JAKE'S POVThe car pulls up; I tell the driver to close the partition ensuring we have some privacy. Racheal slides into the seat, and I follow, closing the door behind us. As soon as the door shut, I pull her close, my hand curling around the back of her neck. Her hair comes loose as I free it, tumbling down around her shoulders, soft and wild. She looks at me, and her eyes meet mine. I claim her mouth at that fleeting moment, capturing those soft lips against mine. She tasted better than I had ever imagined.Rachael leans into me, her hands gripping my back, pulling me close until there is no space between us. The scent of her blend of jasmine and vanilla fills my senses. My lips find their way to the curve of her neck, and she tilts her head, giving me access. Her breath comes faster as I continue.âJake,â she whispers, letting out a small mournful voice, both a plea and surrender.âRachael,â I whisper back against her skin, pausing for a second to look at her. âAre you sure about
RACHAEL'S POVâAre you just going to stand there?âI ask Jake.He walks towards me, each step sending a jolt of anticipation down my spine. His eyes are looking at me as he yanks my dress up and ripping my underwear off.He kisses me again, his fingers delving between my legs, only to find I was still wet and aching for him. I was already so close to having my orgasm, and he hadnât been inside me yet. Our fingers flew over our clothes, and in seconds, my dress, his coat, and pants were all on the floor. His bare skin was warm against mine, the tension in our bodies palpable.Jake's hands grip my thighs, lifting me effortlessly and carrying me to the bed. He lays me down with a mix of tenderness and hunger, his eyes never leaving mine. He climbs over me, his body hovering just above, his breath fanning my face.His touch is deliberate as he positions himself to enter me. It was slow, deliberate, and consuming. The sensation made my body arch instinctively, a low moan escaping my lips as
JAKE'S POVMy first time with Racheal had gone exactly as I had imagined, better even. As the water trickle down my skin, washing away the sweat that had built up, my mind kept replaying every moment with Rachael, her touch, her voice, and how she felt against me. Even as much as I try to focus on washing away the evidence of what had just happened, I couldnât escape her lingering scent on me. It was intoxicating, like sheâd branded herself into my very being.I turn off the shower and step out into the steamy bathroom, wrapping a towel around my waist. I walk back into the room, only to find Rachael asleep, her body sprawling on top of the sheets, completely uncovered.God help me. She looks like an angelâbare, captivating, and utterly irresistible. My eyes trace every curve of her body, the rise and fall of her chest as she breathes deeply in her sleep. My thoughts turn traitorous, imagining how good it would feel to climb back into the bed and press my lips to every inch of her body
RACHAEL'S POVâMom, no... please donât leave me!âThe scream pierces through my sleep, jagged and full of despair; my eyes snap open, my heart pounding. It takes me a moment to realize the sound was coming from Jake. I turn to find him thrashing on the bed, his face twisted in anguish, sweat glistening on his forehead.âJake, wake up!â I shove his shoulder, panic rising in my chest. âYouâre having a nightmare!âHe jolts awake, his breathing harsh and uneven. Our eyes meet, but his gaze is distant and unseeing as if he doesnât even know where he is. He glances around the room, darting as if piecing together his surroundings.âYou were having a nightmare,â I tell him softly, concern threading through my voice. âAre you okay?âJake doesnât respond. Without a word, he swings his legs off the bed and stands, heading straight for the bathroom. The sound of the shower turning on echoes through the suite, and I sit there, stunned, watching the empty doorway.When he returns, he is dressed in a
Thomas pulled up to the hotel later that evening. The warm lights of the suite greet me as I step inside, the exhaustion of the day clinging to me like a heavy coat. I had seen so much of Paris, shopped a little too much, and indulged in every cafÃĐ that caught my eye. By the time Thomas dropped me off, all I wanted was to shower and go to bed. But as the elevator doors open to reveal Jake sitting on the balcony, a glass of whiskey in hand, my plans for a quiet night seemed less certain.He looked unbothered, relaxed, like he had a successful day. When he heard the door, his head turned briefly in my direction, his gaze lingering for a moment before he resumed sipping his drink. No greeting. No acknowledgment.I freeze for a second, unsure whether to ignore him completely or confront him about this morningâs cold shoulder. But two could play that game if he wanted to act like nothing had happened.âDid you have a good day?â His voice cut through the silence, casual yet probing. He didn
As the plane ascended, I looked out of the window, watching Paris shrink into the horizon. I let out a long sigh. âThank you, Paris. Itâs been a pleasure,â i said softly, half to myself. But was it? Pleasure wasnât exactly the word I would use to describe the last forty-eight hours of my life. What was supposed to be a drama-free getaway turned into an emotional battlefield.I had an encounter with Jack, the man who tore my heart to shreds, flaunting his mistress Hannah, in a city he swore heâd never visit because it was âoverrated.â In a moment of weakness, I had slept with Jack, which was mind-blowing, but now he pretended it didnât happen. And to top it all off, we had agreed to get married immediately when we landed back home, which felt surreal every time I thought about it.On the brighter side, I was officially a millionaire. This morning, curiosity had gotten the best of me, and I logged into my bank account. Ten million dollars, just sitting there, untouched. That made my day
