MasukQuickly fishing through my purse with slightly trembling fingers, I pulled out one of the letters I had hidden inside my office drawer. It was the last one I received before detective Oligarch got involved.The paper crinkled softly between my fingers as I slid it across the table toward Anna.“This was the handwritten letter I received,” I told her quietly. “It had your name on it, so I thought...” I swallowed. “I thought you really hated me.”Anna barely even looked at it. “What do you think of me?” she snickered, slowly crossing her arms above the table like she was building a wall between us on purpose. “A psycho?”Her stare stayed glued to me.“You were the only person who warned me to be careful,” I admitted truthfully. “So I started living every day constantly looking behind me.”My fingers curled tightly together on my lap.“Then these started showing up almost every single day and...” I glanced at the letter. “When they suddenly stopped after you got admitted here, I just tho
"How’s life treating you, you selfish bitch?" she asked the second she stepped inside, like she’d been waiting for this day just to spit those venomous words at me.Her eyes sharply dragged over me, the kind of stare that made me feel like she was mentally grabbing me by the hair and slamming my face against the table.Just as easy as that, I knew... she still hated me.Which only made me wonder why she even agreed to see me in the first place if the sight of me disgusted her this much.“It’s nice to see you too, Anna.” I forced out a tight smile and gave her a tiny awkward wave, like some nervous kid trying to survive her first day at a new school.The pixie cut she’d chopped her hair into the last time I saw her had grown out unevenly. It was jgged and messy like she kept pulling strands out whenever her mind got too loud.And judging by the thin patches near her temple, she probably did.Her face looked nothing like before.No expensive makeup. No glowing skin. No polished supermod
No asking about visiting Anna, no wandering off without telling him where I was going, him being more overprotective than before, and more careful than ever.Ever since we came back from our little escapade, Jack had been drowning in work at his company.His schedule was packed. He would usually come home drained, forcing himself to look fine and composed when I could clearly hear how exhausted he was by the way he snored like an elephant the second his head hit the pillow.Even our supposed weekend get-togethers ended up being spent inside his office at home alongside that detective, Peter Oligarch.If Jack hadn't been very sweet and clingy every time he finished working, I would've started thinking he was gay.But either way, no matter how busy he had been, he never missed a day of dropping me off and picking me up from work, sending reminders for my vitamins and meals, and calling every chance he could sneak a minute for himself.
“Ugh...” he groaned the second I dragged my tongue along his still half-asleep member. “Is this your way of convincing me to let you meet the woman who tried to hurt you and threatened to kill you, hm?”I carefully placed a hand on his thigh, feeling the muscle twitch. Brushing my hair to one side, I slowly stroked his balls, watching his stomach tighten from the touch.Lifting my eyes to him, I shook my head innocently.“This is me trying to repay all your hard work for a week...” I pressed a slow kiss against his length as it began to wake. “And the week before...” Another kiss. “And the other week before.”He let out a rough scoff. “You’re slowly getting a little too exotic on me, Lorraine Winehouse—fuck!” he hissed when I lightly squeezed his balls.A grin appeared on my lips. “I have a good teacher.”Then I took his semi-hard cock into my mouth, already knowing it wouldn’t stay soft for long.His low and sinful
Freedom.That was what I felt the whole week. With Jack, I managed to forget the things that bothered me.His touches were all I could think about. His kisses, the way his voice sounded, the filthy little things he whispered into my ear while we lay tangled together, enjoying the last few days of our stay here in Rio.But now that we were only a day away from going back to the city, everything I had pushed aside the moment we arrived suddenly came rushing back all at once.“Lo,” a whisper pulled me back to reality, followed by a kiss pressed against my temple. “You okay, baby?” he asked softly, rubbing slow circles on the blade of my shoulder.I hummed in response and scooted closer to him, like being skin-to-skin with him still wasn’t enough.Jack had been so sweet to me the entire trip. He never left me unsatisfied. His hands were always searching for my body, his mouth always finding mine. He barely let me out of his sight.And for a whole week, he never failed to make me happy.Bu
I felt the heat of the sun on my skin as I stood by the balcony of the hotel Jack had meticulously chosen, all for this view. From where I stood, I could hear the steady hush of the waves below, catch the salty scent of the sea, and sense the buzz of people enjoying their vacation. I should be enjoying this too. Jack brought us here so we could leave our worries behind, even if just for a moment. But somehow, they still found me. They always did. I let out a soft gasp when a pair of arms slipped around my waist, then relaxed instantly the moment I recognized the familiar hold. “Welcome to Rio de Janeiro,” he whispered near my ear before kissing it. “They say the hottest people in the world live here, but I think they got it wrong, because the hottest person I know came from Queens.” I rolled my eyes, a quiet chuckle slipping out. “Peter Parker or Daredevil?” “Not that hot red,” he laughed. “Scarlet Spider, actually.” I elbowed him lightly. It barely affected him—he just l
I sat on the kitchen floor with no lights on, a cold ketchup bottle in my hand, unmoving as my brain replayed everything that had happened.It had been two days since Anna caused that scandal in the restaurant, and two nights since I last slept properly.Her threat kept looping in my head.Washing
I shook my head, trying my best to compose myself as I limped my way back to my desk. What happened earlier in Jack's office was mind-blowing—too satisfying that I had to leave in an instant, even when he asked me to stay. Now I had to deal with the reminders in my head: how he took me not just on
He moaned between our kisses as he answered each one feverishly, returning my starving kisses with a devouring one.His hands—hands that had been kept away from me for too long—were now holding me tightly, pulling me closer like being body-to-body still wasn’t enough.I gasped when he tore away fro
"What truth?"My head spun, my heart racing.Whatever was about to come to my knowledge, I knew I had to brace myself.My hand unknowingly sought something to keep my balance, holding on to the backrest of the couch."Remember the story I told you about? Cath's Paw. It was true. That was the very f







