Not Holding Back - Chapter 13

Pairing: Boss!JacksonWang x f!PersonalAssistant!reader

Genre: fluff, smut, obsessive behavior, Jackson-is-a-fashion-designerAU

Wordcount: 1350

Chapters: [1] - [2] - [3] - [4] - [5] - [6] - [7] - [8] - [9] - [10] - [11] - [12] - [13] - [?]  MASTERLIST

Summary: When Y/N starts working as a personal assistant for the director of TEAM WANG DESIGN: Jackson Wang himself, she finds it hard to hide her secret. After all, she used to be a massive stan of her boss! But she's not the only one holding back...

Warnings: Swearing, some angst, degradation, sir kink, namecalling,  masturbation, obsessive!Jackson, dirty talk, corruption kink?, praising, sexual fantasies, fingering, posessive!Jackson, grinding/humping by both parties, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, use of sex toys, lots of teasing, orgasm denial, breeding/impreg kink?, WILL ADD MORE AS STORY ADVANCES, PLEASE LMK IF I MISSED ANY

The vibrating did not stop when he left, although you had hoped it would.

Ten minutes later you entered the conference room. Jackson was already there. His eyes instantly shot to yours and one of the corners of his mouth pulled upwards.

You sat down at the table next to him, not daring to look at him.

As soon as the meeting started something happened again. The toy inside of you upped its vibration level again, but this time it started vibrating in an off-beat rhythm.

Shocked you looked up at Jackson, but he didn't move a muscle.

Cursing him in your mind you quickly tried to look away, trying hard not to focus on the stimulation inside of you.

Although the meeting was hell and you missed half of what was said, you thought you were doing pretty well. When the meeting ended, the vibration lowered again, but the off-beat rhythm continued.

You endured the following hours, not getting too much work done and not leaving your desk as much as you possibly could.

But the second meeting was worse. Once again, you sat down next to Jackson, and once again, when the meeting started, the toy started vibrating, but this time much harder than before. Silently you clenched your jaws together and endured, trying not to fidget and keeping your face as neutral as you possibly could.

It was just bearable and when the meeting ended and everyone got up and left, you dared to let out a sigh. Jackson lingered slightly and you could feel the vibrations lessen again. It wasn't as low as before, but at least it was a little less.

Pretending like he was organizing his files on the desk, Jackson bent over to you.

'Doing so well for me so far,' he whispered in your ear before he left.

You could feel your wet panties sticking to your core, and prayed that you wouldn't leak through to the fabric of your clothes.

The rest of the day you simply pretended to work. Whenever you needed to look busy, you simply typed random words into a document on your computer. The stimulation was driving you to the edge of sanity and you weren't sure how much longer you could endure.

At last, the final meeting of the day was called. There wouldn't be as many people, and some employees were already packing their stuff to go home for the weekend.

Feeling tired, and knees that felt weak, you made your way to the smallest meeting room in the office.

Once more you took your place next to Jackson while the others sat down too and took out their stuff.

'Y/n,' Jackson suddenly spoke. You looked up at him in surprise. 'can you take the minutes for me?' he asked calmly.

Afraid of what would happen if you'd say no, you nodded and took out your laptop, opening a new document.

Jackson started speaking and you started typing.

Then all hell broke loose.

The vibrator seemed to go completely berserk. It started vibrating so hard and wildly in an on-and-off pattern that you almost couldn't believe it wasn't audible. What made it even worse what that its attack on your already tense walls seemed to be precisely in your soft spot…

Your hands started shaking and you stopped typing for a moment. You had to tense up every muscle in your body not to cry out in ecstasy.

The lacking sound of your typing made Jackson look up at you.

There was no trace of remorse in his eyes, no knowing look. He simply raised his eyebrows at you as if he had no idea what was going on inside of you.

Fuming, you put your shaking hands back on your keyboard and started to smash in random buttons without a thought.

This seemed to be good enough for Jackson, as he turned his face away from you again and continued speaking.

You had no idea what they were talking about, as you kept mashing buttons and clenched your jaw together so you wouldn't slip out a moan.

After what seemed an eternity, the lights suddenly dimmed slightly and the TV at the other end of the meeting room started playing. All heads turned that way.

You knew you could stop typing for the moment and the darkness gave you the opportunity to relax your face for a second.

A large hand squeezed your thigh and you turned your head. Jackson had slipped his hand under the table, the arm that he had dropped was invisible to outsiders, with the laptop in front of him blocking their view.

His hand slid upwards slightly and dipped into your pants. You quickly looked away from him and put your tongue between your teeth so as not to yelp. Through the lace fabric of your panties, he found your hard clit. With the toy inside you still on berserk setting, he started to rub slow circles over your clit.

You wanted to scream. Wanted to cry. Wanted to run away from here.

The video stopped but Jackson didn't.

The lights turned on again and the conversation resumed. Meanwhile, Jackson increased the pressure on your clit while maintaining the slow circling pace.

Your hands now truly shaking, you started mashing the keyboard again, trying to breathe through your nose as best as you could.

Now and then Jackson spoke, with his voice calm and collected, as if he wasn't on the verge of making you cum.

You could feel the knot building in your stomach. Sweat was starting to form on the back of your neck and your legs were tensing up for dear life.

You wouldn't be able to hold out much longer.

Just when you started to think you might come undone at any second now, you heard the sounds of scraping chairs. People were leaving.

You quickly stopped pretending to type.

Jackson leaned over to you, pretending he was checking your computer screen and still not stopping his finger from circling your tormented clit.

When the last person closed the door behind them and the voices and footsteps faded away, you gasped.

'I'm impressed,' Jackson said lowly. 'I didn't think you were able to hold out for so long,'

'J-Jack-Jackson,' you whimpered tears of anger and exasperation forming in your eyes.

'Relax baby, you can cum for me now. Everyone is gone. Cum,' he commanded.

It hadn't been necessary for him to tell you as you couldn't hold back any longer. You gasped and started to shake. Jackson quickly put his free hand over your mouth, covering the sounds of your moans and cries as he finally made you come undone.

The orgasm seemed to last forever, partially because the vibrator didn't stop and Jackson kept rubbing you slowly. You started to feel overstimulated and your whole body started spasming. You tried to get away from his hand, but he used his arm to keep you down.

'Just a little more,' he teased. The overstimulation was driving you insane. You whimpered, whined, and squirmed but Jackson didn't seem satisfied just yet and continued his attack on your clit.

Then after half a minute of you trying to stifle your moans, out of nowhere a second orgasm overtook your body, even far more intense than the first one. Your muscles cramped up so bad it almost hurt, your eyes rolling back into your head with the blissful feeling.

'Good girl, good girl,' Jackson cooed while he made you ride out your second high. 'Very good, I knew you could do it. I knew you could cum for me again. So good. So obedient,'

When you started to return to earth again he finally let go of you, withdrawing his hand from your pants. The vibrator inside of you finally turned off.

You slumped into your chair, your body feeling like it had just run the marathon.

Jackson had gotten up from his chair and stroked your head while kissing your cheek.

'I'm so proud of you baby,' he whispered. You couldn't speak. Your mind was far too fucked out still to think.

'I think you deserve your reward now,' he said with a low voice.

