Jayden’s breath caught. For a heartbeat, she just looked at me, eyes shining with something raw and hopeful. Then, in a rush, the words tumbled out. "I... I want to be your bodyguard."
I blinked, surprised. "Baby, you don’t have to—"
"No, wait," she interrupted, stepping back just a fraction so she could meet my eyes without looking away.
"I know you don’t need my protection. Not really. But... I want to be useful. I want to be the one who keeps you safe. Who watches your back when you’re not looking? Because I know you’re important to a lot of people now. And I... I want to be part of that. Part of you."
I stopped her with a gentle finger to her lips, then took both her hands in mine and pressed a kiss to her knuckles. "Okay. Okay. From now on, you will be my personal bodyguard. And you will include Yelena and Claire with yourself. From this moment, the three of you will protect me."
Jayden’s eyes widened, stunned for a second, then the biggest, brightest smile broke across her face — the one that still made my chest ache with how beautiful she was. She nodded quickly, almost too eager.
Jayden nodded with a soft "Hmmm..." against my chest, the sound warm and happy, vibrating through me like a promise.
For a long moment, she just stayed there, forehead pressed to my shirt, breathing me in like she was afraid I’d disappear again. Then she pulled back just enough to look up at me, cheeks still flushed, eyes sparkling with something so tender it hurt.
"I’ll go find Sister Yelena and Sister Claire right now," she said, voice shy but determined, already taking a step toward the garden path. "We’ll start training this afternoon. I want to make sure I’m ready for my new role."
That single word — Sister — landed like a warm stone in my chest. She’d gone from being the woman I pulled out of Mexico to being one of us. The guilt from leaving her behind eased a fraction.
Before I could say anything else, a memory slammed into me like a wave. I remembered the night before I left for Japan — Kate and her pathetic cuckold husband, the way her husband had watched, humiliated, useless.
The thrill of it still burned under my skin. And then there was Jennifer... the woman I hadn’t touched or even spoken to properly since that wild party months ago.
I pulled my phone from my pocket and dialed her number first. It rang once, twice, then clicked.
"Hello?" Jennifer’s voice came through, soft and trembling like a leaf in the wind.
"Hey, baby," I said, leaning against the garden wall, already walking toward the road. "Where are you?"
"I’m... I’m at home," she answered, the tremble in her voice getting stronger. "Jack... I’m here. Just... waiting."
"I’m ing over right now," I told her, voice calm but urgent. "We’ll talk when we meet. Everything will be fine. I promise."
I hung up without waiting for another word and started walking down the path that led straight to her villa — the beautiful white house right next to ours, nestled in the same garden.
Jennifer was already running toward me the moment she saw me, her long hair flying, eyes wide with that mix of fear and hope she always got when I showed up.
I opened my arms the second she reached me, pulling her against my chest so tightly that her small frame was crushed against mine. She melted instantly, trembling harder this time, her fingers digging into my shirt like she was terrified I’d vanish the moment she blinked. Her breath hitched against my neck, hot and shaky.
"Jack..." she whispered, voice breaking into a thousand pieces. "You came. You really came..."
The words hit me like a punch to the gut — soft, broken, and so full of fear that my arms tightened even more. I felt her heart hammering against my ribs, racing just like mine.
Without thinking, I brought my hand down and gave her ass a loud, sharp slap — the kind that made the air crack. Her body jolted forward, a surprised gasp escaping her lips.
"Why didn’t you contact Julie... or any of the others when I was away?" I growled, voice low and rough, still holding her close. "You know I would’ve answered the second I got your message. You didn’t have to stay silent like that."
Jennifer flinched at the slap but didn’t pull away. She just buried her face deeper into my chest, cheeks burning hot under my palms. "I... I didn’t want to bother others..." she admitted, voice small and trembling. "I thought... I thought you had forgotten about me. That I was just... some girl from the past. A mistake. I didn’t want to be another call you couldn’t answer."
I stopped her words with my thumb brushing her lower lip, then gently pinched her nose the way I always did when she got too deep into her head — playful, but laced with just enough force to make her look up at me.
"Alright... I know." I sighed, pulling her even closer so her forehead rested against my collarbone. "It was my fault. I should’ve called you. Should’ve checked in. The guilt over leaving everyone behind... I never meant to disappear on you, too."
Jennifer suddenly pinched my waist hard — the way only she ever did, her nails digging in just enough to make me grunt. Her eyes flashed up at me, full of hurt and anger and something hotter.
"What’s going on with you and Kate?" she demanded, voice shaky but sharp. "A few days ago, she called me — out of the blue — asking to meet at that bar we used to go to."
"When she was drunk, she was talking... about you. How you fucked her in front of her husband. How you made her scream your name while he watched, helpless and useless."
"She said it made her so wet she almost came right there. Jack... is that true? Are you really doing that to her now?"
My hand froze mid-stroke on her back. The memory of that night before I left for Japan flashed behind my eyes — Kate’s legs wrapped around me, her pathetic cuckold husband on his knees in the corner, tears in his eyes, while I took her raw and deep, grunting her name as I owned her.
She’d e so hard she’d soaked the sheets, moaning loud enough for the whole room to hear. And now she was dragging Jennifer into it... trying to make her jealous, to feel the same thrill.
I chuckled darkly, low in my throat, and spun Jennifer around so her back was pressed against the wall of the villa, my body caging her in. I leaned down until our lips were almost touching, breath hot and heavy against her mouth.
"Yes," I said simply, voice dripping with wicked satisfaction. "That’s exactly what I did. And I’d do it again in a heartbeat."
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