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Not a day would go by without him giving her what she wanted. It would be his mission in life to constantly put a smile on her face, to put a ring on her finger, and one day soon, put his child in her stomach. Just the thought of her swollen with his kid was enough to make him pull his own cock out and begin to work the length.

She’d make for a damn fine mother and wife.

The truth was, he loved her.

The fire in her eyes. The passion in her body, and the love he’d caught a glimpse off was all his to possess. He just needed to make sure he never destroyed that.

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On rare occasions, Jack would send her home before him with Wallace. Rachel would sit in the back of the car and reflect on how her life had changed. She’d been with Jack for a couple of months now, and she couldn’t even begin to believe that when he first met her she’d been counting change for a piece of pie.

The clothes she wore, the life she led, it was all different. She didn’t check the job section or go to the grocery store. She no longer heated up noodles for herself. Someone else always cooked for her while she spent every second with Jack, apart from those days he needed privacy to do his work.

She never stopped being herself though. The clothes she’d worn when he first met her were still hanging up in her wardrobe, and she’d stare at them, knowing in her heart she’d never forget, not once.

Running her fingers down the worn fabric, remembering the tears she’d spilled out of fear.

Her life with Jack hadn’t been what she expected either. His personal little stripper wasn’t all she was. He didn’t toss her aside until he fancied being in the mood. They were together most of the time, but the sex didn’t dominate it. In fact, she calculated that she spent more times in her clothes than out of them. They’d laugh, and he even liked playing guessing games with her. It was something she did to amuse herself while the time went by.

When her monthly cycle had come, she’d expected him to ignore her but he didn’t. Instead, he’d lain behind her, watching a sad movie and rubbing her stomach. He was so caring.

No matter what he said, she knew the truth, and he wasn’t like the people she’d met at the charity event. He was so much different. She couldn’t even imagine him being the way he described.

She’d showered, changed, and pinned her hair up, and she knew it wouldn’t be long before Jack got home.

Walking downstairs, she paused when she saw Felicity from the party, standing in the entryway, looking all superior as she stared up at her.

“Well, if it’s not the little resident whore.” Felicity sneered each word, looking at Rachel as if she was worthless.

Rachel kept her head high as she moved downstairs until she was on the same level as the other woman. She never would be though. This woman was way too tall wearing her six-inch stiletto heels.

Still, Rachel didn’t say anything.

“Your pussy must really be made of gold. You’re nothing but a piece of trash. He likes doing that, you know, taking in the trash. You disgust me just by being in my sight.”

Rachel tilted her head, looking at the other woman. Over the years she’d been called many names, and most of them just rolled off her like waves on the beach. This woman was trying to hurt her, using words that would cut most women to the core.

Why?

“What have I ever done to offend you?” Rachel asked.

“You’ve wormed your way into Jack’s life. You’re not the woman he needs for this house. He needs a real woman.”

“Last time I checked I had everything that makes me a woman.”

Felicity advanced on her, but Rachel was used to people standing over her, glaring, slapping, yelling. It was all the same, and none of them had the power to hurt her, only herself.

She didn’t stop the slap that landed across her face, or the spit that followed on her cheek. Being spat on was a new one. Before she could do anything, Felicity was jerked away from her, and Rachel wiped the mess from her cheek, watching as Jack pinned Felicity against the wall with a hand around her neck.

“Who the fuck do you think you are coming into my home, attacking my woman, and spitting in her face?”

“Everyone knows you’re only using her to spite everyone else.”

“I fucking love that woman you all despise. Rachel is worth a shitload more than you, and you dare enter my home. I was dealing with your father. He was begging me not to remove my funding just because his spiteful shit of a daughter decided to hurt the woman I love.” Jack shook his head. “I was going to ignore what happened a month ago. I’m not going to ignore this. I suggest you go home and tell your father what you’ve just done.” He leaned in close. “This time I won’t have any mercy.”

Felicity cowered. “No, you can’t do it. My father needs that funding. He needs what only you can provide.”

Rachel watched as Felicity began to beg. It was rather strange to see the woman brought so low, who only moments ago believed she possessed all the power, and in a way, she did. But it wasn’t the same now, and it would never be the same.

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