Jessica Slept With Mr Wilson Novels & Stories

He looked away, averting the probing gaze of the wife. “What is it? Didn't you also go alone with Cassandra, you also had dinner with her, and Mr. Lexi even slept in one bed with her! Why are you angry I went with your own cousin?!” Jessica's protest was still fiery. Quiet. “I did have dinner with Cassandra, but I never slept with her!" He said obviously. His expression was quite convincing. “How could I sleep with another woman if I was only seduced by you Jessica!” Lexi came closer to lay her face on Jessica's chest, now he understood the reason Jessica didn't want back to his house.

This slut still thinks that Zachary Wil come to rescue her? I licked my lips and looked down only to find the blood strains on the bedsheets. F*ck? She was virgin? Zachary Wilson's wife was virgin? For a minute, I didn't believed my thoughts but second later, my shock was replaced by a laugh. Now that's something I would like to tell Zachary and watch his priceless reaction but still why she was Virgin? He married her forcefully according to my sources but still? That bastard definitely feel something for September but too bad. Now I have already tainted her body and no wonder, Zachary will threw her away like a f*cking dirt bag.

She quickly stood up and threw herself into his arms. She cried even louder. "Thomas, she... she wants to throw me out of the house! She even wanted to shoot me! I'm so scared..." Thomas lowered his voice and comforted her. He then turned to me and started accusing me. "What's the meaning of this, Jessica? I only just gave you a warning yesterday! Vivian just had a miscarriage yesterday, she's still weak!" I sat on the sofa and didn't even move. I just raised my head and looked straight into Thomas' angry eyes.

Rain poured down on me, stinging and numbing all at once. I didn't know how long I'd walked like that before I finally made it back to my home with Ian. I pushed the door open, and my mind went completely blank. A pair of high heels and a pair of leather shoes were tangled together on the floor. Lacy lingerie and a black suit jacket were lying in a heap. Ian held Jessica in his arms by the window and kissed her passionately. For a second, the scene in front of me overlapped perfectly with what I'd seen five years ago.

She picked up on his hint and threw the door open, crawling under some of the shelves and behind boxes to remain out of sight until Wilson was gone. “Hey dude.” He jumped over the corner of the island and pushed Lincoln’s shoulder in a bro-like way. “What’s up with you? I haven’t seen you like this in years. Not since Ian showed up to-“ His eyes flashed up to Wilson in anger. He took a cautious step back from his murderous Alpha with a confused look on his face. “What?” Lincoln only growled and looked back out the window, ignoring his beta’s presence. “Whatever.” Wilson rolled his eyes and pulled the box of granola bars from the cupboard. “I’m hanging out with Jessica tonight. Hope you don’t

Before the kid can even stutter a greeting, Jessica drops to one knee right there in the VIP shadows, the fabric of her black dress riding up so high it’s practically showing her g-stringed ass cheeks. She looks Matt dead in the eye with a predatory, and triumphant look as she reaches for the waiter's zipper. Rrrrrip. The sound of the metal teeth is swallowed by the music but Matt can swear he hears it. Matt’s pulse thuds in his ears as he watches. Troy is already wearing a look of amusement on his face as he glances between the show and the absolute disbelief written on Matt’s face. The waiter gasps, his face turning a frantic shade of red, but Jessica doesn't give him a choice. She yanks h

Jack's flight was set for early the next morning. But that night, he couldn't sleep. Memories of Jessica flooded his mind. He saw her in a school uniform, in a wedding dress—every moment they had shared, from youthful innocence to the storms they had weathered together. She had loved him. Loved him so completely. And yet, all this time, he had been too preoccupied with another woman's fake illness to truly see her. How absurd. How unforgivable.

~JESSICA~ I don’t know for how long I’ve been crying, but it was already dark. I didn’t have the energy to do anything, so getting up, I went straight to bed. I didn’t check my phone or anything; I just wanted to sleep and think of what to do. Did Clinton perhaps find out that I slept with someone at a hotel? Now he might be more convinced that I was a slut. I didn’t sleep; instead, I planned my next moves carefully. I was not going to lose my marriage; if Jade played me, then I should play him back.

I'm the antagonist now,' Jessica's face suddenly filled with discomfort, she even looked away from the black-haired man. Maybe Tyler noticed the change in her expression, so he asked worriedly, “What's wrong? Do you suddenly feel hurt somewhere? Your due date is in a week or two, right? Are you having the babies today?” Tyler suddenly looked panicked, and Jessica looked at him again before smiling at him. “I'm fine,” she answered. “I suddenly feel sleepy, and I want to take a nap.” "Do you want me to accompany you?" Tyler asked. However, Jessica rejected the idea while shaking her head, and she answered verbally, “If you accompany me, I probably won't be able to sleep. I will go to my room a

Schumann gave me a cheesy smirk before he let go of her hand and took his place. Few minutes later when I lifted her Vail and she winked at me, I knew I was in trouble. We'd been pronounced as husband and wife and it was time for the kiss. I expected to find a trace of nervousness in her eyes but what I saw instead was determination. She'd made up her mind about this. The deal was done. There was no going back. Jessica Cooper was my wife—well Melissa Jacobs was, but same thing. I took the step and leaned in for a kiss, trying not to think about the fact that it was all just an act. Instead I thought of Jessica as the girl I'd been having dreams about for days. Just for today, I'd get what I