Chapter Twenty-two Jennifer
Chapter Twenty-two
Jennifer
I take a deep breath before knocking on the door. I know I should wait for him; know I shouldn’t push him.
But I can’t wait. Not anymore.
It took Daniel exactly two weeks to mess with my mind, and while I was terrified the first time I saw him, now, I’m nothing but attracted to him.
It’s not even that I wanted this. But I can’t help it.
When I hear Daniel’s faint voice telling me to come in, I hesitate for a moment, wondering if I’m really going to do this.
But I know I have to. For me. For him. And for my daughter. Because all of us need clarity before this turns into something it shouldn’t.
As I step into the office, his expression shifts. I’ve been here before—twice—but it’s always been his men bringing him information or giving him updates on missions. But never me.
His gaze softens. Daniel doesn’t let his guard down often, but every time he looks at me...
I know he’s not the dangerous, cold man he wants me to believe he is. There’s something else. Something he doesn’t want me to know about.
“Jennifer,” he says, his voice low. “I’m surprised to see you. I’m quite busy handling some... shipments. What brings you here? Any trouble I should know about?”
I stay quiet for a moment, unsure of how to start. But when I speak, his eyes darken.
“I need to know what this is between us,” I murmur.
“What do you mean, Jennifer?”
Fuck, I hate when he talks like this. Like he’s never met me before. Like he’s never done anything for me.
Like he’s never told me he’d fuck me if he wanted to.
“You know very well what I mean,” I say, my voice shaky. “Just tell me, please. You’re confusing me.”
Daniel’s jaw tightens. He’s unsure of how to respond.
“Jenny, you know what this is. I’m your boss. I’m keeping you safe. That’s what’s between us.”
I scoff. Of course, yeah, right.
“Come on... You know that’s not what I’m talking about.”
“What are you talking about, then?” Daniel’s expression turns challenging. I swallow hard, my throat dry.
“I’ll be honest, Daniel. I want you. And I’m sure you want this, too. We just… Need to figure this out.”
He remains silent, eyes locked on mine, and I start to panic. What if I’ve been reading too much into this?
What if Victoria was wrong about Daniel and me?
“I guess so,” he says after a long pause.
What?
“What the hell does that mean?”
Daniel shrugs, glancing at his wristwatch. It reminds me of the first time I was here—sneaking around, finding that damn wristwatch.
“I do want you, Jennifer. We both know that. But we also know that I can’t want you.”
“What’s stopping you from it?”
“You know what does. I’m not the type of person you want. You’re too good. No matter how cliché it sounds, you know it’s true.”
I scoff. “We’ve talked about this before.”
“Then you should know my answer, pretty.”
That fucking nickname. He knows what it does to me. And he’s not fucking stopping.
“You can’t take me on a date, tell me you want to fuck me, then buy my daughter a plush bunny and make her look at you like the father she never had…” I pause. “And then expect me to act like there’s nothing between us.”
When I finally realize what I just said, the harshness of my words hit me. It’s the truth, but God, it sounds so... terrible.
He stands up, walking around his desk before stopping in front of me. His curly hair falls over his face as he stares down at me.
I love it. I love feeling him take up my whole world.
“You really think Mary sees me as a father figure?” he whispers. The topic catches me off guard, but I nod.
“It’s just... I can’t have you act like you want to be part of my life and Mary’s, only to go off and marry another woman one day. I don’t want Mary to have false expectations of how you’ll treat her, or me.”
He nods. “Tell me to stop acting like this, and I will. I’ll treat you like any nurse, ignore you completely, never interact with your daughter again. You want that?”
I exhale, my breath shaky. “No. Not exactly.”
“Then tell me, pretty. What is it that you really want?”
I stare deep into his eyes. “I just... want you to take me. Own me.”
He stiffens, his eyes never leaving mine. “You don’t know what you’re asking for.”
Then, suddenly, he crashes his lips onto mine, shoving me against the bookshelf. His hand protects my head from slamming against it, but he doesn’t let go of me.
