All Chapters of Love, Obsession, Torture: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

“Good Morning baby.” I drawled a sigh, stretching my limbs and feeling his arms around my moderately protruding stomach.“Hey,” I whispered, smiling up at him. He looked hot in his sweats, his ruffled hair still damp from his run.“I’d join your run one of these days.”“I’ll be glad, I didn’t want to wake you. You looked so peaceful.”“I sleep peacefully when I’m thoroughly fucked.”“I don’t know what to do about your cross mouth Robin Clay. You’re such a difficult woman.”“Kiss me.” He smiled fondly, lowering his mouth on mine.“You look exceptionally beautiful in the morning.”“As do you.He kissed my forehead.“Okay, up. I brought you breakfast from Cathy.”“Cathy is in?”“She is. I want you to finish everything on your plate.”“I can’t Jack. It’s too much. Join me.”“Do you want me to feed you instead?”“I’d like that.”He quickly up and left the bedroom, entering the bathroom. I was stunned. But he eventually emerged, changing into his grey shorts. Oh, he didn’t want to sit on his

I was stuck in London’s unnerving traffic, my thoughts drifting in between drives, only settling on Jack. Realisation smacked into me, in all the insanity, he did achieve his purpose. I was stuck with him forever, just like he wanted, because of the babies. He’d always be in my life, he’d always have some sort of influence over my life. He’d effectively accomplished his goal, getting me knocked up and forever glued to him. But I was going to work, because even in my befuddled state, I wasn’t going to drift in self-pity. I wasn’t going to empower this snag to derail me more. Shoving Jack into the bottomless pit of my mind sounded like a better course of action than sinking into the slough of despond. I wouldn’t let him dictate my emotions.After twenty minutes, the traffic finally eased, and I was pulling up in the parking lot of the McCullen Confectionery, parking the Rolls-Royce in the spot Jack had appointed for me, weirdly, my old spot had already been taken. He always got what he

I swivelled the watch round my wrist. What was keeping him?Lana came hurtling down across the room, her satchel wrapped possessively around her shoulders.“Going already?” I asked, squirming uncomfortably in my seat.“Yes, I’ve to get going. Have a ton of shit to do at the department.” I nodded, scratching my scalp, rocking my brain to assist in coming up with a ploy to stall her.“Um, could you make me some cucumber juice before nipping out?” She turned a quizzical glance my way and narrowed her eyes at me. “What?” I asked, feigning surprise.“Robin, there are a couple of bottles abandoned in the fridge.”“I want freshly blended cucumbers.”“You said you wanted frozen cucumbers when I was making them raw!”“I’ve changed my mind. Pleasssse.” I pouted, rubbing my hands together in front of me in mock prayer.“Okay, fine!” She dumped her bag on the couch and sauntered to the kitchen before I quickly pulled out my phone, dialling Mike.“I don’t know how long I can keep her here. Are you

“Jack! It’s really not what you think.”“Robin, what did she say?”“Oh, my God, I’m so sorry, I thought your partner knew.” Amara’s voice hitched, confusion stretching over her face.“Amara could you excuse me for a moment?” She nodded, stepping out.“What the fuck Robin? You wanted to abort?”“Yes, but that was before I knew they were more than one.”“I can’t believe you! You made this decision… entirely on your own.”“Jack, I’m sorry but that was the logical decision I could come up with at the time.”“Bullshit!” He roared, making me flinch. I kept my eyes shut, controlling the searing hot anger that was about to explode.“You fucking killed my parents! I didn’t want to bring the child of a murderer into the world!” I snapped, he had no right to come at me like that, looking as he was the singular person responsible for all my ungodly decisions.He sagged his shoulders, pacing away from me.“I shouldn’t have said that.” I huffed.“You’re right. I have no right to demand anything.”“

JACK’S POV“Fuck!” I bellowed, pacing up and down, unable to relax. Robin’s was phone going straight to fucking voicemail again. Fuck it! Rushing out to my vast garage, I tore out, speeding to her apartment and dialling her once more, going out of my mind with worry. Was she already home? Fuck! I stepped on the gas, I had to explain things properly to her. I hadn’t seen Lois in what? More than five years, then one fucking evening she decided to drop a fucking bombshell? I sighed, weaving a hand through my mop. She had to be crazy if she thought she could cripple what I had with Robin. I dialled again, voicemail. Voicemail, fucking voicemail, her freaking voicemail was all I was getting!“Crap! Robin, baby, I know how this looks, okay but just listen to me for once. I have nothing to do with Lois. Answer your phone baby, I’m going mental here.” I put down the phone, slapped my hands across the wheel and huffed. “Come on, come on.” I was going as fast as I could, had to resolve this as