Hoje é o dia de Jackson Wang from China e as ADMs só queriam ser convidadas para a festa, rs

Como a gente não vai poder cantar "parabéns pra você" para o Jackson, nós separamos algumas indicações de fanfics com o ele. Bora ler?

08. Made it, por Jinie G – Disponível em: Fanfic Obsession

Bad Romance, por Lumiya – Disponível em: Fanfic Obsession 🔞

Beside You, por Angel B. – Disponível em: Fanfic Obsession

Bite Me, but Slowly, por Gabby – Disponível em: Fanfic Obsession 🔞

Come Home, por Lumiya – Disponível em: Fanfic Obsession

So Lucky,  por Jinie G – Disponível em: Fanfic Obsession

Who Do You Love?,  por Jinie G – Disponível em: Fanfic Obsession

E você, tem alguma história com o dono da Team Wang? Rebloga ou compartilha nos seus stories no Instagram e marca o Storm pra gente ficar sabendo! ❤️

Eight Makes One Team - Finding the Right Wind - IX (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/987673157-eight-makes-one-team-finding-the-right-wind-ix?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=Geunna-SueU&wp_originator=heVq6GnBtzkkxg62uf%2B%2F%2BkjDh%2FxkugAAW8z1m62DiuROwIz1ZhNWoWuCi8iOt2Inlo3TiDMK0RI%2Ft3OIy7SLlMmwegknH%2F1XbrVLKQzqz4O%2B2NhT5mwp5QIQV6YFMZQL There's a lot of gray area. That's where most people reside. But there are many shades of gray. What happens when these shades mix? Will the light affect the dark? Or will the dark affect the light? ~~~ In which eight boys join forces to create a new life not designed by the people who control them in the present. ~~~

Soulmate Pt:1 (Meeting Jackson)

You were at your house watching TV, when you heard the doorbell. You stood up and walked to the door and opened it, revealing your younger brother Yugyeom.

“Hi Gyeomie.” You greeted him, smiling at him.

“Hello Noona.” He said, smiling back at you.

“What are you doing here?” You asked, walking into the living room with Yugyeom following behind you.

“I wanted to come and see if you want to meet the member.” He told me. My eyes widened and a smile found its way to your lips.

“Of course I want to meet them Gyeomie!” You exclaimed, wrapping your arms around him. He chuckled and hugged you back.

“Lets go then Noona.” He said, grabbing your hands and dragged you out of the house. You closed the front door and locked it. You both made your way to the car that Yugyeom came here in and climbed inside then buckled up. “They’re super excited to meet you Noona.” He told you.

“I’m so nervous to meet them, I feel like I’m going to make a bad impression.” You told him, fiddling with your fingers.

“Don’t worry Noona, I’ve told them about you and they already love you.” He told you, smiling.

You smiled back at him and the car soon stopped in front of a building, which you’re assuming is his dorm. You both got out of the car and walked into the building and went to an elevator. He pushed the button that his room was on and the elevator started moving. It soon came to a stop and you got out then walked down a hallway until you arrived in front of a door. Yugyeom opened the door and walked inside with you following him.

“Hyungs, she’s here!” Yugyeom yelled out. Next thing you knew, you heard someone running into the room. It was a man that had dark brown hair, a black t-shirt and black jeans. You had to admit that he is handsome.

“You’re the famous Y/N that Brownie has been talking about?” He asked you, smiling. You were so nervous no words will come out of my mouth so you just nodded my head. The man then smiled wider and pulled you into his embrace. “I’m Jackson Wang, nice to meet you pretty lady.” He said, pulling away.

“N-Nice to meet you too.” You stuttered. They others soon came into the room and started introducing themselves.

“I’m BamBam.” The tall man said.

“Hello, I’m Jinyoung.” The man with his hair swept to the side said.

“I-I’m M-Mark.” The man stuttered.

“Hi I’m Youngjae.” The man with blue hair said, smiling.

“Hello, I’m Jaebum but you can call me JB.” The man with a white t-shirt said.

“N-Nice to m-meet you all.” You said, looking down and fiddling with your fingers.

“Lets watch a movie!” Jackson yelled, running to the living room. You and the other members started laughing at his behavior then joined him in the living room. Everyone decided what movie to watch and started the movie.

2 hours later

The movie was soon over and you looked at the time and decided it was time for you to head home. You stood up and walked to the door with your brother following behind you.

“I wish you could stay with us.” Yugyeom said, pouting.

“I’ll come visit you probably tomorrow.” You told him.

“Okay, well please get home safely Noona.” He said, hugging you. You hugged him back and pulled away after a minute. “Bye everyone.” You said, before walking out and closing the door behind you.

You then left the building and called a taxi to take you home. Once a taxi pulled up in front of you, you got in and told the driver where you live and he started driving.

15 minutes later

You arrived home and you paid the driver and walked to your house and walked inside, closing the door and locking it. You went to your room and did your night routine. You plugged your phone up and turned off the lights then laid down in bed. You closed your eyes and drifted off to sleep.

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STAY (Ongoing) - STAY - CHAPTER 10 (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/2ImRBUusN7 All I want is someone who'll stay with me no matter how hard it is to be with me. Is this finally a chance for me to find her? Is she really the girl who'll stay with me despite of my flaws and imperfections? Is she really.. 'The One?'

Chapter 10 is up!!

SOLA

word count: 2,301

summary: reader and Jackson are secretly dating ;)

theme: friends to lovers (Jackson being not so goofy here)

You and Jackson have been dating for a couple of months now without any of your friends knowing. You both share a common circle of friends from college which made way for you to meet each other.

Mark, an old friend from the same circle suddenly calls you on a Friday night just when you are about to leave the office building, excited to spend the rest of the weekend lazing off in your own apartment and getting as much sleep as you could. He invited you over a party place to celebrate his birthday. You feel a bit of guilt for not remembering a friend’s birthday but then he tells you quickly that it’s not actually until next week and that he’s just celebrating in advance. You knew your other friends would be there and wouldn’t miss the impromptu gathering so you agreed on coming way too easily, completely forgetting about the thing you were excited about just a moment ago. It’s been a while since you have seen them anyway.

You were the type of person who could go on both ends of a mood spectrum. There are time when you feel like partying hard and there were times when you don’t feel like talking to a single soul. You constantly need to meditate every now and then though, finding balance when you burn yourself out socializing for a longer period of time.

As soon as you reached the place, your friends cheer for your mere presence recognizing you even from quite a distance. You can’t stop but giggle like a teenager you have been with them as you walk your way to the reserved table.

You’re not usually quick to get tipsy but you skipped lunch and dinner meals earlier in the office and went straight to the bar. After a few glasses of cocktails and a bottle of beer, you start to feel a bit lightheaded with your friend seated beside you continue to talk nonstop with you everything about her work and her boss. You don’t fully understand the chatterbox session, only nodding and laughing when she does just so she won’t get offended.

When your friend finally takes a break and decides to wreck the dance floor instead, you stand up, half bending forward to reach out for another glass of cocktail and a plate of assorted nuts and junkies placed on the opposite side of the table.

