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Still perched on the counter, Ixora silently cursed as she realized that Cherry had worked her magic, leaving Jerald visibly tense and furious.

"Jerald? What did my sister tell you?" she inquired softly.

"She spilled the beans about your mysterious boyfriend, the one you gave your virginity to," he grumbled angrily.

"Mike?" Ixora's confusion deepened. What did Mike have to do with this?

Jerald shot her a withering glare, silencing her. He still had her pinned against the counter, seething with anger. With a stern gaze, he began lifting her blouse.

Ixora's cheeks turned as red as tomato paste, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she averted her eyes to the floor. As Jerald raised her blouse, her white lacy bra was revealed. She was nearly eye level with him on the counter. He bent slightly and captured her tentative lips in a deep kiss.

While kissing her passionately, he reached behind her and unclasped her bra. Breaking the kiss gently, he trailed a line of kisses down her neck, contin