Chapter 18

I looked at her hand, that I was able to block on time.


Instead of hitting my face, it touched my palm.


My eyes blazed with anger as I looked at her.


“And how dare you? You did not just raise your hand on me.” I fumed and threw her arm back.


She stumbled back a couple of steps from the impact.

Her eyes are only now showing a bit of unbalance from her usual stoic temperament.


“How dare you push my mom like that?!” A shrill voice sounded, and I turned just in time to see Elizabeth raising her hand to slap me.


I caught her arm with one hand without any effort and delivered a slap that echoed in the room.


A gasp left my mother-in-law's mouth as she took in her dear daughter's shocked, tear-soaked face as she stared at me in horror.



Luke's mother was about to yell at me yet again, but her husband pulled on her arm and stopped her from taking any steps in my direction.


She opened her mouth to speak again, but he silenced her with one glare.


He stood before me with a frown on his face.


“Were you out with some boy?” He asked.


His question wasn't an interrogation; rather, I felt he was trying to clarify something.


“No. I was with my best friend, Camille Davis,” I replied honestly.


He nodded his head, “Any chances you know something about this picture?”


I frowned at his question in confusion as I saw him pick out his iPhone before he showed me the content on his screen.


There were two pictures, one of me hugging a guy in a blue shirt with a wide smile on my face. His face wasn't visible, as his back was to the camera.


And the other picture had a clear shot of both of us laughing.


I sighed. So this was all it was about.


The first picture didn't capture Camille looking fondly at us, as she made some weird jokes about how I was such a sibling to her boyfriend and how I would leave her for him.


And the second picture didn't capture her on his arm, as we both laughed about how she was being so melodramatic about it all.


“That's Archer. My best friend Camille's boyfriend.”


I answered, and for proof, I pulled out my iPhone from my purse and showed them the selfie of all three of us outside the cafe where he came to pick her up.


He was holding her by the waist as she looked up at him with a silly smile on her face, while I clicked the picture.


I saw the shock register on Luke's mother's face.


She probably thought I was a wh*re who would go and sleep with anyone after my husband left me.


Well…. She wasn't wrong.


I did sleep with someone, but she doesn't need to know that.


Not until her son comes back.


It will be more amusing to see him get slapped by reality.


“You can go,” my father-in-law said with a tone of finality.


And for once, the mother-daughter pair kept quiet.


I turned around and immediately left the scene for my bedroom.


And that's how my very good mood was spoiled.





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My appetite was gone, so after I got some work done, I thought of having a warm shower.


To relax both my mind and muscles.


I stripped off my clothes and got into the shower stall.


Tuning the shower on as the water rained from it, I checked if the temperature was right and then stepped into it.


A content sigh escaped my lips as soon as my skin came in contact with the warm water.


I was probably only a minute into soaking under the shower head when I heard a click.


My first instinct was to fly away.


But where would I go naked if the intruder was standing at the bathroom door?


I heaved a sigh of relief when I saw his blurry silhouette through the steamy glass wall.


My body relaxed on its own accord, and I continued what I was doing and rubbed my arms up and down my sides and the front of my body.


I knew from where he was standing that even though he couldn't see me clearly he could definitely make out the movements.


When I heard the soft click of his belt, a smirk made its way to my lips.


A minute later, the door of the shower stall behind me was pulled open.


My breath got short and fast, and my heartbeat increased when I felt his presence on my back.


He was standing close.


Close enough that I could feel his body heat, but not enough that our bodies touched.


But I didn't have to wait long.


I first felt his hands, which were placed around my hips.


He slowly raised them up to my sides, making my pulse quicken.


Then I felt his breath fanning where my shoulder and neck met.


He first kissed my shoulder, then my neck, and then my ears. He bit the shell of my ear, and I gasped. At the same time, his hand made its way underneath my breasts.


He licked the shell of my ear and then ascended to my neck.


As his lips met the skin on my neck and started nipping at it, I whispered a request, “No hickey, please.”


It would be too much hassle to hide it and I wasn't considering wearing scarves in summer.


He paused for a second and I thought he was going to move away.


And for a moment, I regretted my own request.


But it was only for a moment, because the next moment he was pulling me flush into his body as his mouth resumed its craftsmanship on my neck.


