All Chapters of Love, Obsession, Torture: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

ROBIN “If a DNA test will put your beautiful mind at ease, I’ll do it. I have my faults, Robin, but I’d never abandon a child if I truly thought it was mine. Lois is a fucking lair!” “A test is going to clear that. Until then… I want you to stay away from me.” “Robin…” “No! I don’t want to hear anymore, Jack. Get out of here! I want to rest.” I dragged the covers over my battered body, thankful the drugs were sedatives. I couldn’t battle this treacherous heartache with my eyes wide open. “Can I at least give you a kiss?” I gulped. I wanted him to. I didn’t want him to. I didn’t want him to get the wrong idea. I was only going to relax around him only when the test revealed he wasn’t the father. But I dropped dead quiet, mouth lax when my body betrayed me with a nod to his request. “Thank you.” He leaned in, planting a long chaste kiss on my temple and cheek. “You have my life in your hands, Robin, never forget that. I’d never hurt you, not intentionally.” Then he was gone

ROBIN His hand flew into my hair, caressing the scalp, a soft guttural moan escaping from my throat as he worked a slow-moving tongue through my mouth, his other hand cupping my face steady. My hand slipped between the tiny space between our bodies, yanking away from his grip before swiping my knuckles across my mouth. What had gotten into me? He looked at me calmly, satisfaction extending across his features. “God, this should never have happened.” I said in a frantic haze, pelting down to my seat, and hiding my face in my hands, utterly embarrassed. “This shouldn’t have happened. No, no, no.” I muttered under my breath, regretting I let my vulnerability weaken me into returning his kiss. “I’m glad it did, stop beating yourself up.” I lifted my head up to him, a smirk curling the corners of his lips. I scoffed. “Leave!” “Come on, Robin. What happened between was incredible, fireworks… magic. I’ll never regret that it happened.” “That was a mistake! I should’ve never al

JACK If someone had told me this was how fucked up my life would’ve turned out after proposing to my girl, we wouldn’t have returned to the mansion that night. Instead, we’d have lodged in one of my bazillion apartments. Robin will have nothing to do with me until I resolved the DNA business, I would know: she was a stubborn woman. Defiant. Difficult. Mine. Fuck! I adjusted my flap and restless little Jack. Shit, my cock had been iron for days now, if I didn’t shove this fucking issue down a goddamn drain, and have Robin, I might just die of come overload. My fucking balls were going to explode. I just had to think about her or say her name and I’d be rooting or fucking aching, refusing to bow no matter how hard I tried. “Calm the fuck down, Jack!” I huffed, looking down at the bulge between my legs. “Fuck me!” “Sir?” I turned towards the door. “Anne, couldn’t you have knocked?” I rasped, crossing my legs, and trying to rein in on the frustration. “I did sir. Three times.” I

JACK I parked the Lamborghini Veneno, my newest addition in my enormous garage. Robin would call this place a museum, though I’d always thought it didn’t quite qualify. The space wasn’t half as big as I deemed, by my standards at least, to qualify for such a directed name. I made my way to my personal play room; defeated, disheartened and in low spirit, pouring myself a hard liquor to soothe the pain, confident it’d aid in forgetting all my troubles. I was going to break another promise I made to Robin, but consciousness was sucking the day life out of me. I was a spineless piece of shitty shadow of myself. And, it was only one person who could get me roughed up looking like this. My chances of getting back together with Robin looking slimmer than hopeful even if I cleared this mishap with Lois, but I wouldn’t give up, never. The media was going to feast on her privacy. She didn’t need that spotlight, she didn’t ask for any of this. This was all my fucking fault once again. When woul

JACK “I’m confused. You’re Lois’ partner too?” Her widened eyes narrowed on me, brows furrowing as her gaze flicked between us. This was another rich fuck up of my life. Fucking mess everywhere! “She’s not my partner. We’re here for a paternity test. I’m told it would take a while, but I want it as soon as possible, I mean the preliminary results.” She was looking at me, in stock, bewildered, like she didn’t expect me. Of course, she didn’t expect me here. Which fucker brings two women to the same doctor, all in relation to fucking babies. When she still didn’t react, I followed up. “I don’t think I’m the father of the child.” Her gaze is unsteady, settling on Lois for a moment before reverting to me. Was that a look? “Amara.” I prompted, slowly dragging her eyes from the shit liar beside me. “I need to know how long the preliminary test is going to take.” “Um,” she cleared her throat loudly. “I… um, few hours. Five to six hours approximately.” I nodded. I could wait it out.