Our kiss grows wilder with every second, his hands pulling me closer, giving me the urge to drown in his touch. The heat between my legs intensifies, especially as he groans into me.
“I do know,” I whisper when he gives me a second to breathe, only for him to crush his lips against mine once more.
“You’re so going to regret it, pretty,” he growls, pressing me harder against the bookshelf. His body grinds against mine.
When he finally pulls back, both of us out of breath, I bite my lip. “Please, just... Take control of me. I need you, master.”
He’s shocked– just as much as he’s turned on.
I know he’s not used to this. But that makes it even more thrilling.
“I didn’t know you were such a needy whore, pretty.”
I bite my lip, realizing that this is finally happening. What I’ve been craving for years. “For you, I am.”
“That’s my good girl...”
I slowly rub my lower body against his, earning a low growl from him. He turns me on so much, doing the bare minimum.
“You wish I’d fuck you against this bookshelf right now, hm, baby?” he whispers in my ear.
I nod eagerly. “I need this, Daniel...”
“Don’t.”
“Hm?”, I look up, confused. What?
“Don’t say my name. Call me master again.”
I blush, suddenly aware of how I’ve been talking. I’ve been so caught up in the moment, I didn’t realize…
“I need you, master...”
He nods, his voice low. “Such a good fucking girl.”
I grab his hair, kissing him fiercely, wanting to devour him completely. Not wanting to stop. Wanting to stay in this moment forever.
Just him and me.
“Get on your knees, baby. Let me show you how badly I crave your beautiful body.”
I immediately submit, eager to get what I’ve needed all this time. It’s been years since I’ve felt this kind of intimacy, and I’m craving it so badly. I crave his touch more than anything.
He looks down at me, his gaze making me feel vulnerable in a way I’ve never felt before. I’ve never been this type of woman—submissive, eager.
But fuck, there’s nothing else I’d rather be doing right now.
He pats my head softly. “You want your master to ruin this pretty little mouth of yours?”
I nod eagerly, looking up at him, unsure and yet excited of what’s next.
“Good girl. Exactly like that. Take my pants off.”
I quickly obey, eager for him to take control of me. But right then, as I’m about to show him the most vulnerable side of me, the door slams open, crashing against the wall.
Fuckkkk.
Daniel instantly grabs his weapon, aiming it toward the door, ready to kill.
Ready to destroy whoever ruined this moment of ours.
I jump, my back hitting the bookshelf, my heart racing.
But it’s not death staring us down as I expected based on Daniel’s reaction—it’s Julian.
That fucking bastard.
Julian grins at us. “My bad, sorry for interrupting.” He looks right at me and winks, making me feel more uncomfortable than ever.
Daniel lowers his gun, muttering something under his breath. I’m pretty sure it’s something along the lines of “piece of shit.”
“What the hell do you want, Julian? You know there’s something called knocking? Use your brain for once.”
“The boss is calling for a meeting.”
Daniel tenses, his muscles tight as a wire. “Coming,” is all he says before walking back to his desk and grabbing a couple of files.
Julian is already gone by the time Daniel grabs my arm, dragging me with him.
I barely keep up. “Where are you taking me?” I ask.
He doesn’t slow down. “The meeting.”
My mouth drops open. “But... You said you’d keep me out of everything!”
He stops suddenly and turns, resulting to me crashing into his chest, confused.
“Alright, listen, pretty,” he inhales deeply, his voice low and serious.
“First of all, you’re our nurse. Everyone who works for us attends our meetings. Second, if you truly want to be mine...”
His voice drops to a whisper, making sure no one hears him.
“I need to be completely transparent with you. Both my mother and sister don’t work for us, but you do. And they’ve always known what our family does—drugs, weapons, killing people if they don’t pay up.”
I gulp, shocked at his words. “What are you talking about?”
“I need to be sure you understand the kind of man I am before you submit to me completely.”