All Chapters of Make That P#ssy Wet (18+): Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Stella POVThe first thing I felt was pain.Not the kind that made me panic, but the kind that reminded me exactly what had happened the night before. The kind that lived in my hips, my thighs, my neck, my back—basically everywhere.I groaned and buried my face deeper into the pillow, heat exploding across my cheeks as the memories replayed themselves vividly.Ferguson’s hands gripping my waist. His voice whispering things I could never repeat in public. The way he held me like he couldn’t possibly get enough. The way he made sure I forgot every bad moment I had ever lived.My entire body blushed.I tried to shift, only to let out a small gasp when another wave of soreness stabbed through me.Great. Just great.A soft laugh rumbled behind me. A warm breath brushed the back of my neck.“You awake?” His voice was still thick with sleep, deeper and unbelievably sexy.“Unfortunately,” I muttered.He chuckled, tightening the arm he had wrapped around my waist. “Good. I didn’t want to wake

Stella POVThe moment the boys went upstairs and the bedroom door closed behind them, the whole atmosphere in the living room shifted. It wasn’t obvious, but it was there, soft tension lingering in the air like dust that refused to settle.Megan and I were left standing at the foot of the stairs, staring after them like two women who had just watched their children hide a suspicious mess. The silence stretched for a few seconds before Megan let out a slow sigh.“Well,” she said, turning toward me with her hands on her hips, “that definitely wasn’t a normal phone call.”“No,” I murmured. “It wasn’t.”We exchanged a knowing look one filled with worry neither of us wanted to voice. Then Megan forced herself to smile and clapped her hands once.“Come on. No use standing like statues. Let’s clean up this place before it starts looking like we’re raising wild animals.”I laughed softly. “I mean… technically, we are.”“True,” she said with a smirk. “But ours at least pretend to be civilized.

Ferguson POVSoon as we stepped outside my thoughts became razor-sharp. Whatever Jimmy’s father concealed he wasn’t the one keeping it secret.The moment he said he would be working tonight alongside my father, a knot formed in my chest—an instinct, a warning, perhaps even anger. My father had been aloof recently. Too aloof. Meetings, at times. Calls answered outdoors. Unexpected journeys.And Claudia had been more confident these past weeks.That was not a coincidence.The ride, to my home lasted about ten minutes yet it seemed even quicker. Silence prevailed among us. Jimmy’s fingers continued to tap on his thigh indicating his mind was racing rapidly and intensely.Jonathan fixed his gaze forward his jaw clenched. Meanwhile I… I was mentally going over what I planned to tell my father when I met him.I required information.I required entry.I had to find out the extent of his involvement, with Claudia.The moment I parked we rushed out. Moved indoors. The house seemed emptier than

Stella POVThe prison cell reeked of socks, hardened perspiration and defeat. If remorse emitted an aroma this spot had captured it flawlessly.Megan and I perched on the bench each of us battered, covered in dust and still a bit shaken from the street fight. Claudia and her two followers were, in the cell yelling loudly about how I supposedly unleashed some kind of supernatural power on them. If someone paid attention for a while they’d believe I had lifted them and thrown them through a structure.Megan let out a sigh and gave me a gentle push. "I’ve already contacted Jimmy. He’s coming now.”“Great " I murmured, scratching the back of my neck. "Since if I remain here any more I’ll begin stripping paint from the walls out of boredom.”We caught the sound of footsteps resonating along the corridor.Then familiar voices.“Where is my fiancée?!" Jimmy shouted."She isn’t your fiancée " Jonathan quickly interjected.“Be quiet! She might be!" Jimmy snapped.Then Ferguson’s low voice, eer

Ferguson POVThe instant I entered the mansion I immediately wished I hadn’t come. The atmosphere was thick the sort of that resulted from artificial scents, boisterous conversations and the ceaseless façade my father adored enveloping himself in.I was midway, to the living room when I caught her voice.Claudia.Of course.She was walking back and forth before my father vigorously shaking her head as if she were performing for the exaggerated victim part of her career.“Oh sir I promise I did my best " she sobbed. "Stella offended me. She shoved me. She hurled a milkshake at me. She...”I paused at the entrance. Lifted an eyebrow. "She hurled a milkshake at you? Seriously? That’s the story we’re sticking to now?”Claudia turned abruptly as if she had been anticipating a chance to confront me for hours.“There you are!" she barked. "Your girlfriend attacked me!”“Overstated " I answered composedly. ". Incorrect.. Please carry on with your fantasy.”My dad rose, his eyes blazing with f