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Her pessimism held no comfort. “You silly girl! Why must you ruin a good moment?” But instead of entertaining her rotten thoughts, I lovingly squeezed her cheek before playfully nipping the tip of her nose. “Do you have any idea how much it took for me to even utter those words at all?” After shifting her body so I could situate mine atop hers, I nipped her neck as she squirmed underneath me.

“Baby, no! I’m going to miss the eclipse!” she squealed, huffing and giggling as if she didn’t know which was far more superior to bestow her attention to. Well, lucky me, I had the means necessary to trap her attentions.

Need I mention how famished I was? Well, I was quite ready for my first course. Gisele-à-la-carte sounded perfectly divine.

CHAPTER31

Gisele

“Hey,I’m not one to call and complain, but where the hell are you? I’ve been waiting for half an hour now! Anyway, call me as soon as you can.” Ending my rant on Ginny’s voicemail, I paced around the kitchen as I anxiously placed my phone down on the polished white breakfast nook table.

She had gone on a weekend trip with Kevin (Sir Lancelot). But our research paper was due in a few days, and we had barely even begun. Ginny normally updated me, but I hadn’t heard from her all morning. We had agreed that she would swing by my house after her shift at three. It was already half past, and it only took half the time to get from school to my house.

Pouring myself a half a glass of chocolate milk, I was about to take a sip when my phone shrilled with Ginny’s name flashing on the screen.

“About time you call. Where the heck are you! We’re so going to fail if you don’t get here in the next hour, Ginny!”

There was a lengthy pause before she made a tiny gut-wrenching sound. “I don’t think I can make it. I don’t know anymore…”

Screw the project—okay, maybe not, but I couldn’t care less about it now when my friend was obviously upset about something. “Ginny, talk to me…What’s happened? Did you and Kevin fight or something?”

“I,” she croaked out, sobbing. “I can’t talk about it.”

“I’m here. You can tell me anything. You know I’m your friend. I’m here for you.” I’d never met anyone as guarded as Ginny was. Whatever had happened, it had to be quite awful. She wasn’t one to invest in tears; she said as much before. Therefore, hearing her in such a distraught state, it distressed me because I didn’t know what to do or how to solve it for her. “Where are you? Can I come see you at least? I’ll bring some hot cocoa and warm hugs.”

“I’m sorry, but I want to be alone. I left a folder at the shop. Everything’s there. Again, I’m sorry…I have to go,” she hurriedly said before the line went dead.

Baffled, I sat there, frowning at the phone for a few seconds before expelling a longwinded sigh, standing up, and making my way towards the garage.

Once I got to the coffee shop, just as she had promised, I found Ginny had left a folder with paperwork attached with a USB drive. Lucky thing I brought in my laptop with me.

Cradling a scalding cup of coffee, I chose my favorite spot with the girls and situated myself on the tattered leather before beginning to browse through Ginny’s notes. Funny how she couldn’t drop it off at my house. I knew she was upset, but why was she avoiding me? Did I do something wrong?

Too preoccupied with the work before, I didn’t realize the shadow hovering close behind up until someone cleared their throat.

“May I have a word with you? Gisele, isn’t it?”

I paused before looking up, astounded as the words got stuck in my throat, wondering why I was staring at a woman who closely resembled Paige, Jared’s departed wife.

CHAPTER32

Jared

Seeingthat it was the end of the month, I normally tried to head home around seven in the evening, much later if there was a faulty, unresolved project. I was beginning to appreciate why Peter brought some of his work home, and I supposed I’d end up doing the same.

After the Thanksgiving dinner, I hadn’t had the chance to properly speak to Anahl about the vault in the basement. I’d been bombarded with work and personal obstacles, one after the other. It had rather taken a toll on me. I admitted, Gisele’s new role in my life was a blessing, but it’d also proved to be challenging. But even though I was stretching myself at both ends, I’d never been happier, and at the end of the day, it was what counted the most.

It was thirty before midnight when I dragged myself into the house, exhaustion seeping through me with each step. My neck and shoulders were tremendously throbbing, and I hoped Gisele would take pity on me and offer to rub it away.

The bedroom was dark upon entering. Treading carefully, I strode towards the bed area, double checking if she was asleep, and she was. My heart swelled at the sight of her sleeping figure before I retreated into the bathroom then turned the dial to shower.

Once finished, I dried off and didn’t even bother to don any form of sleepwear since I was most comfortable snoozing in the nude. Upon reaching the bed, I gently slipped under the sheets before pulling Gisele’s body against my own. Burrowing my nose into the base of her neck, I breathed her in as my hand tightened around her abdomen, pulling her lower body closer to my groin.

“Kitten?” I whispered as my hand glided around her bottom, parting it softly as I lodged my length in between the crack, guiding my mushroom head to her slit as I began to nudge her cunt lips to open for me. She merely needed her clit to be rubbed a good minute or so until her body properly lubricated her passage.

The tip of my shaft precisely slid up and down her button. I let out an ardent growl as the first burst of wetness trickled out of her opening. My lips nipping her skin around her neck and shoulders, my hand sought her bosom, massaging it gently before my fingers tightened around her pebbled bud. Then I began to lightly pull at it. My dick’s measured movements continued until her cunt was drenched.

Shifting my pelvis to a certain angle, I continued until the head pierced into her hole. The instant sensation of her muscle ring constricting around the tip sent a pleasure current running all over me. It didn’t matter if I ravaged her pussy every single day; it never failed to revert to its snug state once her body got a reprieve. Though it still felt like fucking into a well-fit glove, her passage could manage to accommodate me unlike before.