Chapter 72

POV Jack

Clayre crawls across the mattress with her naked body, sensually, running her fingers over her lips to tease me. She moves her hips, alternating erotic poses. At times she is facing me, letting me see her luscious pink nipples, and at others she is facing away, sticking her ass out. Her innocent eyes roam my body with desire. She sits on the bed and runs her hands over her abdomen, slowly moving up to her breasts and using her fingers to trace the areolas. My body gets excited, my mind fills with fantasies and every second I am dying to fuck her hard. Clayre drives me crazy when she spreads her legs and slides her fingers down to her own pussy, red with desire. Fissured and hard, I approach her and bring my cock to her mouth. Her lips are wet and I slide the head over them, tracing them, until I gently insert it into her mouth. Her eyes close and her head moves, wanting to swallow it all at once.

I put my hand in her hair, intertwining the strands, at the same time I press my hips, thrusting deep into her throat. She moans as I gasp, loving the sight of her with her mouth filled with my size. The sucking noise and her wet tongue circling my erection drive me crazy.

I hold her head and start thrusting into her little mouth, hitting deep into her throat as she swallows and fills my cock with saliva.

"Fuck Clayre, fuck, how delicious."

Her eyes blink faster, her mouth opens even wider and I hold myself back from cumming, thrusting one last time before pulling away.

I lie on top of her body and eagerly spread her legs. I slide the glans on her clitoris and rub it progressively until she sees her wet. I penetrate her tight pussy all at once and, hastily, I thrust aggressively. My left hand grabs her neck and she opens her mouth in ecstasy. Her moans intensify, her legs spread wider and her luscious breasts sway with the violence of the thrusts.

The walls of her pussy get used to my size and I hold her legs to fuck her harder. Her eyes watch my erection invade her while her hands hold her own legs, giving me free access. In a body-to-body game, I turn her on her back and position her on all fours. Clayre spreads her legs and shakes her hips to tease me.

" Jack, I want it harder. 一 Her spicy words activate my wild beast and I arrogantly grab her thin waist.

I shove my erection into her pussy and collide our ends with acidity. Loving the feeling of invading her like this and being squeezed by her tight opening.

Body to body. Possessed by lack of control.

Clayre lets his body fall onto the bed and I fit myself on his back. I lift his right leg laterally, sliding it up and mercilessly I enter progressively. The smell we give off, the sweat, his skin reddened by my touches and his messy hair demonstrate our longing.

My body vibrates, with the wet texture that allows a precise and deep slide. My hips project brutally against his ass and his body rocks with the impact. I run my hand laterally over his body and bring my index finger to his mouth. Clayre sucks it while he moans softly and arches his back, wanting more of me.

His hot sin like embers contracts around my cock causing my body to burn. The roars escape hoarsely from me, my chest inflates, blocking the air, his irresistible pussy becomes excessively wet and my cock throbs.

The intense and frantic movements.

The uncontrollable flame of desire that turns into pleasure.

I hold on to his body, burying myself deep as my liquid fills him. I bite her shoulder while she moans, still overcome by pleasure. Her soft texture doesn't allow me to leave her and her soft voice is persuasive and passionate.

" Jack, I missed you so much. 一 Clayre moves her body, and in seconds she is on top of mine.

She adjusts herself and our faces are glued together. Her lips kiss mine tenderly and her teeth nibble lightly sweetly.

I hold her face and admire her.

" My love, nothing will separate us. Now it's just the two of us

and we won't need to prove anything to anyone anymore. I love you.

" I love you too!

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POV Clayre

Jack's words about "everything is possible" never left me during all the days that passed, and he made sure to always stay by my side. We spent mornings and nights together while everything gradually changed. They didn’t tell me anything, not even why my father stayed with me for so long. After a month, he finally returned to Charleston. It felt like he was healing from something and that my presence and love were necessary.

I went back to my routine at the bar, happy to be living again, but I feel the questioning looks from some of Jack’s customers. Many are still here just out of curiosity—to see the stepdaughter who "stole" the mother’s "husband." Liana stopped giving news after the first appointment to check on the baby, but today, two months after refusing to take the compatibility test, I finally want to know why.

I grab a bottle of whiskey, pour it into a glass with ice, and hear someone make a nasty comment.

"This girl should be ashamed. She stole her pregnant mother’s husband. I hope she suffers a lot in life."

"Yeah, she’s going to be both sister and stepmother to the baby. What a slut."

I turn away, avoiding looking at them, and sigh sadly.

"Clayre, don’t mind them," Kal warns.

"It’s hard, but I’m trying. Who ordered this drink?"

He smiles and points to the man leaning against the cash register, talking to Jack.

"Your little friend."

"Baylor. He’s a good guy."

