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When she stared at his face, she couldn't read the expression on it, but his silence meant that of course she was going to do it and it seemed like he had already prepared everything for her. "Jess, you promised." "Alright fine, But only until the deal ends. I can't promise you that I'll do well or I'll last long over there." "You just have to see him, and maybe talk to him for a little while, and that's all." Jess rose to her feet. "Alright, fine. I'll do as you guys want. Happy?" He rose up as well and placed his arm around her neck and then wrecked his hand through her hair. "Fuck Trent, stop it, shit you're so childish." Jessica yelled.

Chapter Thirty-Five “Lucas...” “You know the word doll” “Please…” with a movement he ripped off the lace panties and run his fingers on her wetness “Shit, Jessica you’re so wet!” “Are you ready to take me?” “Yes!” “Do you want me inside you?” “Yes, please!” “Part your thighs for me, let me taste you…” Jessica opened her eyes with a gasp; she perceived the ceiling and mindfully realized that she was dreaming, unlike her blistering body. Her awareness shifted to her dampened panties and she closed her eyes ashamed of having such sinful wet dreams about Lucas

Jessica requested, stifling a yawn. "Did anything happen?" Justin inquired, probing to see if she would disclose the events or if, as Kelvin had mentioned, she truly remained unaware. A frown marked Jessica's face as she recalled the day's events with Nicholas. He not only assumed she leaked information about them but also had the audacity to request a favor. She didn't know the details of the favor, as she ended the call after expressing her frustration. Reflecting on it now, she wished she had waited to hear what favor he was alluding to.

"The past doesn't matter anymore. Don't bring it up again." "Then let's talk about now," Jessica said softly. She stood up, smoothing out her designer dress. She had trained as a dancer, and her figure was graceful, her face beautiful and glowing. "Let me go over to your place tonight. You and Wendy are over. Don't you want me at all?" Jessica had once dated Stanley, and she knew him well. He was a man with strong desires—very strong ones. Wendy felt her cheeks burn. She didn't want to hear any of this.

Shysie said, feeling insulted. Jessica does not respond and started eating her lunch, pretending not to notice the three staring at her. She started slurping her juice loudly, looking them straight in their faces while leaning backward in her chair. Wynn found himself strangely attracted to her, but not in the Werewolf mate kind of way. Wynn also found Ann attractive, but he liked Jessica’s wittiness and the fact that she stands up against Shysie. “So, Jessica, we hear Ann is in love. Any idea who?” Shysie asked, deliberately trying to put a wedge between the two friends.

I didn't pine after lost loves or wonder about what-ifs. "Get up, you beautiful mess!" Jessica's voice rang through my room as she burst through the door, her pregnant belly leading the way. She was dressed in a flowing periwinkle summer dress that made her look radiant, her dark hair cascading in perfect waves. A delicate gold necklace gleamed at her throat – Alexander's anniversary gift. "No more moping around in bed!" I groaned, pulling the covers over my head. "Jess, I just want to stay in today. Bask in my achievements, you know? Maybe paint a little..." I burrowed deeper into the sheets, knowing fully well that my friend would not take no for an answer.

There is no escape now, just the reassurance that I can enter his room, do my job, and that will be that. I don't need to communicate with him... "Of course not. Unless you're victim to shaky hands in the presence of very attractive men. Then you might be in trouble," Jessa tells me, accompanied by a wink. She seems unbothered now, the shudder in her limbs gone. I'm jealous of that. "I'm not...I mean, I'll be fine." Jessa grabs my arms, smiling at me. "Akara. He does look different. But not all Summoners are bad."

Among those unwanted things would be me. Jessica is a 1 year younger than me and the beloved daughter of my father and Beth. They view her as the "rightful" daughter since she was born between fated mates. She is beautiful, as much as I wish she looked like a troll, she doesn't. She has short blonde hair that she has in ringlets framing her face. Her almond shaped brown eyes that glared at me as she took another step closer. I study her as she enters my room, step by step. Jessica is taller than me, about 5'6" and much slimmer. Unlike me, who has a full bust and curvy hips, she has neither. She holds herself up high and could easily be a model in a normal human world. Her skin is unnaturally

Fuck, she was a still a virgin and all I could think of was how she needed a real man like me to show her what it means to be a true woman. “Hunter.” I whirl around, a frown on my face, to find Mavis staring at me, her blue eyes watching me with mirth. “We have everything packed away and documented. Nothing of Jonathan’s was taken.” She reports, and I nod. “Do you know where Jessica went?” I asked, straightening and ready to take my Princess away from here and lock her away in my mansion, where no one can hurt her for the time being.