MasukJocelyn’s POVChantelle held her papers neatly tucked by her side.Jackson turned to her. “Chantelle, since you know the most around here, I need you to arrange everything for our students.”“That’s not my job,” she said defiantly.“Maybe not, but you’ll make it your mission. I’m sure bossing over a hundred people is right up your alley. Make it work, and maybe it can help rectify what happened today.”She gave him a tight nod before moving toward the girls, who suddenly looked terrified of her.“We’ll move into the hall next door. Excuse the scramble while we find chairs and tables. You can start by writing on a blank page how you intend to make use of Mr. O’Neil’s opportunity.”Jackson interrupted smoothly. “Mr. and Mrs. O’Neil’s opportunity.”“Mr. and Mrs. O’Neil’s opportunity,” she corrected stiffly.Jackson turned back to the room. “Right. I caught up on a lot already, so excuse me if I ask you to skip parts I know. But before we dig in, let’s do introductions.”One by one, each
Jocelyn’s POVAs we stepped off the plane, several black vehicles were already waiting on the runway.I glanced around slowly.Private jets stretched across both sides of the airfield, at least five on each end.“Those belong to candidates connected to your legacy program,” Chantelle explained as she walked beside us. “Teachers, designers, economists, political consultants, accountants. The O’Neils recruit influence from everywhere.”Neither Jackson nor I responded as we climbed into the waiting vehicle.The second the door shut, Jackson’s hand settled on my leg.Grounding.The drive stretched on in silence.At first it was city skyline and glass towers.Then roads.Fields.Open land.The shift happened surprisingly fast.Eventually large iron gates appeared ahead of us, slowly opening to reveal an enormous estate wrapped in stone, glass, and old money.The car rolled to a stop beneath the towering entrance, and our doors were opened immediately.“Welcome to the O’Neil estate.”An eld
Jocelyn’s POV A faint knock sounded at the suite door. Jackson and I practically jumped apart, scrambling out of the bed to straighten ourselves and pull clothes back on. He opened the door first. A young girl stepped inside, small and composed, with striking blue eyes that seemed far too observant for her age. She looked between us once before sighing dramatically. “Well, how considerate of you both to get dressed. After everything I heard the last few hours, I was preparing to walk in blind.” Heat rushed into my cheeks. Jackson cleared his throat beside me while she continued like nothing happened. “My name is Chantelle. I’ll be handling your schedules, keeping you alive, and preventing the O’Neils from completely overwhelming you.” She handed us both neatly folded papers. “Think of me as your second brain. Possibly your second heart.” I glanced down at the packed schedule and nearly lost my breath. Chantelle smiled knowingly. “You’ll be grateful you got your alone time now
Jocelyn’s POVI woke up on the plane, as it was rocking from some turbulence.Jackson was next to me, reading a module from one of our courses. I stirred a little and gave him a look while I got up and moved to the bar, only wearing a short night dress that barely covered my ass.We had the whole plane to ourselves, so why would I worry if someone saw me?Moments later, I felt his hand slide around my waist, pulling me closer until I could feel his breath against my neck.“You’ve been distracting me all night,” he murmured.Then he continued to whisper. “I see you still did not put on any panties.”With only his jocks on, he pressed against me, his member hard and ready. “I could see everything as you got up.”I hoisted myself onto the bar counter. “Good,” I said teasingly. “What did I look like?”He looked at me with a dark smile while spreading my legs.“Mm,” I whispered, a shaky breath escaping me when his hand brushed along my hip.“There’s that sound again,” he said quietly. “You
Jocelyn’s POVI was always drawn to stories. Romances in particular. I loved the juicy ones where the male character didn’t notice the right girl until she slipped away, only for a better man to be the perfect fit, leaving him devastated that he had been so blind. Or the catty ones where she got the guy, but he kept giving pieces of his attention to some sultry woman, only to realise too late that he should have appreciated what he already had. Then there were the forbidden loves, two people fighting for each other against all odds. Werewolves, vampires, princes and princesses. Marrying up and marrying down.I stirred my coffee slowly, thinking about it.What were Jackson and I?Strangers to lovers?“What are you doing?”The voice out of nowhere startled me so badly I spilled coffee all over myself.“Oh, you gave me such a fright,” I said, already reaching for a cloth to clean up the mess.Jackson leaned down and bit my shoulder lightly. “Deep in thought, are we? More fantasies?”I sh
Jocelyn’s POVI slept until noon, only stirring when I heard Jackson running a bath.He came back in quietly, trying not to wake me. I stayed still, pretending to be asleep.A moment later he left, then returned with a tray of food and a pot of coffee, setting them beside the bath.I curled slightly into the sheets before stretching onto my back, the cool air brushing over my skin. I quickly pulled the sheet back over myself.He tested the water, satisfied, then came to sit beside me.Smiling, he said, “You going to deny it again? That you were checking me out?”I rolled my eyes, lifting my arms behind my head with a lazy laugh. “You have an obsession with this so called ‘checking out,’ but honestly, I was still waking up.”He gave me that knowing look.Then he leaned in, kissing me softly. His hand slipping beneath the sheet, tracing slow, familiar paths that made my breath catch.I melted into him, ready for more.But he stopped us midway.“We need substance first. A bath. Food. Som







