Chapter 238 Bonus Chapter – Life and Death of Jonah (Part 1)

Chapter 238 Bonus Chapter – Life and Death of Jonah (Part 1)
Jonah’s POV – 12 years ago

I have never been able to control the anger or desires that course through my veins. Even at a young age, I was prone to anger fits, and I got what I wanted when I wanted it. When I saw her standing up on that ladder, hanging a sign in the courtyard, I swear my soul left my body. I had never met her before, yet I wanted to claim her. Who was she? She hadn’t been to any of the parties in the first month of prep school. I didn’t have any classes with her either.

I walked across the courtyard, straight to the ladder, and bumped it.

“AAAAAAAAH!” She screamed as she ceremoniously fell onto me. I made sure to catch her, so my hand was under her uniform skirt and pressed against the cotton of her panties.

Fuck. She’s so soft. So, fucking soft and smells like heaven.

Angry dark brown eyes stared up at me. “Put me down, you jerk!” She squealed.

I lightly placed her on her feet and stared down at her. She was relatively short, 5’5”, I would say. Jet black, curled hair framed her ivory skin. I pictured her more as a blonde with her complexion. It was definitely dyed. She was chubby, but that didn’t bother me in the least. I liked my girls with substance. Chubby equaled juicy in my eyes. I could tell the way her uniform shirt strained at her chest that she had nice tits hidden underneath.

“MADDY!” Her friend shrieked and ran to her. “Are you ok?”

“Yeah, I’m fine, Lane,” Maddy replied.

“Thank God that JJ was here to catch you,” Lane said, straightening the back of Maddy’s skirt.

“He was the one who knocked me off the ladder in the first place!” Maddy said disgruntled.

“Sorry, Maddy,” I said. Fuck. Maddy. Maddy, the taste of her name on my tongue was delicious. “I tripped and fell. I’m really sorry. Can I buy you lunch to make it up to you?”

“It was an accident, but thank you for apologizing,” Maddy expressed. “No, thank you on the lunch, though.”

No?!? She said no. To me. JJ Marc. Well, technically, I was Jonah Marceaux, but I chose not to use my legal name because of my dad. Being the son of a world-famous judge turned political figure was not how I wanted to be known.

“I insist,” I urged.

“Are you hard of hearing? I said, no thank you,” Maddy stated.

The nerve of this girl, saying no to me. Fuck, it made me want her more. I turned around and walked away. Maddy, you are going to be mine. I don’t care if you want to or not. You are mine.

I spent that night not going out, which was rare for me on a Friday night, but I couldn’t stop thinking about Maddy.

Earlier, I stopped by the office right after I met her, and after a quick fuck with the receptionist in the supply closet, she gave me access to the student files.

Madelaine Black

She wasn’t your typical girl. Straight A student, numerous awards and recommendations at her previous school. Fuck. Smart and pretty. A deadly combination. I stole her picture from the file, tucking it into my pocket.

“Thank you, Rosalind,” I smirked, about to leave the office. “It’s always a pleasure doing… business with you.”

“Have a good night, JJ,” Rosalind said, smiling.

Now, I’m lying on the couch looking at Maddy’s picture with my cock in my hand.

“Fuck, Maddy,” I groaned as I gripped my cock. “I need to be inside you.”

I stroked, long sensual strokes up and down my cock. Imagining it was her lips enveloping me. God, her tits popped into my head, and I pictured fucking those perfect tits and spraying all over her face. Then she would thank me and beg me to fuck her pussy and ass. That thought pushed me over the edge, and I shot cum all over my chest and stomach. There was so much cum. I think that’s the best orgasm I’ve ever had, and it was all thanks to one raven-haired girl who would be mine.

Over the next 5 weeks, I lowkey stalked her. I had memorized her timetable and made it my mission to be where she showed up. Yet, she still didn’t acknowledge my presence. “Who the fuck does she think she is?” I asked Dylan.

“Just forget about her,” Dylan said, lounging on the couch in my apartment. “There is plenty of pussy out there for you to get.”

“I don’t want anyone else,” I barked out.

“Whoa, man, calm the fuck down,” Dylan said, holding up his arms in surrender. “I heard that Maddy, Lane, and Parmeet are going to the Halloween party at Surinder’s house on Saturday.”

“Oh, really?” I said, raising my eyebrow. “She never goes to parties.”

“Parmeet is Surinder’s sister,” Dylan informed me. “She convinced Lane and Maddy to come to the party.”

“Well,” I grinned. “Cheers to Parmeet.” I clinked my beer can against Dylan’s.

The door opened to my apartment, and Vincent walked in, followed by Robin and Kent.

“Hey, judge,” Vincent said, plunking down on my couch. “Any progress with Fatty Maddy?”

I leaped to my feet so fast my beer spilled all over the floor. My hands wrenched Vincent off the couch and threw him hard against the wall. My hand went straight to his throat to cut off his air supply.

“DON’T YOU EVER CALL HER THAT AGAIN!” I snarled at him. “IF YOU DO, I WILL LITERALLY RIP YOUR THROAT OUT THROUGH YOUR NOSTRILS.”

I pushed harder at his throat.

“Do you understand me?” I asked.

Vincent let out a gurgle and nodded his head. I let go of his throat, and he dropped to the floor, panting and gasping for air.

I turned to the other members of the jury. “If any of you dare to badmouth Maddy even once, you are out of the group, and you will be out of time on this earth as well. Do I make myself clear?”

In unison, they all replied, “Yes, Judge.”