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Tugging my pants back up, I feel around the wall for the light switch, I know it’s here somewhere.

Once I find it, I switch it on, blinding Raine momentarily. She’s so fucking sexy with her just fucked look and her face all flustered. It reminds me of the pictures I took of her sleeping with the tie around her neck. I watch her tug up her pants as she searches around for her top. Watching her is something I could do all day long.

After she has retrieved her top, I help her put it on.

There is a bathroom here, there are several actually, but I think I like the idea of her walking around with my come dripping out of her.

Satiated, I gently guide her back through the door we entered. I pause for a moment as I turn to check on the room where Jack is confined, listening closely. The door locks automatically, but I can’t shake the unease that comes with being too relaxed. I give the knob a firm twist to ensure it’s secure. Inside, it sounds like Jack is throwing a raucous party for one, lost in his own thoughts and arguing to himself again. It’s a strange comfort.

As we proceed outside, I receive a notification on my phone from the nurse, indicating that Howard is ready to be awakened from his coma. I share the news with Raine, and her expression transforms; it's the first glimpse of joy I've seen from her in several days.

We head back home, and a new sense of happiness fills the car. Raine is practically bouncing until we get there, and I can’t blame her.

The doctor remained to discuss Howard's condition. He provides a detailed explanation of the procedure, although some of the medical terminology is challenging to comprehend. The key information being that they will be removing him from the coma, after which they expect him to awaken on his own. However, the exact timeline for his recovery remains uncertain, making it a waiting game. I’m thankful that Linda is staying with us, as I have a meeting to attend shortly, and I prefer that Raine is not left alone during this time.

As the medical team prepares for Howard’s awakening, Raine and I leave the room and head to the garden. She immediately approaches the sunflowers, gently touching the petals. I follow her at a respectful distance, aware of the sensitive nature of the situation. I need to inform her that her mother's body is ready for release, but I hesitate, not wanting to dampen her spirits at the moment. I consider waiting until Howard regains consciousness to share this news with them both. While I understand the importance of transparency, I am reluctant to burden her with this information right now.

Observing her in the garden, it’s clear that she finds solace in nature. Clearing my throat to get her attention, I blow her a kiss before heading back inside to prepare for my meeting. I have to ensure I look professional for the occasion.

I take a moment to look myself over in the mirror, and if I do say so, I look absolutely dapper! Dressed in my sleek dark navy suit, faint grey pinstripes adding a dash of sophistication, I’ve paired it with a crisp light grey shirt that really pops. Silver cufflinks glint on my wrists, adding just the right amount of flair.

Feeling confident, I head downstairs, but as I reach the final step, a loud wolf whistle pierces the air, electrifying the moment. I turn to see Raine and Linda leaning against the entrance to the kitchen, their expressions brimming with mischief. Meeting Raine's gaze, I smirk and ask, “Like what you see?” But her smartass reply is like a spark,

“Don’t look at me, Linda was the one that whistled.”

Linda’s face goes pale with shock, and she slaps Raine on the back of the shoulder in a playful manner. I can’t help but laugh at both of them.

Raine walks toward me, while Linda disappears in the other direction. She gazes at me, a hint of tension filling the space between us. “You look hot,” she whispers in my ear. My cock reacts to her words, and I have to readjust myself. By the expression on her face, she noticed. “I can’t wait to get you out of this suit later,” she continues with a wink. She’s teasing me, I know it.

“Not if you're tied up you won’t,” I reply smartly, turning on my heels, leaving her with her mouth gaping at my comment.

The car ride to my father’s house felt like a ticking clock, every minute stretching out as Tony and I wind through familiar streets. It took us a solid twenty minutes to navigate the winding roads, the air thick with anticipation. Tony gathered a handful of staff members for the meeting, and they are already inside, bustling about as they set up the room for what feels like an impending storm.

A flutter of nerves dance in my stomach, a reminder of the weight of what is to come. These men and their demeanor echo the serious air that my father always carried. It strikes me now how distant I felt from those memories. The last meeting I attended was a lifetime ago. My father had deemed me a liability, convinced that my unfiltered nature might embarrass him in front of his associates. He longed for a compliant son, a puppet to pull strings, and I have never fit that mold.

Inhaling deeply, I try to steady my racing heart, before I step through the threshold. The door creaks softly, ushering me into a room that feels heavy with unspoken expectations.