A few minutes after you munched on the platter of nuts, your friends came pouring back in to the table. Everyone catching their breaths after dancing and laughing from the dance floor. You don’t like dancing when tipsy. It makes you so clumsy and you feel overly sensitive to feeling other people’s bodies so every time you go out, you only stay at the table.

As your friends settle for seats around the table, you see Jackson enter the place through the mirror placed at the far end of the table. It’s funny how it has become so easy for you to spot him despite the alcohol affecting some parts of your brain at the moment. But he is there, hair sleek with a portion escaping to rest near the middle of his forehead and a denim jacket that hung to his broad shoulders. He greeted your friend and took a seat at the far end of the table near the dance floor—the only vacant seat, annoyingly.

Hours passed by swiftly with you and your friends laughing at the memories shared together and even sharing stories that used to be a top secret when you were still in college. Soon, you become comfortable with the hungry gaze Jackson has been giving you since he sat on the single sofa he’s occupying.

No one in this circle knows you two had been dating. Both of you will be claiming the spotlight and attending to endless questions and teasing for at least a whole night if one of them ever knew. They have been teasing you and Jackson to be together before, seeing how your personalities would totally complement each other. You have been shying it away even from the very start. The idea of having a romantic relationship with one of your friends is the least you could ever handle. For you, once a friendship gets tainted with romance and break-up, it is impossible to go back to being friends.

And you love your friends just much.

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After graduating, you barely kept in touch with your friends only ever checking your sns accounts every once in a while. You met Jackson at your favorite band’s concert outside of town and soon after that, he invited you to numerous hang outs which he later on changed the description to ‘dates’. You were not really close to each other back in college and you always felt a bit awkward when they started teasing you together. You saw him first at the entrance of the stadium, standing in line and scrolling through his phone with air pods plugged in his ears. The two girls in front of him were giggling and stealing glances at his direction as the line started to move. You shook your head lightly and continued checking out the pamphlet given out before the start of the event.

You successfully claimed your passes and entered the venue. Only when you were standing in the pit area you felt yourself being hungry. You have been so excited to see this band perform live you forgot to eat your dinner. Glancing around the area and then at your wristwatch, you decided the show will not start until after ~40 minutes and so you stepped out of the concert hall and went to the food stalls area to grab a quick meal.

You picked a sandwich for a meal. You were pulling a bill from your purse when you heard choking sounds of someone standing at the high table beside you. The girl behind the counter offered him an opened bottled water which he quickly gulped. You blinked a few times, recognizing the person’s face.

“Jackson! Are you okay?” you asked when you recognized him, withdrawing your right hand from the inside of your purse to tap his back in worry.

He made a few more coughing sounds and took a long look at you. “Y/N?”

You glanced at the cashier, curiously gazing at the both of you, your sandwich waiting to be claimed at the counter. You handed the cashier a few bills, paying for the sandwich and the bottled water Jackson drank while also requesting one for yourself.

“Oh, wait. You didn’t have to pay for that. Here-“ he motioned to reach for his wallet but you stopped him.

You smiled and put you own food in front of him at the table. “It’s fine, Jackson. Don’t worry about it.”

“Right. Let me treat you to coffee after the concert, then.” He said as he stared at you interestingly as you stuff your cheeks with sandwich in a hurry.

“I didn’t know you were a fan.” You said as you swallowed the remaining portion of the sandwich, the whole food disappearing in a matter of a few minutes. You didn’t really care if someone looks at you while you eat.

Jackson looked at you incredulously, amazed at how good you eat. He had to make a mental note to treat you out to a meal next time. “Well, I’ve been listening to them since they started. At first because the bassist is my close friend, but then I started to really like all of their songs after a while.”

You gaped at him. “Brian. No kidding.”

“Of course. I even got my ticket from him.” Jackson chuckled, staring at your way too luscious-looking lips.

You grimaced at his reaction. “You know, you sound like a total sham right now.” You then collected the trash from the meal you both had and disposed of it. Jackson followed after you, draping an arm over your shoulder.

It wasn’t uncomfortable to you at all. You, who used to bolt at any kind of physical connection with people except your friends. Maybe because he’s a long-time friend, you thought.

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Some of your friends started to go home while another batch of Mark’s friends started to arrive at the bar and continue to lit up the place with brand new energy.

You look at Jackson’s direction and saw how engaged he is to the conversation. He had his face resting on his fist, the other hand fondling on the lips of his glass of whiskey. You felt a bit jealous now that he’s not paying much attention to you anymore so you continued to stare until he finally felt your gaze toward him.

He turns to look at your direction and you blink slowly, deciding what to do to claim his full attention.

You continue to stare straight into his eyes and lifted an arm to rest your chin on you palm, tilting your head slightly and giving him a cheeky smile.

Jackson shot his eyebrows up in surprise and you giggled on how cute you think he seems right at the moment.

One of your friend tapped your shoulder, bidding good bye and asking if you’re about to go as well, offering a ride back to your home. You smiled at your friend and told her you’ll be fine. You are still feeling lightheaded but you’re not acting a lot differently yet, which means you still have a lot of room before being intoxicated.

You’re surprised when you turned back and found no one sitting on the chair Jackson occupied a minute ago. Letting out a small puff, you reached for your glass, the other hand still supporting your chin. You stare at the blinking neon light sign outside the transparent glass wall of the bar.

Jackson sits beside you, brushing the portion of hair, from your cheek that cupped your small face, to the back of your shoulder. You smiled at him, doe eyes turning crescent. He bit his lips, trying so hard not to kiss you right there and then.

He scooped closer to your ear. “I didn’t know you’d be here.”

“Neither do I.” you say as you grab his face and peck his mouth lightly, a small smile tugging at your own lips as you stare at his shocked reaction. He looks around quickly and nervously, checking if someone saw you kissing him casually.

Jackson met a couple of smirking faces in front but no one dared to speak about it. He thinks you’re definitely drunk and so he tries to get you out of the bar to send you back home. He wasn’t enjoying the event anyway and only decided to come when he saw your face in the photos Mark has sent to their chatroom inviting even more friends.

You got up way too quickly and wished Mark again a ‘Happy birthday’ along with a short goodbye to your friends. It wouldn’t really matter since most of them are either too drunk to understand you or are already in the dancefloor. Mark eyed you and Jackson smirking as you made your way out of the bar with Jackson’s hand on your waist.

You both reached the parking lot and waited for Jackson to unlock the doors but he stood still behind your back. You met his scrutinizing gaze when you turned to look at him.

“Why?” you asked, realizing how hungry you are already.

“You’re not drunk.” Jackson said more to himself. He’s a bit surprised when you carried yourself all too well, still in high heels, after a night party.

You laughed at his face. “I’m not. Can you please unlock the door now? Let’s get something to eat, I’m starving.” You said and made a face.

Jackson grabbed you by the waist and turned you to face him. His breath fanning your cheeks and you suddenly forget to breathe. His eyes stare at your own then lingered way too long at your lips. You don’t know what has been keeping him from kissing you when you already showed half of your friends earlier the shot between you two.

“Just fucking kiss me, babe.” You whispered.

It took him less than a millisecond to comply and though you demanded for him to kiss you, you were a bit taken aback causing you to lean backward to his car. His hand was fast and he pulled on your waist even before your back touched the cold metal and the other trapped your side against the car.

