twisted truth hidden from him. I didn’t. But try telling that to the storm in his eyes, the rage in his voice, the way he corners me and demands answers like my heart isn’t already breaking. For my mom, I should let go. She deserves her fairytale, and if that means cutting Jace out of my life, then I’ll do it—even if it feels like tearing my chest open. But Jace? He refuses. “Walk away from me, Jae,” he swears, “and I’ll burn it all down. Your mom’s happiness. My dad’s engagement. Every ounce of peace you think you’ll have.” Because to Jace, I’m not just his girlfriend. I’m his obsession. His possession. His everything. And he’ll set the whole world on fire before he lets me go. … An obsessive boyfriend who would rather destroy everything than see the girl he loves as his stepsister. And a girl who wants nothing more than to protect her mother’s happiness, even if it costs her own. However, is the sacrifice worth it?
Lihat lebih banyak秋の夕暮れ。
東京湾岸にそびえる如月グループ本社ビル。 その最上階――社長室のガラス越しに、沈みゆく陽光が斜めに差し込んでいた。 オレンジに染まる街並みが遠くまで続き、群青に沈み始めた空との境界線が、まるで世界の呼吸を止めたかのように静寂を支配している。その静けさの中、デスクに座る一人の女性がいた。
如月結衣――如月グループ代表取締役社長。 三十歳を過ぎたばかりの若きトップ。 切りそろえられた黒髪が肩にかかり、凛とした横顔には一分の隙もない。 光沢を抑えたシルバーグレーのネイルが、資料をめくるたびに淡い反射を放ち、その手元に知性と冷徹を宿していた。対して、革張りのソファには結衣の夫であり、副社長の如月悠真が座っていた。 紺のスーツに身を包み、足を組みながらスマートフォンをいじるその姿には、どこか所在なさと退屈が滲んでいる。
時折、画面から顔を上げ、結衣の横顔を盗み見る。 しかし彼女は一切視線を返さず、ただ淡々と資料に目を通すだけだった。この部屋の空気には、言葉にできない「温度の差」があった。
夫婦でありながら、交わることのない二つの時間。 愛が冷えたというよりも―― もはや互いの心が、別々の惑星に漂っているような距離感。結衣がふと、ペンを置いた。
静寂を破るように、彼女の声が落ちる。「……ねえ、悠真。」
柔らかい呼びかけだったが、そこには見えない刃が潜んでいる。
悠真は一瞬、身構えたように顔を上げた。「ん?」
結衣は、ゆっくりと彼を見た。
切れ長の瞳が、わずかに細められる。「来週の出張の件。ちゃんと確認してあるのよね?」
その声に、悠真の喉が小さく鳴った。
出張――その言葉を聞いた瞬間、心臓の奥がわずかに跳ねる。 彼の頭に浮かんだのは、会社の業務出張ではなく、 “もうひとつの旅”――美咲との約束だった。「も、もちろんだよ。ホテルも、交通も、全部手配済みだ。」
言葉を繕うように笑いながら答える。
だがその笑顔の奥では、別の鼓動が脈打っていた。結衣は短くうなずき、再び資料に視線を落とす。
その動作は、まるで「追及する価値もない」と言っているように見えた。 悠真はホッと息をついた――が、同時に、妙な胸の痛みが生まれた。 彼女が疑っていないことが、逆に怖かったのだ。結衣は、彼を信じているのか。
それとも、信じる価値さえ失ったのか。――どちらにせよ、今の彼にはもう関係のないことだった。
悠真のポケットには、会社の出張用とは別の航空券が入っている。
目的地:那覇。 同行者:佐伯美咲。 社内でも一際明るく、男たちの視線を集める事務員。 22歳。 柔らかな髪と大きな瞳。無邪気な笑顔で甘えてくるが、 その裏には確かな計算がある――そんな女だ。最初はほんの軽い気の迷いだった。
残業の夜、資料室でふたりきりになったとき、 彼女が小声で言った。 「副社長って、意外と優しいんですね。」その言葉に、胸がくすぐられた。
家庭でも職場でも「結衣の夫」としか見られない日々。 プライドは満たされず、存在価値を見失っていた。 美咲は、その隙間に入り込むように笑ってみせた。――「二人で、どこか遠くに行きたいな。」
その囁きが現実になったのは、一週間前だった。
社の出張を装い、こっそり手配した南の島へのフライト。 「仕事の疲れを癒す小旅行」――そう言い訳しながら、 悠真は自分の行為を正当化していた。社長室の時計が19時を回る。
結衣がようやく資料を閉じた。「……今日は、もう帰りましょう。」
短い一言で、彼女は立ち上がった。
カツ、カツ、とヒールの音が床を打つ。 悠真も立ち上がり、形式的に言う。「そうだね。疲れただろ?」
結衣は笑わなかった。
ただ静かにバッグを持ち、ドアへ向かう。 その背中には、何かを決意した人間の強さがあった。――彼女の背中を見て、悠真は一瞬だけ罪悪感を覚えた。
だが、その思いもすぐにスマホの通知音にかき消される。
「佐伯美咲」からのメッセージ。《あと一週間ですね。楽しみです♡》
帰りのエレベーターで、結衣が無言のまま横に立っている。
その沈黙がやけに重く、息苦しい。 悠真は気まずさをごまかすようにスマホをポケットに戻した。 だが頭の中では、すでに南国の海辺が広がっていた。――一週間後、美咲と過ごす青い時間。
結衣のいない世界。 誰にも縛られない、自由な男としての自分。それを思うだけで、口元が緩む。
~~Jenna~~“On your knees, Jae,” he says. My knees hit the carpet before I can stop myself. It feels like a compulsion, an instinct. I don't know, but it has always been like this. “What are you here for?” he asks. My teeth catch my lower lip, eyes locked on his bulge. I don't say it with words, I reach for it. He groans when my palm hovers on it, barely touching. Then pull my hand back. “You bad bitch,” he chuckles, voice thick with want. My chin lifts, locking eyes with him. He smirks, “That's right, lock me down with those ocean eyes.”My lips curl as my hands find their way back to his crotch, but my eyes don't leave his face. I rob the swell, my palm circling gently, caressing him to oblivion. His breath grows ragged. His gentle moans filling my ears and fueling my heat. I want more. This isn't enough. My hands move up to his belt, unfastening it with maddening desperation. He doesn't help me, only watching me with those darkened eyes. The clacking of the fill the room f
CHAPTER 22: Jenna~“Your pleasers,” he says, reclining in his favorite S shaped cushion with that lazy smirk on his lips. I walk towards the wardrobes on the left side of the wall, pick out a pair of eight inch tall, glass-clear platform heels from the collection of footwears and put them on. A tiny thrill runs down my spine as I stand on them.My fingers brush the hem of the hoodie. He hasn't told me to take it off yet, but I do so anyway. And stalk toward the pole. He laughs boisterously. I glare at him. Only he would find this funny. But isn't it funny how I'm walking into fire with nothing pushing me?When my fingers touched the pole, the coldness bit into my skin. My nerves jump with excitement and adrenaline. I remembered telling him I wanted to try a pole dance. Now, it's here, thrill and goosebumps running through my spine. Jace leans back against the couch, eyes dark with lust. “Are you sure you want to try that now? You could hurt yourself,” he says.I ignore him, hold
