Chapter Five
By the end of the evening Jack knew without a doubt that he had the right woman. No matter what was said, Rachel remained a lady at his side. He stood by her, not allowing anyone to even come close. The social set that he lived in was filled with people who only wished to bring others down. He didn’t have that belief.
The only time she was out of his sight throughout the whole evening was when she needed to use the bathroom. He noticed her pale expression when she came toward him afterward, and didn’t doubt for a moment that someone had cornered her and said something. She didn’t say a word, and for the rest of the evening he didn’t pressure her into telling him anything.
When they were in the car heading for his home, Jack wanted to know.
“What happened?” he asked.
Throughout the evening he’d felt her withdraw from him, little by little. Jack didn’t like it.
“Nothing.”
“Don’t lie. Don’t start with the bullshit. I’m not some loser boyfriend who can be pushed aside and made to believe nothing is wrong. I know these people. I’ve been around them most of my life. You were like a sheep caught in a wolf’s sights. They don’t like how you look. The beauty and kindness shows within your eyes. They want to tear it down, destroy it, and let the world know there is nothing better than they are.”
He saw the tears in her eyes, and she looked toward him. “They don’t deserve your tears, baby.”
“Why not? They’re your friends. They only spoke the truth anyway. I’m your whore. You pay me to fuck me, and when you’re done you’ll pass me over just like you have everyone else.”
“Everyone else?” he asked.
“They spoke about how you’re always bringing in stray dogs, and that when you grow tired you toss them out onto the street and watch them struggle. It’s like a sport to you.”
Jack’s rage knew no bounds in that moment. He’d discover who the women were and he’d make sure they suffered.
Taking hold of Rachel’s hand, he stroked her wrist, feeling the pulse jump beneath his touch. “I’ve never done this before. I’ve helped people who needed help. I’ve got several shelters and organizations that help the homeless rebuild their lives. Some people don’t want that. They like their life the way it is. I’ve never seen a woman who has made me feel so much desire that I chase her halfway across town ’til I get to a diner, only to discover her counting loose change for a slice of pie. I saw you, Rachel. I wanted you. I’m not going to toss you out onto the street. I don’t expect you to believe me.”
“I am your whore though.”
“So? That’s our business. I won’t share you. You’re my woman. My stripper. My whore. My everything.” He cupped her cheek, turning her face toward him so she didn’t look elsewhere. “Who cares what anyone else thinks? I don’t, and I would never allow anyone to talk to you that way. What we do is our business.” He pulled her down, taking her lips in a searing kiss, moving her at the same time so that she lay underneath him.
The dress she wore didn’t provide much modesty, but he had no intention of removing it right now.
Sliding the dress to her waist, he tore at the panties and felt the heat of her cunt against his palm.
She was wet already, and he wanted to drive those vicious women from her mind. Sliding a single finger into her soaked pussy, he stroked her clit with his thumb, moving back and forth.
His fingers within her grew incredibly wet, and it made him moan just feeling her tighten around him. His cock pressed against the front of his pants, desperate to be inside her.
“Please, Jack, I need you.”
All he’d intended was to give her pleasure, but now, he couldn’t resist. Pulling his fingers from her tight heat, he licked her cream off, which only made him even harder. Releasing his cock, he ran his hand up and down the length. Pre-cum was already spilling out of the tip, and he groaned as pleasure flooded his entire body.
Running the tip between her thighs, he bumped her clit a couple of times before heading to her entrance. In one thrust, he filled her pussy, holding her hips as he slid right to the hilt within her.
She pulsed around him, crying out his name.
The car wasn’t the ideal place to fuck her as hard as he wanted, but he found a rhythm that drove them both crazy.
Taking her hand, he placed it on her pussy, getting her to play with herself as he rode her body.
The scent of sex was heavy in the back of the car, and he loved it. He didn’t want to stop. Her pussy tightened, squeezing his cock, desperate for his cum, and he fucked her harder.
She began to near her climax as she clenched his length, tightening like a vise. Suddenly, she cried out, impaling her pussy onto his cock.
Jack found his own release, thrusting inside her, filling her with his cum.
He’d not worn a condom. Now, he rested his head against her tits, closing his eyes with a smile. He’d found the right woman for him.
All he had to do now was make sure no one tried to destroy it for him.
By the time they were both covered and decent, they had arrived at his home.
