Moira
The private lounge was dark and secluded, just as I'd arranged. Dim lighting softened the edges of the room, and the low hum of jazz music hummed in the background, giving it a strange, intimate atmosphere that didn't quite match the purpose of this meeting. I leaned back in the plush armchair, one leg crossed over the other, feigning a calm confidence I didn't entirely feel. Jackson had been… a wildcard in this plan. He had the potential to be both my greatest asset and my biggest liability. I had stopped at nothing to fix a meeting with him. He was the missing piece to my puzzle. I needed him if I wanted a chance to get my man and father of child back.
Jake was mine and until Jackson gets back Laura, I might not get the chance to have him.
I checked the time on my phone. He was late. Typical. It didn't matter, though. I could wait, I knew how to be patient when the stakes were this high. And if he thought he could intimidate me by keeping me waiting, he'd soon learn otherwise.
A few more minutes passed, and then I saw him, Jackson, with his disheveled hair and hardened face. He had a swagger about him that seemed cocky, but I recognized it for what it was, a mask, a defense mechanism. We all had our defenses. As he made his way toward me, I held his gaze, refusing to look away, sizing him up as he approached.
"You're Moira?" he asked, stopping just shy of my chair.
I nodded, gesturing to the seat across from me. "Sit down."
He didn't move, his eyes narrowing slightly as he sized me up, lingering on my face, searching for any sign of deceit. I could tell he was suspicious, maybe even a little hostile, but I was ready for that. I knew how to disarm men like him. It wouldn't be the first time I'd used my… skills to get what I wanted.
Finally, he sat down, crossing his arms as he looked at me expectantly. "Alright. You called me here. Let's hear it."
I leaned forward, lowering my voice slightly, so only he could hear. "I have a proposition for you."
His brow furrowed. "A proposition?"
"Yes. I know you and Laura have a history." I watched his face carefully, noting the flicker of emotion at the mention of her name. "And I believe we can help each other."
Jackson's face hardened. "What exactly do you want from me?"
I allowed a slow smile to spread across my lips. "It's simple. I want you to help me drive a wedge between Laura and Jake."
He looked at me for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Then, he shook his head, a scoff escaping his lips. "I don't think so."
I felt a surge of frustration but kept my expression calm. "Hear me out, Jackson. This could benefit you too."
"Benefit me?" he repeated, his tone laced with disbelief. "You think I want anything to do with this? You're talking about manipulating two people's lives…"
"Spare me the righteous speech," I cut in, my patience waning. "I know you have your reasons for resenting her. Don't act like you don't want some payback."
He shook his head again, his gaze turning icy. "No. I'm not getting involved in this."
"You can stop the act, Jackson. Or better still, let's play some game since that's what you want. So tell me then, why are you in Atlanta? I know for a fact that you're based in California. You and Laura met there, fell in love, got married before you started abusing her. She got tired one day and decided to kill you. Lucky for you, you lived and now back for revenge. So f*cking drop the act and let's talk business." I said firmly but he wasn't moved one bit.
He just looked at me and burst into laughter, throwing me into a whirlwind of confusion.
"If you think I'm going to get into business with a cheat like you, they you're as clueless as they come. B*tch ass clown!" He said and then turned to leave.
I hadn't expected this level of resistance. I'd assumed he'd be easy to manipulate, that his bitterness would override any sense of ego he might have. But he was proving to be more stubborn than I'd anticipated. I was running out of options, and I could feel my desperation growing.
"Jackson," I said, my voice softening as I leaned closer, letting my hand rest on his arm. "I accept that I'm a chest but think about it. Laura wasn't a cheat but she left you, didn't she? After everything you went through together, she walked away and never looked back. And now she's with him." I could see his jaw tense, the muscles in his face tightening as he looked away, clearly affected by my words.
But still, he shook his head. "I'm not doing this with you. I have my plans."
Desperation surged within me, and I knew I needed to change tactics. If words wouldn't work, perhaps something else would. I let my hand trail down his arm, brushing lightly against his hand, and then slowly, I leaned in, my face close to his.
"Are you sure about that?" I murmured, my voice barely a whisper. I saw his eyes flicker, his resolve faltering, and I knew I had him.
"What are you doing?" he began, his voice uncertain.
"Shh," I whispered, moving even closer. I could feel the tension between us, the heat building as I looked into his eyes, silently daring him to pull away. He didn't. Instead, he stayed frozen, watching me with a mixture of confusion and anticipation.
I let my hand rest on his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath my palm. "You don't have to say anything," I murmured, my lips inches from his.
Before he could protest, I closed the gap, pressing my lips to his in a slow, deliberate kiss. For a moment, he didn't respond, his body tense and unyielding. But then, slowly, he softened, his arms wrapping around me as he deepened the kiss, all hesitation melting away.
As our bodies pressed together, I felt a surge of satisfaction. I had him. He was mine now, whether he realized it or not. And as we gave in to the moment, I knew that he would do exactly what I wanted, even if he didn't know it yet.
"You don't have to worry about a thing. It's a private lounge, we are alone here. So just relax while I relieve you of the stress." I let out while I gently pushed him onto the sofa.
I pulled down his pants and his d*ck sprung out like a snake. It was curvy and erect but not to its full extent. I got on my knees and gave him a quick blow before sliding it inside me.
We both moaned and went wild. He was wild. He f*cked me from under and his strokes were deep, fast and hard.
It took about ten minutes before he pulled out and flung me across the chair before exploding his juice all over me…
"So do we have a deal now?" I quizzed, smiling and playing with the juice on my body.