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“I don't understand any of this.” She says quietly, shaking her head.

“Jack is a lawyer, right?” She nods her head while biting the nail of her thumb. “As I said, my father is not a good man, there could be several reasons, or cases even, that would make Jack watch my family.”

Suddenly she rises so I follow her. “But it could still be a possibility he followed me,” she says, tilting her head up so her gaze lands on me.

“It is, he has never tried to get close, that is, until the night you came here.”

Gently, I embrace her and she cuddles into me, her arms wrapping tighter around me.

Again, I hate to do it, but it must be done. “What are you and Jack to each other?” I ask, swallowing the hard lump that has formed in my throat while I wait for her to answer.

“What do you mean?” she says, retreating away from me.

I take hold of both of her hands so that she doesn’t move. “I mean...What is Jack to you? Brother...friend...boyfriend?”

Gazing directly in my eyes she replies with confusion laced across her face. “Until the other night, nothing.”

“The other night?” I repeat, trying to understand what she means.

“Well…It was…the first day I met you, actually.” Realization covers her face. “Shit. Shit. Shit. Seriously? How could I be so stupid?” She yells, backing up.

Firmly, I grip her hand again, “I need you to explain to me what you are freaking out about. I don’t understand?”

Without words she nods, gently coaxing me over toward the seat.

Slowly, she starts explaining about her and Jack, how she loved him growing up, but he was always cold with her, pushing her away.

After a slight pause, she moves on to the events of what happened the first night we met. I stay quiet while she speaks, grinding my teeth. I hate hearing how she made out with Jack, but I’m also glad she’s not afraid to tell me, I love how honest she is.

As we both go over her story, we come to the same conclusion, that Jack only came to Raine that night because he saw us in the garden. Firmly, she assures me that even without me in the picture, she would have declined him. Yes, she loved him, and thought at one point they could have been more, but that died years ago. Now the only thing to work out is why? Why did Jack come on to Raine that night, and why did he follow her? Why is he watching my family? Both are connected somehow; I just don’t know how.

Briefly, I explain to Raine about my father. I tell her that there are things he has me do, but I don’t tell her what it is. I only explain that my father has information I need on a loved one, and I have no choice other than to do what he says.

Thatwasanoverwhelmingamount of information to absorb at one time, my mind whirls as I grapple with the shocking realization of what Jack attempted. He knew that I have always loved him, and he tried to use that to his own advantage. Why? I don’t know.

Don told me everything he knew, which wasn’t much. He explained a little about his father, and that there are certain tasks he must do for him. There are some things he hasn’t told me. Hopefully with time, he will trust me enough to open up. I know it sounds stupid, and we haven’t known each other long.

We both choose to shake off all negativity and not let all this mess sabotage the rest of our night, there is nothing we can change right now. To take our minds off it, we agree to watch a movie. We move inside onto the sofa and Don grabs us some blankets so we can snuggle up. “What is your favorite movie?” I ask him, scrolling through the list on the TV. I haven’t got a clue what most of these are.

“I don't really watch TV, so you pick!”

“Me either, I prefer books,” I shrug.

“I’ll be happy with whatever you choose,” he whispers.

Gently leaning in he begins kissing my neck. “I’d much rather watch you,” he continues, kissing his way to my jaw.

“If you keep this up, we won't be watching anything,” I whisper back at him.

“Oh, that suits me fine, Sweetheart.” he bites down on my earlobe causing me to gasp loudly. Slowly coaxing me downwards, with each kiss of my neck he gives me a gentle nudge.

“I know what you are trying to do, and it's not going to work,” I say in a playful voice, slapping him on the cheek softly.

“And why is that?” He raises an eyebrow at me.

“Because of this.”

With all the strength I can summon, I guide him backward until he collapses onto the sofa, he’s not entirely settled; his legs dangle off the edge. Determined, I grip his bottoms, tugging with all my might, until his cock springs free. My mouth waters as I gaze at him and everything else fades to a tranquil blur. Quickly he pulls himself up into a sitting position, and he locks his eyes on mine. The darkness in his gaze thickens the air around us, the tension palpable. Not letting him say a word, I slide to the floor and position myself between his legs. Without hesitation, I drop my head. My nose gently skims his cock, and one at a time, I pop his balls into my mouth, gently massaging them with my tongue. “Mm...Ooo... Sweetheart,” he groans as his hands curl into fists, his knuckles turning white.

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