All Chapters of Love, Obsession, Torture: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

This was embarrassing. She led me to the kitchen stool and sat me down.“I’m so sorry you had to hear all that Lana.” I said, picking some tissues from the dispenser and blowing my nose.“I didn’t hear a thing.” she murmured, turning her face away from me and breaking into a loud laugh.“Oh God, I’m mortified.” I covered my eyes with both palms, my cheeks burning. I should’ve allowed her excuse herself.“Robin.”“Hmm?”“I think you should hear him out… really hear him. He seems to want to genuinely explain himself but you’re not permitting it. I know he hurt you and I get it, but allow him explain what really happened.”I couldn’t believe my ears. Did she not understand everything he did to hurt me? I’m supposed to just forgive him?“Are you on Jack’s side?”“No, Robin I’m not supporting Jack, if anything I’m rooting for you. You’re completely smitten by him and everyone can tell.” She sighed. “You’re hurt, so you wouldn’t want to hear his explanations, and that is totally fine but whe

Great! I braced my hands at the bottom of his back, holding on to his suit jacket for stability. Couldn’t he walk any slower? I heard a ring from my bag and tilted my body slightly to reach it, only for Mr unreasonable to snatch it from my grip.“Hey! That might be Lana calling!” I rolled my eyes at his back on a scowl.“You’ll have your bag when we’re through with our talk, and I’ll take that eye rolling into consideration.” he mused, thumping my ass lightly.When we reached his Jaguar, he eased me gently in the passenger seat and shut the door before striding around to his side, sliding into his seat and speeding off. We got to the Heights in record time, strode to my seat before gathering me in his arms.“I can walk Jack.” I said, jerking away from his reach. We didn’t have to create another scene here.“We leave in my arms. I’m not taking any chances with you. You’re as stubborn as a mule.” He carried me in his arms, and I buried my face against his hard chest as he strode across t

After another hot session of intense love making in the Lord’s office, I was exhausted, famished and practically panting out of breath. Jack carried me out of his office in his arms, through the bustling foyer of people exiting the building. There was a generous closing time crowd, inviting yet additional set of onlookers. We entered his Aston Martin to grab a dinner-ish, late lunch at Mack n’ Rolls, the closest restaurant to the Heights. We finished around 5:50 p.m. feeling well fed…bodily and soul. We got some wine too, my way of pacifying Lana for standing her up and not returning her calls. I felt really awful and I should be—but to be fair, she coaxed me into forgiving Jack, so this was the ramification. The look on Jack’s stunning face when I gently turned down his offer to spend the rest of the evening with him had my groin tightening into a hard knot…look at what I would be missing. But then again, I had to make peace with my best friend, Lana didn’t deserve being stood up like

I flung the phone in my bag on a deep sigh, and waited for Jack. Within a few minutes, he was pulled up on a kerb beneath the flyover, slipping out and striding towards me in no time. Wow, he was swift and smooth; before I could protest, I was hauled off my feet in a firearm’s carry, his long, even strides carrying us to his car. “Jack, put me down we’re in public,” I muttered, crossed about his sudden obsession for carrying me around. I’m obviously tired not an invalid. “You were panting on the phone. I think you should rather thank me, woman.” he said smugly. “I am just worn out. I can still walk.” I said, bracing my hands behind his lower back to reduce the bobbing from his strides. “No. End of.” he said, plain and square. Guess there was nothing I could say now. I raised my eyes to an audience of people. Oh, good God. Everyone was staring at us. I winced inwardly and tried not to lift my head to the audience gawping. He might not give a damn about his workers gaping, but did

I cried, trying by every means to grip his shoulders, our slippery bodies making it quite difficult as he drove in and out of me—my fingers doing a rubbish job of clawing at his body. So I enveloped my arms around him instead, burying my face in his neck, whimpering and gasping as he thrust in, working my pussy. I was gone. “You feel so incredible, I’m going to fuck you harder now,” he garbled, holding on firmly to my bum, digging his fingers into my skin and sucking the skin of my neck. I bucked. “Oh Jesus…Jack.” I moaned, sinking my teeth into his shoulder, biting at the skin, delirium hitting me from every angle as the surging pressure in my groin accelerated, moving full on sprint into an orgasm. “Fucking shit, Robin,” he groaned, panting and pinning me against the bathroom tiles, the cold sending a quiver through my boneless body. His lips raided my mouth, tugging and sucking hungrily like his life depended on it. And it did, he needed me just as much as I needed him. He let on