It's fairly evident that she doesn't want to speak to him because she slammed the door furiously without saying anything to him.
As she approached her house, her nostrils flared as she watched him through the window get into his car. She then hit her hand so forcefully against the wall.
Instead of letting one rude act turn her from being happy and she is content to being bitter and angry, she kept allowing the anger she experienced a long time ago to linger in her memories.
She destroyed everything nearby after recalling what had occurred when she and Ken went out the previous night.
She had the impression that she was expanding mentally as the room seemed to be closing in around her.
escalating in fury
She held the glass and shattered it on the ground.
She had no idea Ken could do such a thing. She felt sorry for Jackson for ever being angry with him for saving her from being raped by Ken. Her heart raced in her chest because she has so much hatred for Jackson.
Jackson was concerned about Kate and wondered if she had eaten anything because she appeared to be on the verge of committing suicide.
He traced it back to Kate's; he doesn't care how Kate's rage grows; he can deal with it.
When he arrived, he ran into Melissa and Grace, and as they were about to enter the house, he stopped them by calling out to them.
"Please excuse me; I'm looking for someone who lives around here," he said to Grace.
His face appears strange to her, and she wonders who he might be looking for. "What's her name?" she asks, looking into his eyes and seeing Melissa in him.
"I'm Jackson, If you know Kate, please let her know I'm waiting for her."
Melissa approached him and stared at him for a while, asking, "Are you my mommy's friend?" She asked him
Jackson was surprised to learn that Grace is her mother and that she never for one day tell him about she having a child.
there's resemblance between him and Melissa. "Yes, dear, and I'm also your friend," he smiles.
"Yes, sweetheart, and I'm also your friend," he beams.
"No, you are not my friend; you frequently cause Mom to cry, so you are a bad person," she retorted.
"Who told you that, darling?" he questioned.
"Our teacher said if you cause someone to cry, you are a bad person."she said
"I'm sorry about that."
"No, apologize to mom; she will accept it and you have my friendship."
She said.
Jackson grinned, recognizing himself in her, but Kate had never said previously that she was expecting a child.
Then, who is the father?
"Okay, sweetheart, I will do that," he said, caressing her cheeks. She resembles him exactly. "Am I a father?" He asked himself.
Jackson left without seeing Kate, but he couldn't stop thinking about Melissa. It's obvious from the looks on her face that she is his daughter, but he wasn't convinced. He couldn't stay another day without learning who Melissa is to him.
He hadn't considered asking Kate because she had kept the secret from him for so long, but now is the time for him to act. Visiting them will be a good way for him to get the information he needs.
Even though Kate is angry, he doesn't care.
He does not wish to be a father who does not provide fatherly care for his child.
He spent his night thinking about Melissa, and if he is indeed Melissa's father, not even Melissa's mother will stop him from asserting his right as a father. "Now he has to do something," he reasoned.
The way Jackson punched Ken has left his spine hanging off his shoulder, and anger has crept up on him since that day until now because no one had ever beaten him before. Ken was in his room, reflecting on the incident.
That way, he hinders him from fulfilling his selfish desire for Kate. He won't be happy until he has enticed Kate into bed and enjoyed every delightful aspect of her, but he must first get rid of Jackson.
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Ken, who was still in his room, was peering out the window with a revolver in his hand as the skies grew ominous and it began to rain.
He worries that the rain won't stop for a while based on how it now looks.
He lolled as he careered, an arm through the glass, feeling the breeze blow through the window as the way Jackson beat him conjured in his memory, vowing to kill Jackson so that he could have Kate all to himself.
He can't let Jackson go until he is cast out of the earth. Anger crept over him as he looked at the heavy thunder strikes, causing him to slam his window. He kept the mask he would use and covered his face on one side to disguise himself in the sense of attacking Jackson, honestly waiting for the rain to stop so that he could trace the exact point where Jackson normally stays alone, but through Kate it will not be hard to locate him.
He wanted to appear and be received by Kate right away after all that he had done to her. He peeked through the window to see if the rain was going to ease off, but it wasn't; instead, it was getting worse. He lowered his head and thought for a while, coming to terms with the idea of getting soaked; perhaps with this thought, Kate would have no choice but to forgive him.
He prayed that he would find a way into Kate's life since he felt her flesh on his and thought that she was very alluring. He imagined getting inside of her and making her scream for more.
He walked slowly to his main room, picked up his car key that was hanging on the wall, and drove almost immediately to Kate's house. He planned to make Kate fall deeply in love with him and experience the emotional pain she had caused him when she refused to let him into her body. He believes he would do everything in his power to make Kate regret ever refusing to give him access to her body.
He exited his car as soon as he arrived at Kate's house. The rain was still pouring heavily, but he didn't mind getting feverish in the process. He stood outside Kate's compound. The rain was still drizzling, but as long as he can get Kate's forgiveness, he doesn't mind.
"Kate, please forgive me; I'm so sorry for what happened between us."
He still standing in the rain, shouting Kate's name but getting no response from her, this time his voice was so loud that people living far away could hear him: "Please, Kate, I love you so much; I'm a changed person, please."
Kate was disturbed by his voice; she pepped through the window; the cloud was full of rain that refused to stop dripping.
She saw him soaking wet in the rain and was moved by his plight. She grabbed an umbrella from her room to protect him.
Ken was still shouting her name with both eyes closed when he suddenly felt warmth beneath him. He was unable to feel the rain's dripping again, and he wept angrily, knowing full well that his plan had failed.