JAKE'S POVThe nightmare. The same one Iâd been having since I was a kid. It was more than a nightmare, it was a memory. One Iâd spent years trying to bury but never could. I wasnât ready to talk about it with Racheal. Not yet. Thatâs why I bolted out of the room that morning.I know I hurt her by doing that. The look in her eyes said it all. But what else could I have done? I reacted the only way I knew howâignore it, and eventually, it would go way. That was the very reason Iâd spent years in therapy, yet clearly, Iâd learned nothing. What kind of man walks away like that after what we shared the night before? Even as the thought crossed my mind, I knew I didnât deserve her understanding.When Racheal returned from her day out, I was relieved to see her. Iâd missed her. Strange as it sounds, having her around filled a space I didnât even realize was empty. She was feisty, her mood spicier than usual, and I couldnât help but smile. I enjoyed getting on her nerves, watching her fire up
RACHAEL'S POVAs Michael pulled up to Amy's house, I let out a small sigh of relief. I was glad to be back. Paris had been incredible, but it had also been overwhelming. The last hour of the flight was awkward. Jake had been acting offârestless, agitated, and downright distracted. Every five minutes, he glanced at his watch like he was racing against time. I wasnât about to ask him what was going on; his distant demeanor after the nightmare incident had already taught me not to pry. If he wanted me to know, heâd tell me.When we landed, he basically jumped out of the plane, his phone in hand, leaving behind his carry-on and everything else. From my window seat, I could see him pacing on the tarmac, making call after call. At one point, I saw him clench his fists and punch the air as if heâd lost something important. Whatever it was, it was none of my business. I had my own problems to deal with.First, I needed to find something appropriate to wear to the courthouse tomorrow. Still, th
Two years later.RACHAEL."Ms Rachael, all the meetings have been pushed to Monday," my secretary says with a warm smile. "You can go enjoy your wedding weekend."I exhale deeply, letting out a relieved laugh. "Thank you, Claire. You'll be there, right?" I ask, squinting playfully."Of course! Wouldnât miss it for the world, âshe replies before closing the door behind her.I had reopened my marketing firm and focused on luxury brands. It had been a dream of mine ever since I worked for Mrs Raymond all those years ago. One year in and we had acquired clients all over the country. Jake had been my rock through it all.I lean back in my chair, tapping my feet excitedly on the floor. "Iâm getting married," I whisper to myself, a grin spreading across my face.After organizing my desk and shutting down my laptop, I grab my bag and wave goodbye to my team."See you all on Monday!" I call out, heading toward the exit.Waiting for me outside is a familiar, handsome face I hadnât seen in a few
JAKEâS POVThe day of our trip is finally here. I stop by Rachaelâs momâs house to pick them up. Dean is practically bouncing with excitement, unable to contain his joy about flying on a plane again.Rachaelâs mom walks us out to the car, her eyes glistening with tears as she hugs Rachael and Dean tightly.âIâm going to miss you two so much,â she says, her voice trembling.âMom, weâre not going away forever,â Rachael reassures her, squeezing her in return.Her mom crouches down to Deanâs level and wraps him in another warm hug.âGrandmaâs going to miss you the most,â she whispers to him before planting a gentle kiss on his forehead.She then turns to me, her expression soft but serious, and pulls me aside. âTake care of them, will you?â she orders, hugging me.âI promise,â I reply, bending down to return the hug.She leans in closer and whispers something into my ear. Whatever she says makes Rachael look at us with suspicion from where she is standing. I just smile and ignore her cur
RACHAELâS POVâThat was a nice surprise,â Jake mutters, his voice breathless as he leans back against the couch.I chuckle, nodding. âYou are welcome.âWe both glance around the living room and burst into laughter. The place is an absolute messâpillows on the floor, a lamp knocked over, and even a picture frame tilted on the wall. This isnât me at all. Jake was bringing out a side of me I didnât even know existed. It was wild, exciting, and so out of character, but I loved it.âThereâs food in the kitchen if youâre hungry,â he says, brushing my shoulder lightly.âIâm good. I had dinner at my momâs before I came,â I reply, tilting my head to look at him. âBut Iâll take some water.âJake stands and heads to the fridge. My eyes follow him, lingering on his waistline and the defined muscles of his back. A small smile plays on my lips as I lean back into the couch.He comes back with a glass of water and hands it to me.âNot that Iâm complaining, Rachael, but how did you know where to find
JAKEâS POVI couldnât wipe the grin off my face as I drove to the penthouse. The last 24 hours had been the best of my life. Having Rachael in my arms all night felt like a dream. Watching her sleep was a moment I would replay in my mind forever.It had cost us so much to get here, but we finally made it. I wasnât about to waste any more time.Before I even pull into the basement, I grab my phone, call my attorney and financial manager, and instruct them to meet me at the penthouse as soon as possible. There is much to planâstarting with selling the house in Oakwood. I didnât want to keep any ties to that place. It is a crime scene, but It is Oakwoodâsomeone will still buy it without a second thought.Next, I need to file for the divorce and get the process moving for our clean slate. And then, the most important job is finding a home for us. Somewhere, we could truly start over in peace.But I already had a plan for that. It was going to be a surprise for her.By the time I get to the
RACHAELâS POVFor the first time in weeks, I slept through the night without tossing and turning. Jake and I spent the entire night cuddling, and I couldnât remember the last time I felt this... peaceful.Iâd called my mom to let her know I wasnât going, and she agreed to put Dean to bed, though I suspected she knew there was more to the story.I turn to watch Jake as he sleeps. He looks so handsome and peaceful.âStop staring, Rachael,â he murmurs, a lazy smile spreading across his lips.I laugh softly, surprised heâs awake. âI thought you were asleep.âHis eyes flutter open, locking with mine. For a moment, we just gaze at each other, no words needed. Then I sit up and reach for his shirt, slipping it on as I climb out of bed.âWhere are you going?â he asks, his voice husky from sleep.I laugh, shaking my head at his question. âYouâre aware we have a child, right?â I tease.Jake sits up, his messy hair only making him look more irresistible. âAnd?â he counters with a playful smirk.