He slowly pushed you to step backward until you finally rested you back at the door of his SUV.

You were feeling weak on your knees and if not for his grip on your waist and your arms entwined around his neck, you probably wobbled against him embarrassing yourself.

Making out with Jackson has always been steamy. Like a race you know you will have to finish whatever it takes. But you can’t do it in an open parking lot, open for public viewing anytime.

You both softly gasped for air, Jackson pulling on your lower lip before resting his forehead to yours.

“I’m hungry.” You said wanting to make it out of that place. But there’s no use in telling Jackson that unless you want to be fucked in that parking lot. “Let’s get some food.”

He nuzzles at your neck for a while before pressing his keys to unlock the car. He steps back and pulls you along with him tighter to open the door, taking the chance to make you feel how hard he is already after the steamy make-out session you just ended.

You are suddenly starving, like a hole is slowly boring into your stomach.

At Midnight|3

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The tension in the air was thick and uncomfortable.

Imani's eyes refused to meet her fiance's gaze that had been staring a hole into her back since she stepped out of the shower. He had scared her when she spotted him undoing his tie near the bed, barely even speaking a word to him.

What was there to say?

Instead of making an unnecessary attempt at conversation, she sat in front of her vanity and started her nightly routine. With her detangling brush in one hand, she started brushing her hair, feeling Jayden move about around their bedroom. She hated that he was here.

He had made it a routine of coming home late but now all of a sudden he was home right after he was done with work? It was bullshit but Imani had a feeling of what changed.

He no longer needed to hide.

"So we're not speaking now?" His gruff voice suddenly asked, causing her eyes to finally meet his as he stood behind her with his shirt now unbuttoned, exposing his muscled chest.

"I have nothing to say," Imani shrugged, putting down her brush and picking up her favorite scented lotion.

"You're going to be my wife soon Imani, communication is needed in every relationship," He informed her, almost causing Imani to roll her eyes. This muthafu-

"Work is fine. I'm fine. There, happy?" She answers, giving him an annoyed look before applying lotion along her legs.

His deep chuckle sent a chill down her spine because it was so sinister sounding. "Fix that attitude and address me correctly. You know better," He warns, placing one of his hands on her shoulder. "You know the role you're playing here don't you?"

Glancing his hand on her shoulder, then towards his dark eyes, Imani shrugged his hand off of her. "Yes, the one of your fiance. The one you proposed to. The one you're willing to say I do to under the watchful gaze of God but clearly, I'm not the only one you seek,"

The grin on his handsome face only seemed to grow at her words, not at all fazed by what she said. "As long as you know your place, Imani. Faithe is none of your concern. Do what is expected of you and everything will be fine. If not...you know I'm always willing to make another example out of you,"

The hate Imani had for Jayden only seemed to grow the more he talked, irking her brain even more. "You're right, it isn't my business but the next time you think about having your mistress in my bed, I'll put a bullet in her head and into her stomach as she carries your unborn child," She threatened, feeling an intense sting to her cheek as her head snapped back from his slap to her face a few seconds later.

With watery eyes, Imani held her left cheek as she stared up at him with hatred. "Watch yourself, Imani. That reckless mouth of yours will cost you problems, especially speaking on my seed. I'll warn you once, keep your fuckin mouth shut,"

"Or what?! You can't hurt me Jayden, yo daddy will kil-"

"No, bitch, I'll kill you," He cut in with that evil tone and look upon his face. "My dad doesn't run shit around here, I do and it's best you learn that," The grip he had on her arm tightened, causing her to wince.

"Please! If you had any say, you'd be marrying Faithe, not me," Imani retorted back, flinching when he raised his free hand again only to caress her heated skin.

"Don't get it twisted Imani, I want you...I mean look at you," He acknowledged, looking her over as he admired her beauty. "You know how many men out there that want you? But they can never have you because you belong to me and once I'm done with you...nobody will want you, I can promise you that,"

She was scared and Jayden could sense it. Her mouth was something lethal sometimes but he knew how to put her in her place. "I love you, Imani, I really do. I can make you happy. All you have to do is accept my lifestyle and everything you could ever want I'll give to you," He cooed, bending down to kiss her bruised cheek.

"Be obedient, that's all I ask," With that, he took a step back and headed straight for the bathroom, leaving Imani alone to pick herself up.

Her head shook as she fought to keep herself together. This couldn't be life.

How dare he?

Her fingers barely graced her cheek as she let out a hiss in pain, finally tasting the iron in her mouth. He damn near slapped her head off of her shoulders. Hearing the shower turn on after a few minutes, Imani sprung into action, knowing she couldn't just stay here tonight. Not after what he said or did to her face.

Pulling on a pair of sweats and a simple graphic t-shirt, she slipped her feet into a pair of sneakers and tossed her still slightly wet curls into a messy bun on top of her head. Quickly grabbing her purse and keys, she all but powerwalked out the door, carefully closing it behind her and hastily headed towards her car. She didn't even bother with a seatbelt, pulling out of her driveway as soon she started it up.

Only her soft sniffles could be heard as she drove to a random gas station a little ways into the city. Maybe she would come to regret this in the morning but she didn't care. 

Even when Jayden blew up her phone, she ignored his calls and texts, not bothering to read them.

Her options were limited and he knew that. Jayden, along with his father had eyes and ears everywhere so she knew she had little time to figure something out. She couldn't turn to her friends because they knew all of them, not as if she had many to begin with.

Going to her parents was out of the question, they would only hand her over because of fear.

She was at a complete loss.

Sitting back against her seat, Imani reached for her purse and pulled out her wallet, looking through the few bills that she had when she came across a familiar card. One that she had forgotten about since that night he had given it to her.

Imani hadn't seen him since her scare inside of the women's bathroom at the restaurant. Once she had blatantly told him what was happening to her, she had quickly realized what she had done and clumsily fled out of the bathroom stale with him calling after her. She felt embarrassed that she exposed herself to him like that.

No one knew about her disease or how much it was infecting her. It was just another part of bad karma embedding itself into her life, so Imani simply accepted it. What more could she do?

Still, as she looked down at Leo's card the words he said to her at the gala replayed so vividly in her mind..."When you need me, come find me".

Biting her lip, she read the number and grabbed her phone and nervously dialed, throwing all caution to the wind. As it started to ring, her eyes glanced at the clock that read exactly midnight when she heard his smooth voice on the other end.

"Hello,"

For a second she hesitated, almost hitting the end button, knowing deep down what she was about to do was a mistake but the words she said next seemed to leave her mouth with no warning. "You told me when I needed you to find you and...I-..." She faltered, too afraid to let the words leave her mouth but Leo had heard all he needed to hear, recognizing Imani's serene tone immediately.

"Did he hurt you?"

Imani swallowed, biting into her lip in an attempt to force back her sobs, failing miserably as her emotions began to get the best of her. "Yes..." She choked out, gripping the steering wheel with her free hand.

"Follow the address I sent you...I'll be waiting," He instructed, just as Imani felt her phone vibrate against her cheek. "Be careful," He adds before ending the call.

Reading the text that he sent with his address attached to it and typed it into her GPS. In seconds she had started up her engine and pulled off onto the freeway, following the directions carefully. The entire drive she wandered of what would or could happen when she arrived. She didn't know a thing about him but she truly didn't have anywhere else to go.