"When it rains like this again, don't forget to bring your umbrella," her voice sounds so mellifluous he can feel Kate right beside him; he wonders if he was dreaming; he doesn't want to open his eyes anymore because her voice sounds so great to be held.
He was startled when she touched his shoulder, letting him know that it wasn't a dream. He turned around to hug her tightly, not letting her take a breath.
"Babe, thank you for coming up to me; I miss you so much; please give me the opportunity to prove to you how loyal I am," he said to her.
She pulls away from his embrace because she recalls the previous time she tried to give him a chance and he messed it up; she doesn't think she can do that again because he always manages to mess things up.
"Please understand that you need to go home and freshen up in order to avoid getting cold."
She managed to say this, while casting him a furious gaze; her gaze gave him the impression that she was madly angry with him, and he has to do everything he can to ensure that she gives him another chance in her life.
"Please, Kate, my life is empty without you in there, and I feel like dying if you leave me." Kate was knocked down by his words.
She has to let him know that she has forgiven him to make him go home and freshen up after being drenched. She doesn't want to be the cause of his death. She strokes his cheek and says, "Look at you, handsome."
She smiled and held him, even though she didn't feel good about allowing him back into her life again. She had to pretend just for today, she guessed. "I have given you a chance to prove yourself loyal to me," she said.
Ken's heart rate increased as he realized he could use Kate to get Jackson and kill him. Her sexy body brightened his face. He needed to show her how seriously he needed to lure her to bed.
He has to gain her trust in order for him to carry out his plan and see it through.
"Oh my God, sweetie, I'm living now."He said as he continued, "I love you, baby." Thank you so much, you have no idea how pleased I am to have you back," he grinned, hugging her tightly.
Kate trembled as a result of Ken's words, fearing that she didn't love him at all.
Jackson is the only one who makes her heart race; she doesn't understand why it has taken her so long to forgive him and embrace the long-awaited happiness; she wishes she could be in his arms again.
Ken held her, and despite the rain and cold, it felt so right to have her by his side.
Wind and rain slashed at them as they hurried into the house, reaching for the door handle.
Ken sat down on the couch, watching every step Kate took and wishing he could grab her and gobble her up like food.
He has no idea why she is so difficult to get.
His gaze was drawn to Melissa, who had only just awoken upon hearing their footsteps.
On seeing Ken, she was filled with rage.
"Mum, I don't like him," she told her mother.
"It's okay, he's my friend."Kate remarked. rubbing her cheeks,
She led her to Ken and said, "Ken, meet my daughter Melissa."
Ken was surprised to learn that Kate had a daughter.
Since he has known her, she hasn't revealed that she is a mother, but upon the first glance he cast on Melissa, he noticed how much Melissa resembled Jackson. This led him to believe that something significant—whatever it may be—is going on between Jackson and Kate, but he wasn't told.
He'll end the friendship and subject Jackson to great suffering.
He keeps looking at Kate. He thinks she is very attractive and wishes she would let him make love to her. He can't help but fantasize about lying next to her and feeling her body next to his.
He has tried everything to entice her to fulfill his desire, but she has refused to give it to him. He is going insane because of her, and he has no idea how to get her to comprehend how badly he wants her.
He is being seduced by her and wonders why she does not find him appealing. He believed himself to be the most attractive man in the world, and every ladies would do anything to have him.
No girl has ever turned him down the way Kate has, and he has never stooped so low to entice a girl to bed the way he has been trying to make Kate understand that he keeps chasing her like a fool; she has trapped him with charm, and he guesses that looking at her alone will make him sacrifice something that is of great significance.
She gave him her polo and trouser to wear, and as he glanced at Kate's trousers, which were much smaller than his own, he smiled. His face brightened as he noticed how good he looked in her polo, and he felt a warm sensation within.
The scent of the polo melted his heart, and he could feel Kate beneath his skin. He wishes he could grab her, pull her to bed, kiss every part of her, and make her want him more. He can hear her calling his name: "Ken, I want more."
Kate is keeping him awake at night; how can he be so unsatisfied?
He had a fleeting thought about how pleasure could be fulfilled.
He is unsure about what to do next and is curious.
He is angry because he got her drunk the other day before Jackson walked up and derailed the entire plan, and he won't spare Jackson if he does it again.
He makes sure to fall.
He was at ease enough to fulfill his carnal yearning because rain makes the weather nice.
He was so hot and eager to have sex with Kate that he got up from where he was sitting and grabbed her by the hands. The atmosphere was cooling due to the soft wind and tiny raindrops.
"You are making me swoon, Kate; thinking about you turns me on," he murmured while gazing into her eyes.
She stared into the void, but she was too caught up in her thoughts to comprehend what was happening.
He pressed his lips against hers, but she resisted, pulling away from him. He held her and kissed her jaw, neck, cheeks, and ears.
He speaks softly in her ear, "Tell me how you feel."
She remained motionless as Ken gently blew her neck; she didn't move as he proceeded at a snail's pace, giving her small kisses on her lips. When he finally reached the nape of her neck, she felt Jackson's touch and movement inside her. She groaned, causing Ken to smile.
"Let's see if I can stroke inside," he murmured to her, and when she heard him say it, she flinched. "Please, Ken, get out of my house now," she retorted angrily as she walked toward the door while clutching the handle.
Ken's gaze was drawn to the clock on the wall; it was 11:00 p.m. He thought Kate was being impolite by asking him to leave by that time; it was late and she was asking him to leave her house; he took a step to leave;