Since I met him at the hospital, he has become a constant presence at the bar. Almost every night he’s not traveling for work, he stops by, chatting with me or Jack.

"How is Jack not jealous of him? The guy is handsome, always talking to you, and my friend is extremely intolerant, especially with anyone who even looks at you."

A long laugh escapes me.

"I don’t know, but you see, he treats me like a sister. It’s different—you can tell there’s no bad intention. I think Jack noticed that."

Kal frowns in doubt.

"I need you to do me a favor. I’m going out to the church, just for a bit. If your jealous friend asks, tell him you didn’t see me."

"What are you up to, Clayre?"

"Please, I promise it’s all fine. It’s important."

He sighs in objection but ends up giving in.

"Alright! Go before I change my mind about covering for you."

I glance again at the two talking cheerfully and discreetly head toward the back, slipping out. I walk quickly to my car, take a deep breath, and recall the words I rehearsed all week to say to my mother. It doesn’t take long before I park in front of her building. I get out of the car, anxious and ready to hear the truth.

"Whatever it is, I’m ready."

The building has simple security, and I show my ID to confirm I’m her daughter, quickly getting permission to go up. I stare at my reflection in the elevator, trying to stay strong. What else could Liana say to hurt me? I believe no words could—after all, nothing compares to the pain that tormented me in the hospital as I waited for her for hours.

I step out of the elevator and find her apartment door open. I let out a shaky breath, freezing as I hear her talking to someone. My feet are a step away from entering, but I stop when I hear a disturbing statement.

"There’s no point staying here anymore. Jack has admitted to being with that little whore."

The voice belongs to a man. I try to recognize it but can’t.

"You set up everything on the trip so her father would finally take her out of our way and you two could get married, and once again, it failed. Why didn’t you take the damn test so we could save time?"

I clutch my chest, unable to believe what I’m hearing. Slowly, I take a step back, trying to understand what’s happening.

"I couldn’t take it anymore, Harry. I’m tired of all this."

The man seems to be the same one who robbed Jack.

"He won’t marry me. It’s pointless."

"Yeah, but you’re the only one who benefited, even if you have to take care of this child. Do you really think he’ll take responsibility for the baby? That girl showed up and ruined all our plans—I lost my chance to bring him down. And the child will only have a right to the fortune when they come of age. This pregnancy was unnecessary."

"Jack won’t let anything be missing. He’ll give me whatever money I ask for—I’ll make sure to split it with you."

Everything goes silent, and I can’t believe she fooled everyone. I won’t leave without making her hear me—I can do this.

Furious, I storm inside. As I pass through the door, I find them both sitting on the couch, and they quickly notice my presence. Startled, they stand, and she tries to regain her composure, adjusting her dress. The movement of her hands is enough to highlight her now larger pregnancy belly.

"Clayre?" She calls my name, seeming unable to believe I’m here.

I confirm that the man is indeed Harry, Jack’s former partner. Overcome with grief, I decide to confront her. It hurts to know she has no integrity, that she was helping a thief.

"Seriously? How long have you two been deceiving everyone?"

Her expression darkens, and her eyes fill with rage. Harry smirks.

"Huh, I don’t get it, Liana. What’s your fake daughter doing here? Didn’t you say you told your ex-husband everything? I thought this whole family drama was over."

"You have nothing to do with this. Aren’t you ashamed of stealing money from Jack?" I snap back, frustrated, but then I start to process his words—the part where he said “fake daughter.”

"Liana always said she came back for revenge. I didn’t believe it, but you bewitched Bourbon, and now it’s clear. You’re a real whore. Did you come to gloat about winning?"

"What? She’s not my mother? What are you talking about?"

Liana puts a hand on her face impatiently and presses her lips together.

"Leave, Harry. I need to talk to her."

He obeys and walks out the door.

"Fake mother…" I repeat in disbelief.

She doesn’t look away, her arrogant expression fixed on her face. Even in silence, she radiates resentment. The pieces that once seemed scattered start to fit together in my mind. All the times she didn’t show up, the failed attempts to get a word of affection or a kind gesture. The invisible, bitter wall that always stood between us had a hidden truth—one that couldn’t be seen but was felt strongly.

Is that why I never received her love?

"Did my father say nothing?"

"No, but now I understand why."

I whisper, devastated, as memories flood back—reliving every time I asked my father:

"Where’s Mom? Why didn’t she come to see me today?"

The pain returns, sharp and intense, bringing back all the resentment and doubts. I used to think it was my fault—I thought that when I was born, I had ruined her life. I thought I had been rebellious, a bad daughter, bad enough to make her leave. When she threw me out of her heart, making me feel like a curse, I believed I was the problem.

But now, discovering that everything—the pleas, the fears—was felt in the wrong way makes my heart turn cold.