~Jenna~“Go put on your heels, Jenna,” he orders, voice low, leaving no room for argument.The sound of his tone alone makes my stomach tighten. My body moves before my mind can catch up, fingers fumbling with my luggage. I pull out a white stilettos, but he shakes his head.“Wear your pleasers, Jae.” My fingers freeze mid-motion. I glance at him over my shoulder, my pulse roaring with excitement. “I didn’t bring those to Riviera,” I say quietly. “I couldn’t let my mom see them.”“Very well,” he says, lips curling into a dark smirk. “We go to my place.” My heart skipped over itself as the realization that Jace had tricked me settled heavily in the pitch of my stomach. I should decline, I should go right into the bathroom, shower, and wash away the wetness between my legs and go straight to bed, but I don't do it. My fingers tremble with excitement and anticipation for what is coming as I zip my luggage and rise. He chuckles, throwing me his hoddie. “Wear that.” I catch the fabric
Jenna~My hands shake as they hover over the hem of my blouse, trembling like they’re holding a live wire.“Jace…” My voice is a whisper, paper‑thin. “Please—”He tilts his head, studying me like a predator. The sound of the riding crop tapping against his palm jolts me every time I hear the maddening. Smack. Smack. Smack.“You told yourself it was just a goodbye sex, didn't you? Were you planning on transferring schools, going back to Riviera, finding a new boyfriend…like…Noah?” He leans forward, eyes burning into me. “What were you planning on doing that would keep me away from you, J?”“N–no, that's not–”“What is, J?” He raises his brow. “Take those off.” My stomach knots, heat, and dread spiraling together. Slowly, I pulled the blouse over my head, letting it drop to the floor. The cold air slaps my skin, sending chills down my spine. “Eyes on me,” he says.I lift my gaze, though it feels like lifting a mountain. His stare pins me where I stand.His eyes trail down from my face
~Jenna~A sharp gasp tears through my throat, as electricity courses through me. For one suspended heartbeat, we pause. Our eyes meet—his, wild and glassy; mine, trembling with fear and longing. The silence between us is deafening.“I’m taking you, Jae,” he says, his voice low and rough, like gravel scraping over steel.My core clenches, dripping at the finality of his words. My pulse stutters, my breath shortens. It feels like the air between us has thickened, making it impossible to think. He isn’t asking. He’s telling me. And yet, God help me, I’m not pulling away.Every nerve in my body is awake, trembling, my body leaning towards him. My hands trailed down to his waist, tugging at his band. “Do it,” I say.Heavens, help me, because he smiles and claims my lips once more. One hand fondling my breast, the other tugging his pants down. ‘Don't do this, Jenna’, a tiny voice tells me, but I ruthlessly shove it behind my head. I'm horny, I'm freaking starving. If I don't get this out
~~Jenna~~Just when I think Nathan will turn the car towards the school, he speeds past the gate, heading in the direction of the residential area for people like them who prefer to live outside the campus.I live in the hostel, inside the campus. I don’t want him taking me to Jace’s place, so I speak up. “Nathan, I’m supposed to stop at the hostel. You just passed the gate.”Nathan glances at me through the rearview mirror. “I told you, you both need to clear your heads. Your hostel isn’t a convenient place for that, so, I’m taking you to my place.”“No, Nat—”“Thanks, man,” Jace says smoothly, cutting me off before I can object. He gives me a single look, and my protest dies in my throat. I sink back into the seat, lips pressed together.The silence stretches, heavy and suffocating. My mind wanders off, thinking ahead of what Jace might do to me under the same roof, or what I might do to him. God, I can't do this anymore. I just want to return to how we used to be. Nathan’s eyes
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