JAKEâS POVAfter giving me the best blowjob of my life, Rachael suddenly pulls away and stands up slowly. Without hesitation, I grab her waist and lift her effortlessly. Her legs wrap around me as if they belong there. I carry her to the wall and pin her gently but firmly. My mouth crashes into hers and I kiss her with a passion I didnât know I had in me. Her hands dig into my back, pulling me closer, and I feel her nails bite into my skinâa sweet pain that only fuels my desire.I adjust her slightly, aligning us perfectly, and in one fluid motion, I enter her. A soft groan escapes me as her warmth surrounds me. She arches her back to me, her pleasure matching mine. One of my hands supports her while the other moves to her back, keeping her steady as I begin to move my hips in slow, deliberate circles.Her head falls back, and I lean down, my lips finding her chest. My teeth graze her nipple, biting it gently just enough to draw a gasp from her. The sound of her pleasure pushes me fur
RACHAELâS POVâI love you, Rachael,â Jake repeats it, his voice gentle and softer this time, as if to ensure the words truly reach me. My breathing slows and the words sink into me like a wave washing over the shore.I never thought Iâd ever hear those words from him. Jake, who carried himself with such control and restraint. But now, those walls he had worked so hard to put up were gone, leaving only vulnerability in his eyes.âIâve loved you since the day I met you in that club,â he whispers leaning in closer leaving no space between us. My body starts to tremble, every nerve alive with the intensity of the moment. My lips part slightly, the words forming before I can stop them.âI love you too, JââBefore I finish the sentence, his mouth finds mine, cutting off my words with a kiss that steals my breath. The kiss is filled with passion, longing, and something deeper which makes my head spin.I stretch my hands and wrap them around his neck, pulling him closer. My fingers tangle in
JAKEâS POV.Rachael rubs her eyes for what feels like the hundredth time."J..ake?" she slurs drunkenly.I start moving closer, and her legs give out again, and she collapses. I catch her before she hits the ground, and her body limps in my arms.âRachael,â I call, though I know she canât hear me.I carry her to the car Iâd driven to the beach, her weight almost nothing in my arms. Her face is flushed and I can smell the whiskey on her breath.I drive her to the small apartment Iâve been laying low these past few days. I carry her out of the car, careful not to jostle her too much, and gently place her on the bed.I sit beside her and stare at her chest rise and fall steadily. She looks like she has been crying for days and I know I have something to do with that.Suddenly, she stirs, and her eyelids flutter open. She sits up abruptly, her eyes darting around the unfamiliar room.âWhere am I?â she asks, her voice hoarse and disoriented.I reach out and gently tap her shoulder. Her wid
RACHAELâS POVOn my way out of the hospital, I feel a light tap on my back. I turn around, and my breath catches. A face I hadnât seen in years stares back at me.âAmy?â I call out, leaning in for a hug before she can say anything. She hugs me back, though stiffly. I feel the awkwardness and pull away. She looks at me like sheâs seen a ghost.Her eyes roam from my head to my toes, and I stand there, waiting for her to say something.âWhat are you doing here?â she asks finally, her brows furrowed in confusion.âI... I had come toââ I falter, unable to bring myself to say the words out loud.Instead, I change the subject quickly. âYou? How have you been? Itâs been ages since we talked.âHer face tightens, and I can tell she doesnât want small talk.âRachael, you disappeared on me without a word. Letâs skip the pretense.â She replies, her tone cold and distant.Before I say anything else, I see Ethan approaching from behind her, and with him is a little girl, probably around Deanâs age.