Chapter 4

Jayden's POV..

I came back to New York already angry.

The city welcomed me with a tight feeling in my chest I have always carried whenever I returned back.

Business trips were exhausting, but coming home felt worse. At least, on the road I could pretend my father didn't exist. I wouldn't deny that coming back was another annoying feeling but I had to because I was not yet done with my father, Lawson Clark.

I would only be done when I send him to the hell he deserves to be. My shoulders felt stiff. My head was heavy and I didn't want to feel. I didn't want to think. I just wanted release.

I wanted something physical. Something empty and something that would shut my head up for a few minutes.

I quickly pulled out my phone from my pocket and I texted Jane.

“Come over. Now!”

She replied almost immediately. She always did.

When she arrived. She read my mood, the way she always did. Like the habit she trained herself into. I grabbed her wrist, pushed her back against the wall, and let my instincts take over from there.

There were no words, no tenderness. Just heat, urgency, and friction. She tried to speak at some point, she tried to slow down but I didn’t give in to any of her demands. I fucked her till her moan filled the whole room.

That was when I noticed this figure, standing in front of the door and peeping through. A slightly familiar face but I just couldn’t comprehend at that moment. And there was no way I’m distracting myself, not until I emptied my cock so I let her be.

“Fuck- i smacked Jane’s big ass and then grabbed her waist, making sure my dick fill every space in her pussy.

I saw the pleasure on her face. Not Jane but the stranger at the door. I watched her grab her boobs, her hands were inside her paint, probably rubbing her clits. I must confess, I enjoyed every bit of it and it didn’t take me any more minutes before I cum all over Jane’s ass.

“Oh- another soft moan slipped through my mouth and just like that, I remembered where I had seen her. The magazine, the news, it was literally all over the internet.

“Stepmother,” I called out. This time, I was already standing in front of her. The fact that she was so immersed in the pleasure that she didn’t notice me, told me everything I needed to know.

She opened her eyes instantly and her breath hitched. She looked like she had been caught doing something she was never meant to do or rather I would say she was never meant to allow anyone see her doing that

She didn't speak. And she could not even look up at me, the embarrassment was too much for her and I leaned against the wall crossing my arms.

“You know, this is one of the disadvantages of getting married to an old man. He can't touch you the way you need.” I continued. “He can't just keep up, even if he was to ever try. So you end up walking around houses like this, watching other people fuck and hearing them moan so you can just feel something and help yourself out by masturbating.” I mocked. Her face burned red and she swallowed hard.

“Excuse me?” she expressed, quickly arranging herself to look normal. After drowning herself in pleasure some minutes back.

“You don’t have to pretend, I saw you”

She blinked quickly.

“I didn't mean to_” she whispered. “I wasn't _”

“Save it.” I cut in. “You all say that.”

I hated myself for noticing how beautiful she was. How soft and controlled she looked and how hard she was trying not to break.

“Innocent faces always lie the best,” I added. “You marry for comfort, money, and security. Then act shocked when people see through it.” I said and she finally looked up at me.

“You don't know anything about me.” she said quietly and I chuckled.

“Please. Women like you always have the same story.” I voiced out and something like pain flashed in her eyes. I could have expected it to be anger but definitely not pain.

She nodded once like she was accepting the weight of the accusation. For a moment, I thought she wouldn't say anything else. Then she spoke.

“Do you think anyone chooses this?” she asked. Her voice was steady now. “You think survival looks the same from every angle?”

For a moment, she reminded me of my mother. And I hated her for it. I hated innocent faces, they always found a way to remind me of my mother. The way she used to look at the wall like it couldn't hurt her. Like love was enough and that softness destroyed her.

And now the woman in front of me was wearing the same look.

“You are just another gold digger. Enjoy the money while it lasts. That's all you are good at” I said harshly.

She stared at me for a long second.

“You are so angry and that is very sad. But whatever you saw doesn't give you the right to speak to me like that. So watch it!.” she said and I frowned at her.

Then she turned and walked away without saying another word. Even before I could respond. It shouldn't have bothered me but it did.

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Dinner was already set when I finally joined them. I always hated family dinners, there was no family here. Just a table full of people pretending like they didn't despise each other.

“You are late,” my father snapped.

I didn't apologize. In fact, I acted as though I did not hear what he said.

“Jayden,” he continued, forcing a smile. “I want you to meet my wife, Amelia Lawson.”

I lifted my gaze slowly and our eyes met. As recognition passed between us.

“Amelia. This is my son.” my father said, unaware that we had already met each other. And he was also unaware of what his wife was doing in front of my room.

“Nice to finally meet you.” she said, forcing a smile at me.

“You really don't get tired, do you?,” I said to my father. “Chasing young girls old enough to be your granddaughter. And pretending you didn't destroy your own wife in the process.”

“Jayden, control your tongue,” he warned.

“My mother loved you. And you broke her just like everything else you touch.” I said.

“That's enough!” he yelled, slamming his hand on the table.

“I'm done pretending.” I said, grabbing my jacket and I walked out, leaving them on the dining table.

I walked upstairs to my room, closing the door behind me like I was sealing myself off from the world.

I grabbed my laptop from the desk and sank into the chair, exhaling slowly. And the screen lit up.

Books. Stories. And words. The only place that ever felt safe to me. For the first time since I returned to New York city, my chest loosened.

I logged in without thinking, fingers moving on their own.

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