It was literally the only place that Imani knew that Jayden wouldn't be able to find her at. The consequences were worth the risk.

Forty minutes had past when she had found herself driving down a gravelly road that seemed to be in the middle of nowhere until a beautiful two-story home came into her view. She could make out two cars that sat in the driveway as she put her own in park and cut the engine. As soon as she removed her keys from the ignition, the light on the porch was flicked on and out steeped the silhouette of Leo.

Nervously, Imani exited her car and closed it behind her. Her eyes stayed glued to him the entire time she moved up his walkway and to the steps, losing her footing when she saw that he was shirtless. She barely noticed him reaching for her and helping her inside until the sound of his front door closing filled her ears.

Imani knew that she probably looked a mess with her red eyes from crying after she told herself not to. Her cheek probably an ugly color of red and purple which Leo noticed immediately under the light in his entryway.

Grabbing a hold of her hand, he silently led them upstairs and straight to his bathroom. With ease he lifted her up onto his counter and begin to fix up her face, starting with her rinsing out her bloody mouth.

"You're hiding from him," He states knowingly, holding up an ice pack to her cheek. "I'm aware of who your fiance is, Imani...you're safe with me,"

Imani couldn't pinpoint it, but there was just something about the way he said that that sent a wave of relief through her veins. "I can't stay long," She reveals to him, knowing that somehow, someway Jayden would find her.

Moving a piece of hair from her face, Leo took in the beauty in front of him, taking special notice of the fear in her eyes. "You can but you're just too afraid of what he'll do,"

The fact that he could read her so easily was terrifying. "He'll kill you if he finds me here,"

Leo smirks at that. "He can try but I can assure you, he won't succeed," He casually states, knowing very well what he was capable of. Imani was completely clueless of the deadly man she had standing between her legs.

Though he was attempting to live a normal life, his skills still remained intact. He wasn't one to be tested.

"Why are you so nice to me?" She questioned softly, closing her eyes. To trust someone so easily was foolish but she has felt so safe whenever she was around him.

"Because you seem to need someone and I don't believe coming across you at that moment was a coincidence," He told her half truthfully. In reality, when his eyes had first landed on her at the gala he was intrigued. "Tell me I'm wrong?"

"Are you my savior in all this?" She asks instead, opening her eyes to look over his face.

"If that's what you need me to be," He easily claims, not being the one to lie.

A low chuckle slips past Imani's lips at that. "My problems...my issues...they run deep you know? I'm literally dying with no way out,"

"That was before you met me, Imani. I can fix whatever you need me to," Solving conflicts or issues was a specialty of his. It just usually ended up with someone dying by the end of it.

"This type of brokenness can't be fixed, Leo," No matter how fine this man was or how willing he was to help her...she could never have him as she wanted.

"You doubt me but you ending up here with me was because this was where you wanted to be, no matter what excuse you try telling yourself,"

Maybe he was right. Maybe she did want to be here but that made her nervous. Imani knew that if she crossed that line with him, it wouldn't be some one-time thing. No. Whatever this was between them was something deep and once she gave in, there would be no turning back.

And that alone scared her.

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And you thought it would matter but it didn't.        His fingertips trail down the length of your arm; it's a light sensation, like the brush of the feather. You're ramrod straight at first, the rigidity of your posture makes his movements uncertain, slower than usual--hesitant. You want to pull away in repulsion and fall back into his comfort at the same time. You want these two completely contrary things and you're afraid that if you actually did manage to summon up the guts to make a decision, you'd spend the rest of your life wondering what if, contemplating the alternative.        His hands slip around your waist in an almost undetectable fashion, but the measure of his grace still held that touch of familiarity. You give in--you coward--you give in and let him step closer so that the tense pull of your muscles can be felt by the nerves in his torso. His body...home...they seemed so synonymous. His body was more familiar to you than your own. You lived for those moments when the sun rose and slipped through the cracks in the blinds, showering him with speckles of sunlight. You lived to wake up to his serene face and relaxed breathing--it was soothing to your nerves and stress. You lived to let your fingers trace over the bumps and ridges of his body, to let your lips touch every scar and mark that marred his smooth skin.        You feel him leaning down, you feel the heat of his breath fanning against the side of your face, "Is everything okay?"        He asks this so casually that you wonder whether or not you dreamed the entire episode up. You wish you had. You let your body ease into his frame, letting the closeness mould around you. His lips descend toward your jawline, and he places a firm, chaste kiss there. You can feel the light indents of lips, the slight scratchiness caused from his lips always chapping in the winter months.        You can't take it anymore. You spin around and bury your face into the crook of his neck, breathing in the moment, his scent, his silent reassurances. His arms automatically enclose around you, warmth encompassing you--both proverbial and otherwise--like a second nature. You tugs you against him into a tighter fold; it's not uncomfortable--quite the opposite actually. It makes you feel surrounded, by him, by him...loving you.        His thumb and index cup your chin, holding your face a breadth away from his, "Tell me what's wrong?" he murmurs.                You want to smile--a smile that would rot with anger and pity and hate--but you resist the urge and instead, close the distance between you two. You have not kissed him like this for quite some time, you revel in the slowness of it all. Each second that passes is spent rediscovering how perfectly his mouth fits with yours, how perfectly your bodies mould together; like two puzzle pieces from two different puzzles, joining together to create a picture, unseen and unmanufactured.        He steps back, why--you have no clue, your lips never once separate from his--you both end up stumbling backward and crashing into the wooden floor. He lets out a laugh--one mixed with a hint of pain--and glances at you, lying on top of him. The air feels warm now that he's smiling at you, the kind of smile that you would see on a billboard. You attempt to muster up some semblance of an appeasing response but you fail and just fall back onto his chest, his hands trailing patterns in your back as you both lie in an tangled heap on the floor.        You initiate it.        It's your fault, and you know it. You started it. You started it by placing those little, teasing chaste kisses on chest through the thin fabric of his vest, before moving upward. His fingers never once stopping curling and twirling patterns on your shoulder. Your tongue flicks teasingly at his collarbone as you begin suckling. You can feel him closing his eyes, you can feel his muscles tensing, his breathing hastening, his heart hammering beneath you.        You move upward, ignoring the tingling between your legs, reaching back and clamping both his wrists above his head. You lean down and let your lips gently breeze over his. Once. Twice. He growls beneath his breath in response trying to catch your bottom lip with his teeth, but you move faster, leaning back testily.        The corners of his mouth tilt into that all too familiar smirk that screams he's going to get you without saying a word. He's right though. Damn all his arrogance but he's right. You're going to give into to him.        He sits back up with lightening speed--you don't resist--and his arms clasp behind your back, and yours melt into position behind his neck. Your lips meet again, this time with more urgency--a fervency that refuses to be ignored. It is as though his soul and yours are clashing together in a fierce battle--your bodies mash against each other and you squirm a little.        His butterfly kisses begin to whisper down the side of your neck until you feel a small bite against your throat. You yelp and jump back, but he pulls you closer and kisses you again, like your favourite song looping over and over, each play as enticing as the last.        Your hands slide down his chest to hem of his vest and you tug at it impatiently. He smiles into your kiss and allows you to lift the fabric up and toss it to the other side of the room. You love this feeling, his bare skin--soft, warm, smooth--you push forward as though it could bring you two closer. His hands slip to the hemline of your shirt and you allow him the same privilege he granted you a second ago.        You love this feeling even more. The feel of bare skin on skin. Your kisses become more desperate--pleading. His response becomes more hurried and rushed--as though he cannot hold himself back. You play with the waistline of his boxer briefs and he, in turn, taps that of your underwear as well. It's your turn to smile into the kiss.        You end up raking your hands through the weightless texture of his hair as he removes the remaining bits of your clothing. He ends up being bitten on the neck as you remove what's left of his.        Naked, hot, sweaty--he's lying flat on the floor again with you hovering on top of him; both your breathings' rapid and uncontrolled.              "Now," he breathes, urgently.        You oblige, setting yourself onto him, allowing him to enter you in the most intimate way. He lets out an indulgent moan, his eyelids fluttering shut. You use this opportunity to reach forward, pull the knife out from where you hid it beneath the bed and stab him in the heart.        Fucking cheating bastard.

