Chapter 117

He stared at me with those intense blue eyes. He was angry. I could easily see that, but underneath it all there was something else. If I didn’t know any better, I’d swear it was fear. But what did Jack have to be afraid of?

Before I could ask, Jack said, “Upstairs. Shower. Now.” He said it with his jaw still clenched so tightly I could see the muscles tick.

I didn’t stick around to ask questions. Instead, I turned and raced up the stairs. I heard his heavy footsteps behind me, and when I went into the bathroom and tried to shut the door behind me, he was there, keeping it open with his hand.

There was still a storm going on behind those eyes of his, but this time the desire was easy to see, and I smiled when my nipples hardened, and I felt the familiar wetness between my legs.

“Do you still want to be with me, Simone?” he asked, never taking his eyes from mine.

“Yes, Jack,” I immediately said.

“Are you sure about that? Think long and hard, kiddo, because I’m one possessive motherfuck