Now sucking on it.


But I was too weak in the knees to stop him because of the hardness of his cock that was now pressed against my back.


“Ahh…”


"Jason, please... please don't leave a hickey!” I pleaded again, but honestly, I could care fucking less about it because his hands were now on my breasts.


He hummed a response, and it vibrated through the place where his mouth was sucking on my skin.


His hand felt its way up my right breast, covering it with his palm. My peaks were already pebbled and ready for some attention.


But he was just keeping them there, not moving his hand at all, and it made me impatient.



“Do you want me to fuck you, little bird?” His deep, sexy voice whispered in my ears, and I moaned at not only the nickname he had just given but also at how his fingers were caressing my thighs teasingly, never getting close to where they were actually needed.


So I threw my head back on his shoulder and nodded.


“I need words, little bird,” he commanded, his voice heavy with desire, and he suddenly squeezed my breast, which pulled out a moan from me.


“Yes. Yes, I need you to fuck me,” I answered with desperation.


His touches were just so insinuating, burning my body with desire.


Humming again, he kissed my shoulder blade and pulled his waist away from my back.


I whined at the lost contact and pushed back, but one of his hands on my hips prevented me from doing so.


“Is that how we make requests?” He trailed a fleeting kiss across my shoulders and asked again.


Oh God! Can't this man just take one answer and fuck me good.


I wanted to rebut, but I also knew if I did, I wouldn't be able to satisfy my desires.


So I almost yelled, “Yes, I need you to fuck me, Jason. God.. just shut the fuck up and fuck me!”


I barely finished my sentence when he turned my body around and pulled me flush into him.


I moaned at the contact between our wet, hot skins.


“Not God, little bird. It's just me!”


His tongue found its way into my mouth, and I clung to him for support, the tiles under my feet slippery.


Because even his kisses were driving me crazy.


His hands palmed my butt and he squeezed them before trailing his one hand along my spine until he was holding the back of my neck.


He pulled away from the kiss, and his lips trailed down to my neck while his hands finally gave my breasts the attention they needed.


My back met the glass wall as his mouth finally found my mound.


A whimper escaped my lips when his hot tongue flattened over my hard nipple.


Sucking, biting, tugging at it. He gave both of them a good amount of attention before he pulled my leg up to his waist.


Knowing what was coming, I gripped his biceps tighter.


He aligned his shaft with my entrance and rubbed it up and down between my wet folds.


“Oh, look at how wet and ready you are for me,” he murmured, his eyes gazing where our centers were touching.


He raised his head and placed a kiss on my jaw, “Be a good girl and take me all in.”


With that, he pushed his length inside me.


A moan escaped my throat as he pushed inside little by little.


When he was completely inside, he pulled it out until only his tip was inside and then rammed inside me in one hard thrust.


My head fell back as the intensity of the moment hit me, and I gasped, clutching him tightly as he continued to thrust into me with deep and hard thrusts.


“Fuck, Little bird, you're always so tight around me that it drives me fucking crazy,”


His hand pulled my leg tightly into a better position, and it worked like a charm.


Jason's eyes closed and he cursed when his shaft hit my G spot.


It managed to make me weak in the knees, but he kept me from falling.


My back pushed into the glass wall harder each time he drove his hips into mine.


I could feel my walls clenching around his length, almost trying to suck him in.


My eyes rolled back to my skull as I got closer to my release.


“Fuck…ungh….Jason...I'm about to–” My sentence was cut short when I felt his hand slide down from my breast; it trailed a path to my stomach until it reached my pussy.


His fingers pinched my clit and his mouth on mine dissolved the moan that escaped my lips.


“There... there, little bird,” he whispered on my lips.


He nuzzled his head where my shoulder and neck met as he was getting closer to his release as well.


He started fucking me slow and deep, each thrust meeting my insides.


As his pace grew sloppy, I felt myself clenching around his shaft, my walls tightening as I reached my peak.


My voice and words were a frenzy of mess as I moaned and cursed.


I finally settled on biting his shoulders when I felt myself reach the peak of my orgasm.


Short ragged breath left my lips, and I laid my head sideways on his shoulder.


I was still overcoming the intensity of it all when he finally stopped, and I felt him release his load in me with a curse.