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Not Holding Back - Chapter 08

Pairing: Boss!JacksonWang x f!PersonalAssistant!reader

Genre: fluff, smut, obsessive behavior, Jackson-is-a-fashion-designerAU

Wordcount: 1790

Chapters: [1] - [2] - [3] - [4] - [5] - [6] - [7] - [8] - [9] - [10] - [11] - [12] - [13] - [?]  MASTERLIST

Summary: When Y/N starts working as a personal assistant for the director of TEAM WANG DESIGN: Jackson Wang himself, she finds it hard to hide her secret. After all, she used to be a massive stan of her boss! But she's not the only one holding back...

Warnings: Swearing, degradation, sir kink, namecalling, masturbation, obsessive!Jackson, dirty talk, corruption kink?, praising, sexual fantasies, fingering, posessive!Jackson, grinding/humping by both parties, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, use of sex toys, lots of teasing, orgasm denial, breeding/impreg kink?, WILL ADD MORE AS STORY ADVANCES, PLEASE LMK IF I MISSED ANY

It was easy talking to Jay B. Maybe because you were simply used to the constant anxiety you usually felt around Jackson, or maybe because you drank a lot.

You weren't usually a drinker, but the cocktails were sweet and went down like water.

Barely an hour had passed when that familiar dizzy feeling crept up on you. You ignored it, however, just like you had with the feeling of being stared at, and tried your best to focus on Jay B, hoping he wouldn't notice.

But someone did notice.

At the other side of the bar, half hidden behind a large plant, Jackson was staring at you intently.

That night he had simply decided to go out for a few drinks, feeling like he really needed to get his mind off of things.

But no sooner had he chugged down his first glass of whisky and ordered a second when he saw the door opening and closing. It had been Jay B.

Not feeling like talking to any of his employees, he had hidden behind the plant, hoping he wouldn't be spotted. He would just drink his second drink and try to sneak out to find some other place where he could drink in peace.

But then you came in and his thoughts of leaving disappeared like snow before the sun.

He grasped his glass tightly, knuckles whitening with force as he looked at how you chatted happily with Jay B.

Never before had he felt so jealous.

What was wrong with him?

He wanted to go over to the two of you. Wanted to say something funny or interesting. Wanted to grab you by the hand and take you home with him...

But instead, he just sat there, frozen to the spot, half hidden behind a plant and staring at you like some creep.

He could see how you became more talkative with every drink. How your eyes started to flutter more and your smiles became wider.

He couldn't stand the fact that you were alone with Jay B. Although the two of them had worked together and had been friends for years, Jackson couldn't help but feel angry at him. How could Jay B let you drink like that? Couldn't he see you were getting drunk? Why wasn't he stopping you?

Suddenly you got up. Instantly Jackson was on high alert. He followed you with his eyes as you made your way to the toilets. Quickly Jackson got up as well and followed you.

xxx

Everything was very hazy.

You tried to blink hard to get a sharp image, but it didn't work.

Ugh, why had you been drinking so much tonight? You knew you had a low tolerance, especially since you hadn't gone out in quite a while.

You wanted to kick yourself.

Even going to the toilet was hard, and when you went to wash your hands, the alcohol had fully kicked in. Everything was turning and you could hardly walk a straight line to the exit.

You peered over at the spot where you and Jay B had been sitting, but he was gone. Confused and dazed you looked around the bar until you finally found him at the entrance talking to another one of your colleagues. Apparently, they had finally arrived. You made your way over to them.

Suddenly, something massive bumped into you. You looked up in a daze. A very large man with a beard and an angry face looked down at you.

'Hey!' you said annoyed as he blocked your way.

'Excuse me?' the rough-looking stranger said angrily.

'Yes, excuse you, now let me pass,' you responded irritated, putting your hands forwards to give the man a push so you could move him aside.

The man didn't move however and one of his arms raised up.

Suddenly something grabbed you by the arm and pulled you aside.

'My apologies sir, my wife had been drinking too much. Please excuse her behavior,' a familiar voice spoke.

'I wasn't-,' you began but you felt a squeeze in your arm and the minuscule part of you that still had some sense knew you had to shut up now.

'Whatever,' the rough man growled, before turning around and walking away.

You looked beside you, to the person who had spoken.

An incredibly familiar face looked at you. His perfect dark straight brows were furrowed as his black almond eyes looked at you in worry.

You had never seen his soft-looking lips so close up in real life.

'Are you okay?' his soft husky voice whispered.

You nodded slowly, staring at the one before you.

'You're very drunk, let me take you home,' his voice said. Although it wasn't a question, you nodded again.

A strong warm arm wrapped itself tightly around your waist and guided you towards the exit.

You couldn't keep your eyes off of him. Everything felt like a dream and you were trying your best to take in every hazy detail of his perfect skin.

'Jackson? What are you..?' you heard Jay B say in surprise.

'She's drunk, I'm taking her home,' Jackson said with a dark voice. Without waiting for any response, he guided you outside.

It was cold and you shivered.  Instantly Jackson pulled you in closer.

'Almost there,' he whispered softly in your ear. His hot breath tickled your neck.

You heard beeping and a door opening. With one sudden quick movement, Jackson swept you off of your feet princess style and you yelped in surprise before he softly brought you down to the seat of his car.

This had to be a dream. Surely it was a dream.

You blinked a few times and suddenly Jackson was sitting next to you in the driver's seat.

'What's your address?' he asked softly.

'Hmm?' you hummed, trying to remember but your memory failing you.

'Nevermind, I'll look it up on your CV,' you heard Jackson say. You had no idea what he meant.

You blinked a few times again.

Suddenly the door opened again and you felt strong arms wrapping around you.

The scent of warmth and clean clothes and something completely unique filled your nose. It was the best thing you had ever smelled in your life.

Without thinking, you wrapped your arms around him and buried your face in his neck.

'Jackson,' you murmured the name of the dream you were having.

'We're here baby,' his husky voice said. You hummed dissatisfied, not wanting to let go of this dream just yet.

You felt something tugging on the bag that was hanging over your shoulder.

'No, no stealing,' you tried to protest.

