All Chapters of Make That P#ssy Wet (18+): Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Ferguson POVI don’t know why but I just felt safe in her arms, it felt like the whole world could come crashing down and I would be able to face it because I’m with her.*FEW MINUTES EARLIER*The door slammed hard when my father entered, his hysterical laugh filled the room, he turned to me and landed a punch on my jaw, I stumbled a bit but stood upright, I tasted a metallic tang of blood on my tongue, my eyes locked onto my father’s with a fierce intensity.Though my lips remained sealed, my gaze screamed defiance, the unspoken words burning like wildfire within me. My hands reached for my jaw, “never knew you could pack such a punch, guess I really underestimated you.”My father’s face darkened, his anger igniting like a tempest, as if the very air itself had been set aflame by my spoken retort.“You...” his voice filled with rage as he pointed to me, “you’re such a fool,” he yelled, his veins popping out with each word that came out from his lips.“Because I dragged out your Claud

Stella’s POVThe war did not begin with fists or screaming. It began with whispers.By the second morning after our so-called date night, the curiosity outside had curdled into something darker. The headlines that had painted me as a mystery now painted me as something uglier. The fascination had already turned to suspicion, and behind it all I could feel Claudia’s hand.“Porn star fiancée?”The words hit me like a slap. I dropped the mug of tea in my hands. The spillage of the hot liquid over my skin hurt, but that was nothing but the boiling up just in my chest.Maya was one of the younger maids and she was standing at the entrance. Her telephone was concealed in half behind her apron. She was very pale, and her eyes were still darting as though she did not know that she said it.“I did not mean to say it out loud,” she stammered. “It is just, it is everywhere, Miss Stella.”My throat tightened. “What is everywhere?”She hesitated, then held the phone out with both hands.I forced m

Stella POVThroughout yesterday, Ferguson was trying everything in his might for me to not leave but he knew it was a lost cause and end up driving me to my desired location. My home. The one place paparazzi won’t really look into since Megan lived with me.“Wait, you’re letting him into your home?” Ferguson exhaled, refusing to unlock the doors, “you can’t be serious.”I sighed deeply, then threw him a nasty look, “you need to open the door now and besides, it’s not his first time coming over to my place, it’s practically his.”I tried opening the door, but he locked it again as a deep groan escaped my lips, “you really need to stop acting like a kid, and just let me go,” I was able to fight my way out of the car.“I’ll call you when I’m done and in case I don’t, it means I’m sleeping over,” I grinned, he called out my name, but I dashed away before he became all clingy.I rushed to my apartment, inputting the key code, I dashed into the room and saw Jimmy holding a whole bag of chip

Ferguson’s POVI never thought I would ever have this feeling called jealousy until I saw Stella cozying up that friend of hers.I slammed the doors hard and exhaled deeply when we got into car, Stella was a bit startled but said nothing.I grabbed the steering wheel tightly then turned to look at her, my chest pounded loudly as I remembered how she was all warmed up against his touch, that should have been me, that should have been my touch.“Are you okay?”How on earth do you expect me to be okay?How do expect me to breathe knowing that there was someone else harboring feelings for you?I didn’t know what consumed me, jealousy, anger or fear? I reached out to her and smashed a heated kiss on her lips, she struggled to break the kiss, but I deepened holding her hands and went whole exploring all the corners of her mouth.Because she was mine.She finally pushed me away and slapped me, the sting was hard and then I noticed the warm liquid on her face, she was crying... because of me.

Ferguson’s POVThe moment I stepped out of Stella’s room, the silence hit me harder than the cold air. My shirt was still damp, my chest tight but at least the guilt had suppressed a bit.The corridor felt longer than usual. Each step echoed against the marble floors, but someone’s perfume struck my nostrils before their voices did, Claudia...“Well... if it isn’t the hero of the night...”I stopped at the base of the stairs; Claudia stood there in robes she had entered my room earlier with a mischievous grin on her face.“And someone still hasn’t learned their lesson,” I said calmly but loud enough for her to hear.She frowned slightly, “climbing walls in the middle of a thunderstone. Quite a performance, even Spiderman didn’t go far for his heroine...”I rubbed a hand over my face, “that’s why there a thin line between fiction and reality.”“Oh, come on,” she teased, walking closer, “like many writers wouldn’t die to write that in their fictions... so tell me, was it worth it? Almos