All Chapters of Love, Obsession, Torture: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

JACK’S POV“Jack,” Ransford’s sympathetic voice sounded. I tipped my head up from the bending position, eyes welling, falling into the doctor’s face.“Is she going to make it?” I asked the gut-wrenching question. I couldn’t feel my body anymore, I may as well be dead.“She’s stable, however we had to force the coma to protect the brain from further damage and to heal faster, helping the babies receive a consistent flow of blood and oxygen. We’ll conduct more CT scans, also replace the lost of blood with transfusion.”“Will she come around after all that?” Lana asked, throwing a solemn look across the doctor.“She’ll have to decide that. After all is said and done, her body can only decide. All we can do is hope and pray that after we taper off the drugs causing the inducement, her body naturally responds. How fast or slow will depend on her biology. She’s being transferred to ICU as we speak.”“I want to see her.”“You can’t Jack. She’s covered in tubes and wires. You have to allow us

ROBIN’S POV“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, even

ROBIN’S POVHis 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 allowed you

JACK’S POVIf 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 rum

JACK’S POVI 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