Walking into the girls’ room, I pick Katy up, and Jackson picks up Isabella. We carry them downstairs to the party, where everyone is waiting. It has been a nice day. They opened their presents, and ate cakes, yes, plural, because they apparently had to have their own cakes. Why, I have no idea, because one was big enough for them both, yet, no matter how well today is going, I keep catching glimpses of Jackson, hurt and in pain, trying to hide it. What though, I don’t know. Catching him briefly, I stop him, trying to find out. “What’s wrong? I can see it, Jackson. You’re hiding something.” My words are soft. I have a feeling I know what it is, and I know there is no way to fix that sort of pain. “I am fine, just let’s enjoy today.” He goes to walk past me, and I move in front of him, knowing if he wants to, he could just pick me up and move me. “No lies, no secrets.” I look at him, waiting. “Things like this just remind me of Tallulah, the fact she never got her first birthday,

I look up at him, a naughty smile on my face, “I am naked under these clothes, totally naked.” I whisper, watching his expression change. He becomes aroused. I turn and walk into the meeting room, sitting down, waiting for him to take his place next to me. He walks in and sits next to me, his glance teasing, and I wonder if I have made the right decision in this. Too late to turn back now. I can’t, even if I wanted to. I watch as Jackson looks at his phone, reading something, his fingers tapping on the table. Everyone is looking at the business plan I had put together. “All I need is to know the exact amount you think will be needed upfront. While there are figures there, we need overhang, so if something unexpected happens, it is there waiting, without her having to wait.” Jackson stops everyone from discussing the business. Apparently, he doesn’t care what they think. He just wants to get it over and done with and make sure everything is set up. His whole stance has changed again.

“Okay, go get yourself ready, and I will spend time with them and bathe them while you do.” Jackson moves over to me, his lips kissing mine. “You will enjoy yourself, and they won’t miss a thing, I swear.” He turns and walks upstairs to get himself ready. I begin to get the twins out of their chairs. “I can help.” Marcus grabs Katy out of her chair and begins to carry her upstairs. I quickly follow with Isabella as he carries Katy to the girls’ bedroom. “No point in you making two trips. If you want, I will get their bath ready, then you can get their clothes and things ready.” This is not the Marcus I know. What has happened to the other man, the one who ran away from the babies? “Thank you, that would help.” I smile, wondering what has made him change so quickly. No doubt whatever happened to lead to him being homeless will be told tonight. At least to Jackson. I can’t sit and think about Marcus right now. I have to get the girls ready for bed. With the girls all ready for thei

Leaving the bathroom afterwards, I am relieved that no one is there. Walking back to the table, I sit down. Jackson’s not here. “Where is Jackson?” I look around, confused.“More like where the hell were you two? We looked everywhere in the club and couldn’t find you.” I shake my head at Marcus, worried that Jackson isn’t back yet.“He is there, at the bar Alena. He walked straight past us to the bathroom, then out to the bar.” Georgina joins in, and sure enough, Jackson is at the bar. I watch as someone moves closer to him. It looks like Roxy, but jealousy grows inside me. Getting up, I walk towards them.I haven't seen Roxy much, really, so I hope it is her in a way, but mostly because I won’t feel as jealous. The woman’s hands wrap around Jackson, rubbing down his back and grasping his ass. I can feel my blood boil and watch as Jackson gently moves the woman’s arm away from h

Suddenly, I feel arms wrapping around me, Jackson’s arms wrapping around me, moaning from the feeling, I turn to face him. I am still unable to see his face. His lips press against mine. His breathing is so fast, as his body pins mine against the wall, the feel of his shaft hard against his jeans making me want him. How did this with Marcus make me feel so pleasured, yet the thought of it and Jackson now throws me back in the deep end? I need a release again. My hands unfasten his button and zip.   “Fuck me.” It is so quiet, I’m not sure if he can hear me.  He must have as I can feel him pushing his cock against my pussy, gently moving and teasing. The feeling explodes through my body as he moves slowly and gently.  I don’t want slow and gentle. I want hard and fast. My hands pull him to me as I lift myself, using him and wrapping my legs around his waist.   “Hard.” I moan, pulling him to me, trying to get more. He growls