All Chapters of Make That P#ssy Wet (18+): Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Ferguson’s POVThe moment I stepped outside the hospital, the heat hit me like a wall. Reporters still hovered around the gates like starving vultures, even though security had already pushed them back. Their shouts and flashing lights made my skin crawl.Stella fainted because of this.Because someone wanted her overwhelmed. Cornered. Afraid.I gripped my phone so tight my knuckles turned white. I did not need a mirror to know my jaw was clenched hard enough to ache.I called Jonathan.He picked up on the first ring. “Where are you?”“At the hospital,” I said. “I want every reporter out of this area. Every single one. I do not care what you have to do. Buy them off. Threaten legal action. Call in every contact. I want them gone tonight.”“On it already,” he said. “I called a few people. News outlets are being warned. Some of the journalists who showed up were not even from official agencies. Someone paid them.”“Claudia,” I muttered.Jonathan hesitated. “We cannot prove that yet.”“I

Claudia’s POVI had always hated when people whispered around me.Whispers were for the weak. Whispers were for people who still believed their secrets mattered. They never did. Power mattered. And that night, power tasted sweet.I stood in my living room, watching the city lights spill through the glass walls like molten gold. My heels clicked against the marble floor as I paced, the soft rhythm echoing in the open space.The reporters at the hospital had not accomplished exactly what I wanted, not fully.But Stella had run. Fainted. Panicked.Good.But Ferguson had reacted too quickly. Faster than I predicted. That part irritated me. He always ruined the fun.I replayed the short video someone had sent me earlier. A bystander had recorded the whole scene. Stella stumbling. Her knees buckling. People gasping. Jimmy rushing toward her. Megan shouting her name.A delicious surge of satisfaction washed over me as I watched it again.Her fear had always been my favorite part.Then Fergus

Ferguson’s POVI had been standing in the shadows across the street for nearly half an hour, watching the condo building with a stillness that would have unnerved any passerby if anyone had bothered looking.But nobody ever did. People were never free enough, never put into concentration, never preoccupied with how nice it is in the state of happy ignorance, to make notice of a predator lurking in the shadows.My eyes never left the top floors.She was up there.Stella.Safe, for now. Confused, for longer than she deserved. Hidden, because everyone except me believed the truth would break her. Maybe they were right. Maybe they weren’t. But I knew one thing without question:I would rather she break with the truth than remain whole in a lie.From this distance, I could faintly sense the emotional shift inside the condo. Megan’s worry. Jimmy’s tension. Stella’s fear, sharp and fragile like cracked glass.They were talking. Possibly arguing. She must have asked again, why she was here, w

Stella's POVThe condo had finally settled into a tense kind of silence. Jimmy was still pacing from the earlier shock of his father suddenly showing up.In the kitchen, Megan was crossed, clearly thinking of a million things she was not saying. And I was sitting on the couch acting like I was going through my phone although I was not seeing anything on the screen.Everything within me was tight. Heavy. Loud. I kept replaying the moment Jimmy’s father walked in.His face. His voice. The memories that slammed into me so fast they almost tore me apart.But nobody knew. Not yet. Not ever, at least not now. I needed time to think. I needed space.I couldn’t still wrap my head around the fact that Jimmy still forced his father to stay here, the walls felt choking.I had just drawn two breaths of relief, when the front door burst surprisingly open.Ferguson rushed in and was gasping as though he had climbed the building all the way without pausing. His eyes scanned the room immediately, des

Stella POVI got out of the room and struggled to slow down my breathing, but the fact that my pulse continued to stutter all over made it appear natural. I did not want Jimmy or Megan to notice anything weird on my face. Not yet. Not till I was able to guess what to do with what I recalled.The two were Jimmy and Megan standing in the living room. They were in the middle of a conversation, which, the moment I came, was interrupted. The shoulders of Jimmy relaxed and Megan hugged herself as she looked attentively at me.Jimmy smiled a little, trying to soften the atmosphere.“Hey. Feeling better?”I nodded. “Yeah. Sorry for leavng. I think it was just… a lot.”“It’s fine,” he said quickly. “Actually, I wanted to tell you something before I go.”He rubbed the back of his neck, searching for the right words. “I’ll be heading out tonight. My father wants all of us home for a family dinner. I won’t be long.”Family dinner.The words burned behind my ribs.I swallowed and forced out a stea