Masuk“I’ll always be in touch,” Oligarch said before shaking Jack’s hand and pulling him into a quick bro hug.After that, he excused himself toward Uncle Nolan, who only acknowledged him with a small nod while nursing the drink in his hand before leaving the scene for another scheduled meeting.When I arrived, I caught them halfway through their conversation.Seeing Detective Oligarch with Jack was normal. Uncle Nolan being there was understandable too.But Anna...I knew she was involved in the case, but... had she really been released from the hospital already?When?And how come I hadn’t heard a single thing about it?The media completely stopped talking about her after she got confined in the mental hospital, so seeing her suddenly out in the world again felt... strange.Why was everyone so quiet about it all of a sudden?And what exactly was she doing here in Jack’s office?It wasn’t like I wasn’t happy she was getting better... but there was still a part of me that remembered the ug
How do you spell embarrassment? It began with the letter L. As in Lorraine. Me. My name.This morning was supposed to be just another normal day, and somehow, I still managed to make it as troublesome as possible.Sex in a public place. How decent. And I started it. I couldn't believe myself!“Lorraine.” Someone’s voice pulled me back to reality while my brain shamelessly replayed what happened in the parking lot this morning.He was still inside me when I climbed off his lap, and his cum literally dripped down my thighs and stained my skirt.Goodness gracious.How horny was I this morning?“Lorraine?” Arthur chuckled softly, gently nudging my wrist away from the cup. “I think you’re trying to give me diabetes.”My eyes dropped to the coffee in horror when I found too many sugar cubes floating.Shit.“Oh my gosh, Arthur, I—” I face-palmed so hard my elbow bumped the cup, knocking it over completely. Coffee splashed across the carpeted floor. “Oh no!”“Whoa—watch out!” Arthur quickly g
"Baby, wait..." he chuckled under his breath, though he still lifted his hips slightly, letting me undo his pants."Stop whining. No one will see us," I chided, fingers slipping inside his briefs until I found his aroused length. "The car is heavily tinted, so what are you even worrying about?" I leaned against him and pressed a slow kiss to his lips."Uh... accidents?" he muttered in a flat duh tone, already tugging his pants lower himself, anticipation written all over his face."That's up to you," I giggled before dipping my head toward his lap.My hand wrapped around him. Just that alone made the muscles in his thighs tense under my palm.His maddened cock sprang free, hard and raw, the thick veins running along it standing out against the skin.The sight of it made my mouth water. Even the faint scent of soap clinging to him felt inviting, tempting me have immediate taste. I slowly stuck my tongue out, tracing the slit at the head of his rod. Mint and natural saltiness spread ov
"You're asking me to resign from my job?" I repeated, staring at him across the breakfast table. "Did I hear you right?"Jack carefully placed his utensils down on the plate. The soft clink echoed through the kitchen before he wiped his mouth with a napkin in complete silence and took a slow sip of his black coffee."Jack, I know you're worried, but you're not seriously going to leave me in this house again doing nothing but rot," I added, still completely stupefied that he brought this up again.He dragged a deep breath through his nose, already looking exhausted before the argument could even begin. "Look, I already know you're going to question it. I already know you're going to argue with me—""Of course I would. You promised not to meddle with the things I want to do, and working actually helps me—""No, no, Lo. Listen to me first," he cut in gently, lifting his palm toward me like he was trying to calm down a wildfire before it spread.I leaned back against my chair, already hat
“Mom kept you company, yeah?”A pair of warm arms suddenly wrapped around me from behind, followed by a soft kiss pressed against the side of my head.“I’m sorry I made you wait,” Jack murmured. “Dad gets a little too talkative when he wants to.”A quiet chuckle slipped from my lips as I tore my gaze away from the endless stretch of the Winehouse estate and glanced at him over my shoulder.“I think he just summarized three decades of his business journey in three hours,” he whispered jokingly, letting out a laugh under his breath. “I barely even got to speak.”“Well, he missed you,” I replied softly, covering the hand resting against my stomach with mine. “It’s not every day you get a father-and-son talk. You both needed it.”Jack hummed quietly before resting his chin on my shoulder. His thumb lazily caressed my stomach through the fabric of my dress.The gesture instantly reminded me of what Elizabeth said earlier. A baby. A family.And that thought didn’t scare me the way it used t
I stood by the balcony, my eyes glued to the two gentlemen deep in conversation by the garden below.Uncle Nolan had called Jack the other night, inviting us over for this so-called dinner.But I knew it was just a front.Knowing how influential Uncle Nolan was, there was no way he didn’t already know the kind of mess his son was crawling into.“Boys,” Elizabeth groaned beside me, fanning herself dramatically as she followed my gaze. “They love setting aside their ladies whenever business comes up. Which, honestly, I’m glad for because I wouldn’t want to hear any of it.”I turned toward her, both brows lifting when I noticed her outfit.It was normal.And somehow, that made it unusual.She wore a beige sweater tucked into brown tailored shorts paired with white sneakers.From what I remembered, normal outfits had never exactly been Elizabeth’s forte.“Are you hungry?” she asked, offering me a basket of madeleines.I picked one up and lifted it slightly toward her. “Thanks,” I murmured
I closed my eyes as a kiss brushed my bare neck, warm, and it lingered, while I dragged the brush through my hair. My thoughts floated somewhere far away from my head.There was a dull ache poking at my heart as memories replayed. I thought maybe if I’d had more time, I would’ve taken her hand and
In no time, we were rushing out of the house after receiving Dad’s frantic call that Mom was in the hospital.“Dad?” I called the moment I spotted him in the hallway, slumped on a chair with his head bowed—almost in between his knees, obviously confused of what was happening.When he heard my voice
Arthur had been an orphan for most of his life until the Winehouses decided to take him in as part of their family, and that was a story that had already been told countless times.He had accepted that version of his life long ago, to the point where he found peace in the life he was given and the
“What? I already said I’m sorry, okay?” Jack grumbled as I glared at him from the passenger seat, his hands tight around the steering wheel while he drove us home.“You can’t just take jealousy away from a man. Especially when… Arthur’s—well, he was more of an ideal man than me. But I’m more handso







