Seeing me trying to dodge him, <b>Jared </b>cupped my <b>face </b>with both hands and kissed me <b>even </b>deeper and more intensely.
<b>“</b>Jared, <b>are </b>you crazy<b>?</b>” <b>I </b>thought he was acting like a dog in heat today, not caring about where we were <b>at </b><b>all</b>.
Back then, if the environment <b>wasn’t </b>just right, or if there wasn’t a big bed, he’d never be in the mood to make love.
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He wouldn’t even be interested unless I took off <b>every </b><bst </b>piece of clothing.
Men’s words <b>were </b>nothing but sweet lies.
“I’m not crazy,” he said in a hoarse voice. “I didn’t even drink today, and I’m not drunk.”
I pushed him away with both hands<b>, </b>my voice annoyed. “This <b>is </b>a garage. Can you show me some <b>respect</b><b>?</b>”
“Victoria, sometimes<b>, </b>a change <b>of </b>scenery can really change the mood.” Jared’s voice was calm, but his actions didn’t slow down at all.
Seeing I was still resisting, he half–carried, half–dragged me to the back seat. With those long legs and arms of his, it wasn’t easy for him to maneuver, but when a guy was in the mood, there was just no stopping him.
“No,” I protested, still struggling at thest second. “We don’t have any protection.”
But Jared just kissed me even harder, his lips rough and deep. “Aren’t we trying to pray for a baby anyway?”
My eyes went wide in disbelief. This bastard actually wanted a son.
While I was still stunned, Jared entered me.
All my strength slowly drained away, my bodypletely out of control. Thinking about the 100 thousand dors Jared gave Aiden, I thought, ‘Whatever. It’s just the usual sex. I’m also enjoying it.”
Jared <b>was </b>really fired up today, switching things up and going at it twice before finally turning in his homework.
He was in a much better mood afterward. Seeing me still sprawled out, heughed and teased, “What’s wrong? Did I wear you out?<b>” </b>
That was when I finally managed to sit up, fixed my clothes, and went to open the garage door.
Just then, a few female staffers with files in their arms spotted us.
They didn’t catch the whole scene. They just got spooked and bolted. All they probably saw was me and, behind me, Jared’s long legs sticking out, his <b>face </b>still hidden.
I kept my face stiff <b>as </b>we got into the elevator, not daring to look at Jared.
When we got to the first floor, I was about to walk off when Jared grabbed my wrist and asked, “Where are you off to now?”
“Getting the morning–after pill.” I tossed over my shoulder, striding out.
I had no <b>idea </b>what kind of look Jared had on his face, but one thing was certain. There was no way I was letting myself get pregnant again.
By the time <b>I </b>got <b>back </b>from the pharmacy, rumors about what happened in the garage were already quietly making the
rounds at the <b>office</b><b>. </b>
<b>I </b>was just bored, <b>so </b><b>I </b>purposely hung out in a less <b>crowded </b>restroom, waiting to hear what kind <b>of </b>gossip people were spreading about me<b>. </b>
Sitting on the toilet lid, I <b>watched </b>as my phone’s <bst </b>bit of <b>battery </b>finally died right in front of me.
‘Ugh, how annoying,’ <b>I </b>wondered. I was hoping to kill some time scrolling on my phone, but I guessed I would have to go charge it first.
I reached out to push the door open. Suddenly, I heard the sound of high heelsing in, and it sounded like there <b>was </b>more than one person.
Then I heard a woman’s voice <b>say</b>, “Ms. Darwin, that gossip going around <b>has </b>to be fake, right? <b>It </b>was just the garage door opening, but people are acting like their marriage is some kind of perfect fairy tale.”
Tracy replied coolly, “I don’t care what they say. It doesn’t affect me. Jared’s partnership with my dad has <b>just </b>started<b>, </b>and <b>all </b>I want <b>is </b>for our families‘ businesses to work more closely together as soon as possible.”
“Ms. Darwin, do you love him?” the other woman asked curiously. “He is a married man, after all.”
Tracy smiled. “To me, he’s still the same Jared I knew all those years ago. Whether he’s married or has kids, none of that
matters to me<b>.</b><b>” </b>
“But I heard Mrs. Hob is pretty wild. Don’t let things get out of hand,” the woman said in a hushed voice.
Tracy scoffed, “I don’t even take her seriously. She’s just some girl from a small town. No matter how wildly she acts, <b>she’s </b>nothing but a sideshow clown.