Keys rattled.

A door opened.

'You gotta let go of me now baby,' his low voice whispered in your ear. You pouted and growled in protest but did as you were told.

Very slowly you were put down on something soft.

'Let me get you some water,' the dream voice spoke. You blinked a few times against the light and saw a dark figure walking over to your kitchen.

You kept blinking. The place around you was familiar.

You turned your head to see and vaguely recognized that this was your apartment.

A sudden lurch in your belly made you gag, and you jumped up.

TOILET NOW

You ran to the bathroom as fast as you could, bending over double and pouring your innards out into the toilet.

It felt like it took hours.

Only when you felt like you had puked yourself completely dry, you dared to sit up again. Your vision was still a bit blurry, but that was mostly because of the tears in your eyes. Your brain still felt slightly foggy but your mind seemed to have sobered up almost completely.

Careful not to move too much, you got up and walked over to the sink. By some miracle, your makeup was still mostly intact. You opened the tab and rinsed your mouth a few times, topping it off with some mouthwash.

Feeling like absolute shit you excited the bathroom.

'Feeling better now?' a voice spoke.

You jumped startled and looked over at the sound of the voice.

There, standing at your desk was your boss. And it wasn't one of the many posters that were hanging around your tiny apartment. It was the real deal.

Jackson looked at you with a smug smile, a glass of water standing on your desk, and a horrifyingly familiar diary in his hands.

Both your brain and your body stopped working completely.

'Nice place you have,' Jackson said with a grin, looking around slowly, analyzing each and every poster of himself that was hanging up.

You couldn't react.

'I'm sorry for snooping around like this, I don't usually do, but when I saw this little notebook on your desk, I simply couldn't help myself,' Jackson said still grinning.

Your mind was blank.

'You're quite the poet,' he said, putting it back on your desk. His face had a dark grin you had never seen before.

You were frozen to the ground.

Slowly Jackson made his way over to you. Every step seemed to echo in the silent room.

His black eyes inched closer to you with every second and finally, your body seemed to remember it had legs.

As Jackson crept up on you, you backed away, until the back of your head hit something hard.

The wall. Trapped.

But Jackson didn't stop, getting nearer and nearer until his feet were next to yours.

He towered over you, placing his hands on either side of your head, pinning you against the wall.

There was nowhere to run.

His black eyes bore into yours. The sly smile on his face made the hairs on your neck stand up straight.

'So you love me huh?' he whispered. A shudder went through you, but you couldn't look away.

'You want me?' he repeated, his face coming even closer now. He put his mouth closer to yours. Lips almost touching.  

'You wanna kiss me?' he mumbled the words into your mouth, lips brushing yours. It felt like electricity was burning through you. An involuntary whimper left your mouth.

Jackson pulled back a little, his lips moving to your neck.

'You want me to fuck you?' he whispered, his lips stroking your neck. He moved up towards the shell of your ear. You let out an unintentional gasp. Jackson chuckled low.

'And you'd even do anything so that I'd pump you full of my cum, knocking you up with my babies,' he quoted the particularly horny and desperate passage from your old diary. Your breath staggered.

If only god would strike you down now.

You could feel Jackson kiss the soft spot underneath your ear for a moment and once more a soft moan left your lips.

Both your legs and brain turned into putty.

'Well, then,' his breath came hot into your ear, 'I'm looking forwards to seeing what this naughty and dirty girl will do for me.'

You closed your eyes.

At Midnight|2

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"Fix your face," A stern voice hissed in Imani's ear causing her to internally roll her eyes. "And straighten up. Pretend as if you want to be here or else,"

Imani stood up correctly, plastering a smile across her face when they stepped inside of the bridal boutique where their guests were already waiting. Her gaze settled over the three women who occupied the long white couch, her left eye twitching when she met a pair of cold hazel eyes staring back at her.

"Ladies, it's good to see all of you," Imani's mother, Robin, voiced as she hugged each woman before taking her spot next to Imani. "We didn't keep you all waiting long, did we?"

"No, we only arrived five minutes ago since we were already close to the area," The older woman replied, looking between Imani and her mother. "I made reservations for lunch so we can discuss the reception after we finish here, is that ok?"

Imani wanted to say no but she knew otherwise to keep her mouth shut, especially around them. "Of course, I had a few things in mind about that anyway," Robin smiles, glancing at her daughter who remained in character.

"Great. So, Miss bride to be, are you excited for your final dress fitting?" The woman asked, turning her attention towards Imani.

"Very, Mrs. Torres," Imani lied smoothly.

"Imani, what have I told you? Call me Tammy, We're practically family now," She gushes, pulling Imani to her side as she leads the way towards the back. "My son is going to fall even more in love when he sees you in this dress,"

With a scoff threatening to escape her throat, Imani quickly covered it up with a small laugh. "I'm hoping that he does," She nods, wishing to be anywhere but here. This was supposed to a happy occasion but instead, all Imani felt was despondent.

"Daisha, why don't go help Imani with her dress?" Tammy offered, facing her oldest daughter much to Imani's dismay. The amount of dread that ran through her veins at the suggestion had her seeing red.

Opening her mouth to protest, Imani was quickly cut off by a soft voice. "No mama, I'll help her instead. I mean I am her maid of honor,"

A wave of relief filled Imani as she heard those words. Being alone with Daisha would've surely ended up with Imani arrested and Daisha laying in somebodies hospital bed. That girl had a lethal ass mouth and no type of respect for Imani at all. Not to mention the fact that she just so happened to be a good friend of Faithe’s.

Oh, the irony in that shit.

"Ok then, we'll be waiting out here when you two finish, don't take too long," Tammy shooed them to the back where one of the workers showed them where her dress was located in of the private rooms.

As soon as the door closed, Imani plopped down on one of the chairs in a huff. "I keep telling you Mani, you should run while you still got time cause ain't no way I would be still going through with this if I was you,"

Imani leaned forward, placing her elbows on her knees. "You know my circumstance Kayla, it's not that easy," What she truly wanted was to just disappear but with Jayden and who he was made the task impossible. If she ran he would only use her loved ones against her and he would go to great lengths to keep her in her place.

Something he has demonstrated once before.

"I don't like this Imani," Kayla voices, her worry evident in her tone. "No disrespect but your family isn't even worth it, in fact, they deserve whatever karma that comes their way," She comments bitterly. "And don't get me started on my brother's trifling ass, I can't believe he had that bitch in your home, not once but twice now!"

Hearing Kayla speak those words only seemed to make Imani's head ache even more with the events that had occurred two nights ago.

It took her saying that she would be spending the weekend away with her best friend that she finally came home to Jayden's car being parked in the driveway before hers.

When she had told him of her plans, she could practically see the shimmer in his eyes of having the house to himself for a few days, and there was no doubt in her mind of how he planned on occupying his "free time".

However, her words had all been a lie.

As soon as Imani unlocked the front door, her mind screamed at her that something wasn't right. When she scanned the living room spotting a pair of white heels she knew wasn't hers and the evidence of dinner scattered across the glass table, she knew that her suspicion had been confirmed.

The sense of uneasiness that pricked at her skin when she slowly made her way towards her bedroom and peeked her head inside once she opened the door to see them in the same manner when she had first discovered them a few weeks prior.

