All Chapters of Make That P#ssy Wet (18+): Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Stella’s POVThis idiotic smile has been stuck on Megan's face since Ferguson appeared. She did not even take the trouble of covering it up.“So,” she said, with her arms crossed, “is he really staying over?”I rolled my eyes. “He only needs to bathe Megan. Don't start."“Oh, I already began,” she smirked. “And in what part is he freshening up? I know for sure it can't be my room.”“There's a guest room that we had no idea about and technically, it's his condo we are staying in.”Megan burst out laughing. “A secret guest room? Oh, please. That man could find an escape hatch in a shoebox.”I endeavoured not to laugh, but she was too difficult to pass by. "You're unbelievable."She became bent forward with a gleaming eye. “Then when I come tomorrow and you have messy hair and your neck is full of…”"Megan!" I groaned."What? Just saying that, if you two think of ‘talking things through,’ then don't you dare forget about protection.”I threw a pillow at her. “Get out!”She dodged it easi

Ferguson’s POVI didn't bother knocking. In forcing the door open, I banged it against the wall to my father's office.He almost never raised his eyes out of his desk. "Good morning to you too, son.""Cut the act." I moved straight to him, already with a tight voice. "What the fuck do you want?"He leaned back, calm as ever, eyes glinting with amusement. “Language, Ferguson. You’re in an office, not a bar.”“Answer me.”“I believe I just did.”I slammed my palms on his desk. “Don’t play games with me.”He smiled faintly. “Always so dramatic. You sound just like your mother when she’s angry.”“Don’t you dare bring her into this.”He raised a brow. “Fine. Then let’s talk about what you really came for.”“You called me last night,” I said coldly. “You knew exactly what would happen with the investors. You pulled the strings.”He chuckled softly. “Pulled the strings? I’m flattered you still think I’m that powerful.”“You leaked the audit reports.”“Did I?”“Don’t lie to me, old man.”He f

Stella’s POVThe apartment was even too silent, as though it were keeping its breath and mine.I was sitting on the floor where the glass was broken, and I was seeing the pieces fall on the floor, asking myself which one I was. My phone continued to illuminate with emails, however, I could not check it anymore.The front door flew open.“Stell!”Megan’s voice cracked through the silence. She dropped her bag the second she saw me. “Oh my God.”I couldn’t move. My hands were still around my knees, my phone somewhere near my feet.She crossed the room in seconds, kneeling beside me. “Hey, talk to me. What happened?”I turned my head slowly toward her. “You were right.”Her brows furrowed. “About what?”“It was him.”“Ferguson?”I nodded, my throat closing. “His company leaked it. The file came from his archive.”Megan froze, trying to make sense of it. “No. No, that doesn’t make sense. He loves you.”“Loved,” I whispered. “Past tense.”“Stell, listen, maybe it was someone under him. Maybe

Stella’s POVMegan went to sleep upon the couch, with her head upon the armrest, and fatigue at last overcame the fear. I sat at the window and watched the night in the thin curtain, its light of the passing headlights flashing on her face.She had done enough. She had dragged me out, driven half the city, blocked every call, locked every door. I couldn’t let her risk more for me.Claudia’s message kept burning in my mind. Come alone. One hour.I looked at the clock. Forty minutes had already passed.I stood up without making as much noise as I could, lest I woke Megan. My clothing was close to the door, my jacket laid on the chair. My phone started to buzz and the same place was indicated on the phone. Downtown. The old district near Ferguson’s office.I scribbled a quick note on a torn page from my notebook and left it on the table. Don’t follow me. I’ll be fine.Lies always sound better when written down.The air outside was cold enough to hurt. Not even a stray cat was visible in

Stella’s POVCold. That was the first thing I felt. Not pain, not fear, just cold.Then came the throbbing in my skull. Slow, deep, as though a person were knocking inside my head to liberate himself. I moaned, attempted to stir and discovered my wrists were tied with rope.The ground dwelled at my feet was tough, and the air stifled. I blinked until things started taking shape. Concrete walls. A flickering bulb overhead. The smell of gasoline and mildew.Where was I?My throat was dry when I tried to speak. “Hello?”No answer. Only the sound of dripping water somewhere in the corner.I closed my eyes, forcing myself to think. The last thing I remembered was… Claudia. The text. Her voice. Then… nothing.A door creaked open.“Well, look who’s awake.”Her voice was like an ice pick, which tore the fog away. The lady moved into the light, just as she never had been less than perfect, as though it were against the nature of things to approach her.“What… what happened?” I whispered.She s