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The dress she wore didn’t leave anything to the imagination. Entering their home once again, Rachel thanked Wallace for driving them home and followed Jack to his office.
When she entered the room, she heard the soft music and knew what he wanted. He liked watching her undress, and he tended to put music on to let her know he wanted it slow, seductive, teasing.
What shocked Rachel even more was the fact she enjoyed it. There was a kind of power in her dancing. The way he stared at her, the need always there. His gaze never failed to follow her, even tonight when leaving the bathroom after those women had told her exactly what she meant to them.
“You’re a bug. We don’t like bugs in our crowd. We squash them and send them on their merry way. You’re just another plaything for him. You think you’re special, but you don’t even have the first clue how many women he’s had before you. How he mocks them when he tosses them out on the street. It’s only a matter of time before you’re begging men to take you just so you can earn your supper.”
Rachel had simply stared at the woman and asked if she could use the sink. Girls like Felicity didn’t bother her. Being in foster care, she’d learned to have a thick skin, but in that moment, she wondered why Jack picked her.
Was it all just sex, or did he want something else?
Being the invisible one in the group tonight she’d heard a lot of whispers, a lot of rumors.
They all were wondering whom Jack would marry, saying that one day he’d need an heir to his fortune, and he didn’t even look to be picking someone in their group.
She was surprised by how greedy they were.
Each and every person she encountered wanted Jack in some way, and it was always about his money, never about him.
Slowly, she began to dance, using the beat and moves that enhanced her curves. Jack sat in his chair, and this time, she went straight toward him. Straddling his lap, she felt the evidence of his need for her pressing against the front of his pants.
Lowering the straps of her dress, she watched him as he took in her naked form.
“You picked me because I’m nothing like them,” she said, speaking for the first time.
He didn’t say anything at first. Instead, he reached out, curling her hair behind her ear, and stroking down her cheek. “Yes.”
“Why? Don’t you need someone like them to help—”
“Make me more money? I don’t need more money, Rachel. I don’t need more power, or anything else. I’ve no interest in being the world’s richest man. I have more money than I can spend. You heard them tonight. They talk a good game. Gambling with people’s lives like it’s fun.”
“The company I worked for before. Was it owned by anyone we saw tonight?” she asked.
Jack nodded.
She smiled. “Wow, in a weird way you were probably in a conversation like that. Listening to someone set the path that would bring me to you.”
“I have no interest in putting people’s lives at risk.”
She’d stopped dancing just to talk. Even with her tits exposed she didn’t care. Jack always put her at ease, even tonight surrounded by his friends. He’d put his hand at her back, and she’d felt comforted. “What made you change?”
“What makes you think I was any different?”
“Your age. I don’t know. It’s like you’ve learned from something, some action maybe?” She shrugged. “You don’t owe me any explanation or anything. I’d just like to get to know you.”
He smiled. “You saw how different you were. Even with me offering you so much money, you’ve never once asked to see it, or seemed completely besotted with me for the clothes and the house.”
“At a young age I learned that clothes don’t mean anything, nor does living in a good house. People have secrets, and they do everything they can to try and hide them. Money has its place in the world and in life. It changes people, and that makes it dangerous.”
“I’ve always been wealthy. I had the intelligence, and I was cocky. Partying, I’d burn money because I knew I was going to have more to replace it.” He ran a hand down his face. “I gambled on companies. They were just names. An extension of my wealth. They didn’t bring much in. They broke even half the time. One day I was sitting in my office, a bottle of champagne at my side when a police officer came in. He had a file in his hand, and told me he was investigating multiple suicides. One of the companies that got shut down because I gambled the wrong way. Ten men took their own lives. They were men who’d put their entire lives into the company. Invested everything, and because I decided to party, had one too many to drink, those men lost everything. Their families had nothing. I stared at the pictures of the gunshot wounds to their heads. I didn’t pull that trigger, but I might as well have.”
Rachel stared at him, surprised.
“That was over twenty years ago.” He shook his head. “I took a trip, and I learned about that business. How it employed a hundred people, and I then visited the people, the families they had. The lives that depended on them. It was a wakeup call. The company that earned me billions also held the lives of my workers. They’re the ones that earn me money, and I didn’t respect them. I changed. I learned a lot overnight, and I made sure that I never, ever took for granted what I wanted. The people you saw tonight, they keep expecting that reckless bastard to appear. He won’t. He’s long dead. I’m not a hero, Rachel. I’m just like them.”