The level of disrespect she felt as she stepped into the room was nauseating. She began to wonder how many times Jayden had brought Faithe into their home without her knowing it. How many times they rolled around in the same bed she slept in nightly. How many times he allowed his mistress to walk through their halls as if she truly belonged there.

She remembered the way her nails dug into her palm from her fists being closed so tightly at his unapologetic reaction when his eyes landed on hers. Faithe was laid sound asleep on his shirtless chest and he didn't bother to move her or act surprised at being "caught" because Imani knew that he simply didn't give a fuck...he never has.

And that's why she hated that she still cared so much. She felt like a complete fool when her tears begun to fall down her cheeks, however, with the type of anger that was coursing through her veins, he was lucky she didn't put a bullet between his eyes.

Before Imani had knew it, she had hastily walked towards her closet and grabbed the bags she had packed a few days ago just in case. She ignored him when he called her name as she made her way down the stairs, barely reaching the door when he snatched her back as if she was a rag doll.

The dark look in his eyes when she had stared up at him had made her so damn nervous she started shaking in his tight grip. She knew that look and exactly what it meant but she had made up her mind...or so she thought.

Somehow she had managed to pull herself away from him and practically run out of the house and into the heavy rains, getting soaked immediately. When she had tossed her bags into the backseat and hopped into her car, she spotted Jayden standing at the doorway just as Faithe walked up behind him. To know that they could go behind her back and do that to her made her insides boil.

Two days she had to herself before he had shown up at her hotel room and dragged her ass back home.

"Imani? Did you hear me?" Kayla questioned, pulling Imani from her thoughts and back to reality.

"I'm sorry, I-...I just have a lot on my mind right now," She answered honestly. Her time was limited, as well as her options.

Her situation put her in such a tough spot and none of it was her doing but she could only continue to put some of the blame on herself. All of her life has been planned out for her since she came into this world, and she never bothered to break free from it. Allowing her family to pull her down a path she didn't ask for all for the sake of an image and the deadly threat that came attached to it.

Kayla sighed and sat next to Imani, placing her arm around her shoulder. "Look, we have two months before the wedding, we'll figure something out. I can't let your family nor mine ruin you like this,"

A small smile broke onto Imani's face just as someone started to knock on the door, "You ladies finished yet? We have to be at the restaurant in 30 minutes," Tammy's muffled voice questioned from the other side of the door.

"Yes mama, just give us two more minutes and we'll be out," Kayla yelled out, standing up, pulling Imani along with her. "I swear she's trying to use this wedding as a makeup version to the one she had with daddy," She mumbles once she heard her mothers retreating footsteps.

"Mine is no better, trust me. My patience wears thin every time I'm around her," The respect she once had for her mother was long replaced with distaste. Robin was the exact opposite of what a loving mother should be. And her father, well...that was another case.

"It's a shame because this dress is so damn gorgeous Mani," Kayla approved, running her fingers down the material of the custom made gown that was designed by some foreign designer. For the 35 racks that Tammy spent on it, Imani felt beautiful in it but it just wasn't her. The mermaid lace gown was a sight with its backless illusion and sparkling crystals details throughout the entire design but it was the long train that truly made it stand out.

As Kayla zipped up Imani and clipped the veil in place, Imani eyed herself in the mirror. Barely a twinge of joy filled her as she stared back at her reflection. "Let's get this over with..."

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Imani's attention had long ago tuned out the conversation at the table minutes ago. Just the mention of any parts of the wedding made her head throb. Two months ago she would've been thrilled but now, after knowing the truth and coming to her senses, she wanted no parts of it.

Thankfully Daisha had other plans and had somewhere else to be, leaving just Kayla, Tammy and her mother for their lunch date. Imani didn't know if she could deal with anymore sneak dissing from the woman before her fist met her jaw. She could already hear her loud ass cackling laugh on the phone gossiping away with Faith about today.

The jealousy was so strong with her.

Sitting back, Imani scanned around the upscale restaurant, taking in the scenery and the people who occupied the nicely decorated space. She always hated places like this because they were so overpriced and had more plate space than actual food.

Shaking her head, she interlocked her hands on her lap when her eyes caught a glance of someone very familiar.

He sat at a table not far from hers with three other men. Looking handsome as ever in a simple white button-up and jeans as he listened intently to whatever conversation was being discussed with the man who sat across from him.

Imani could feel her throat immediately become dry as she sat there bluntly staring at him from afar.

Since that night at the gala, he has never strayed far from her mind.

His face, his scent, and that voice invaded her life daily, no matter how hard she tried to forget about him. Even her dreams were of him. It had only convinced her even more that he was an angel in disguise. They had only spent a few minutes together and yet Leo has managed to make such an impact in that short period of time.

It almost bothered her with how much she thought of him...almost.

Maybe if he wasn't so damn handsome, she could just forget about him but if she was truly being honest, images of him inside her head have been the only source of light that she's had lately.

She wanted to feel his hands against her skin again. To know what his lips would feel like on other parts of her body that haven't been catered to in months. Hear him whisper sweet nothings in her ear as he held her close...or bring her to high she knew that only he could provide her with. It was something she should feel guilty about but she didn't.

As if feeling eyes on him, she watched him look around until those onyx orbs landed on hers. "I have to use the restroom, I'll be back in a few minutes," Imani announced, tearing her gaze away from him and on to the women at her table.

Not waiting for an answer, Imani stood up with her purse in hand and headed straight for the bathrooms in the back. It was as if the air around her become thick, making it harder to breathe. And her rapidly beating heart filled her ears with each step she took. She practically barged through the women's door and into a random stall, swiftly locking it behind her.

Hanging her purse on the hook, Imani took a deep breath, leaning on the cool wooden door as she grabbed at her chest. This was more than just her being surprised...it was something much worse and she knew it.

"Please..." She pleaded quietly.

The dizziness she felt, the shortness of her breath caused a sense of panic to cloud her thoughts. It's been getting worse these past few weeks and she knew that wasn't a good sign. It was happening too quickly.

"...mani?...Imani?" She could hear someone calling her name but she just could not focus. "Are you ok?" The voice spoke again, one she's heard before.

With shaky hands, she unlocked the door and let whoever was on the other side in. Through blurry vision, she tried to make out the face knowing it was Leo from his scent alone. A pair of warm hands gripped her face, forcing her to look at him.

"Just breath...that's it...focus on me, I got you,"

Gripping his arms, Imani did what he said, slowly feeling herself begin to calm down. The pain she felt inside of her chest becoming numb, almost nonexistent as she breathed in and out. Now being able to see him clearly, Imani stared at him, taking in his beautiful features up close.

"What was that?" He asked, wiping away at her fallen tears. As soon as Leo saw her head towards the bathroom, he got up and carefully followed. He wasn't expecting to hear her whimpering inside of a stall as he called her name with no response, much less to see her clearly terrified of what was happening.

Imani remained quiet for a few seconds, not wanting to admit her burden out loud, especially to him. This was only her second time meeting him and it just so happen to be in a moment of weakness.

"Imani..." There was something so soothing in the way he said her name. She liked it, she thought to herself as she closed her eyes.

If only things were different...

"I'm dying,"