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The Accidental Wealth Chapter 11
"Eight years?" Jackson echoed, his mind reeling. "But that's impossible. I just left here yesterday. Well, before the bus... and the hospital..." He trailed off, realizing how insane he must sound.The woman's expression softened slightly, moving from suspicion to concern. "Are you feeling alright, dear? Perhaps you need to sit down. Or call someone?"Jackson shook his head, trying to clear the fog of confusion. "No, no, I'm fine. I'm sorry, I must have the wrong apartment. My mistake."The old woman eyed him suspiciously for a moment longer, then shrugged. "Alright, dear. Do take care." With that, she shuffled back inside and closed the door, leaving Jackson's mouth agape in the hallway.He blinked rapidly as if expecting the familiar surroundings of his apartment to materialize before him. No such luck. The faded wallpaper and musty carpet remained stubbornly unfamiliar."What in the ever-loving hell is going on?" Jackson muttered, running a hand through his hair."My, my, such lang
The Accidental Wealth Chapter 12
Jackson stepped out of the apartment building, squinting against the harsh sunlight. The world around him seemed both familiar and alien at the same time. Hover cars? No. Flying pigs? Nope. Just regular old 2033 traffic and pollution. How disappointing. "Well, this is just peachy," he muttered, shoving his hands in his pockets. "Now what?" As if on cue, Quantum Quill's voice piped up in his head. "Now, my dear Jackson, you need to go to a hotel room." "A hotel room? Seriously? I just left a hospital, and now you want me to check into a hotel? What am I, a walking advertisement for overpriced accommodations?" "Less sass, more action, darling. Chop chop!" "Alright, alright. I'm going. But if this turns out to be some weird timeshare presentation, I'm blaming you." He spotted an ATM nearby and made his way over. "I always dreamed of taking out this much money without breaking into a cold sweat. Shame it had to happen in a parallel universe." Just as he pocketed the cash, a cab scr
The Accidental Wealth Chapter 13
The elevator descended with a gentle hum, carrying Natalia and Evelyn down from Evelyn's luxurious suite. Natalia's brow furrowed as she glanced at her friend. "Seriously, Ev, why do you always insist on these fancy-schmancy hotels? They're gonna suck your bank account dry faster than a vacuum on steroids." "Oh, please. Daddy dearest foots the bill. He'd have a conniption if his precious princess stayed under five-star." "Whatever," Natalia scoffed, crossing her arms. "You won't catch me burning cash on overpriced mini-bars and fluffy robes. I'd rather spend my hard-earned dough on something useful... like shoes." "Says the girl with more zeroes in her bank account than I have shoes," Evelyn retorted. "Come on, live a little! What's the point of having money if you don't splash it around?" Natalia opened her mouth to fire back, but the words died on her tongue as the elevator doors slid open. Her eyes locked onto a man standing next to a room attendant, and suddenly, the world se
The Accidental Wealth Chapter 14
The elevator dinged, and Carlos led the way down a plush hallway. "Here we are, Mr. Jackson. Your home away from home!" He swung open the door with a flourish, revealing a suite that made Jackson's jaw drop. It was bigger than his entire apartment, with floor-to-ceiling windows offering a panoramic view of the city. A massive bed dominated one side of the room, looking more like a small island than a piece of furniture. "Holy sh-" Jackson caught himself, remembering Carlos's presence. "I mean, wow. This is... something else." Carlos beamed, clearly proud of the reaction he'd elicited. "Isn't it just? The living area is through here, and the bathroom... well, let's just say it's more of a bathing experience than a mere bathroom." Jackson followed Carlos through the suite, his eyes widening with each new revelation. The living area boasted a couch that could comfortably seat a small army and a TV resembling a private cinema screen. "And here," Carlos announced, throwing open anothe
The Accidental Wealth Chapter 15
Time seemed to crawl by at a snail's pace. Jackson paced the room, practiced his "seductive" face in the mirror (which mostly looked like he was constipated), and even considered raiding the mini-bar for liquid courage. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the doorbell rang. Jackson's heart leaped into his throat. He smoothed down his hair, took a deep breath, and opened the door. Standing before him was a vision in a crisp hotel uniform. Her honey-blonde hair was pulled back into a neat bun, a few rebellious strands framing a face that could launch a thousand ships - or at least a thousand terrible pickup lines. "Your order, sir," she said, her voice melodious and professional. Jackson blinked, his brain frantically trying to remember how words worked. "I... uh... sandwich?" he managed to croak out. "Yes, sir. One club sandwich, as requested." She held out the tray, and Jackson's hands moved on autopilot to take it. Their fingers brushed for
The Accidental Wealth Chapter 16
He slid his hands up her back, finding the clasp of her bra and undoing it with a practiced flick. The bra fell away, revealing her breasts, nipples already hard. "Someone's been practicing," she teased, arching her back to press against him. "Only on my teddy bear," he quipped, earning a laugh from her that turned into a moan as he took one of her nipples into his mouth. He sucked and nibbled, relishing the way she squirmed and sighed above him. Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. She pushed him back. "Your turn," she whispered, yanking his t-shirt over his head. Her hands roamed his chest, nails scratching lightly, sending shivers down his spine. He reached for her, but she batted his hands away. "Patience, Jackson." "Fuck patience," he growled, flipping them over so she was beneath him. He kissed her neck, biting gently, making her gasp. His hands found the waistband of her skirt, yanking it down her legs. She kicked it off, leaving her in jus
The Accidental Wealth Chapter 17
He laughed nervously, scrambling for an explanation. "Oh, that? It's... uh... a funny story, actually." She crossed her arms, waiting expectantly. "I'm all ears." Jackson ran a hand through his hair, buying time. "Well, I'm not usually this... technologically challenged. My regular phone had an unfortunate encounter with a cup of coffee this morning. Total goner. So, I had to dig out this relic from the depths of my junk drawer." Sophia raised an eyebrow, clearly not entirely convinced. "As for the clothes," he continued, gesturing to his attire, "I'm a firm believer in the 'comfort over style' philosophy. Have you seen the price tags on some of those designer outfits? Highway robbery, if you ask me." She studied him briefly, and then a small smile crept across her face. "Alright, Mr. Practical. I'll buy it... for now. But you better get yourself a new phone soon. This thing belongs in a museum." "Trust me, it's at the top of my to-do list," Jackson ass
The Accidental Wealth Chapter 18
Jackson stared at the ceiling, trying to process this turn of events. He'd gone from broke and broken-hearted to filthy rich and still a bit broken-hearted, but with a very pleasant recent memory to soften the blow. "So, what now?" he asked, partly to himself and partly to the voice that had upended his life. "Now, my dear boy, we shop!" "Shop? I just became a millionaire, and your first thought is... shopping?" "We can't have you wandering around looking like a lost time traveler, can we? Besides, every self-respecting millionaire needs the right... accessories." "Accessories? What am I, a Barbie doll?" "More like Ken, I'd say. But a Ken who desperately needs an upgrade." "Hey!" He protested, glancing down at his simple t-shirt and jeans. "I'll have you know these are perfectly respectable clothes." "For a college student, maybe. But for a man of your new status? We need to aim higher, darling." "Do we have to? Can't I just enjoy being r
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Jackson took another sip of whiskey, savoring the burn. Sometimes, in the quiet moments between Quantum Quill's ridiculous tasks, he wondered if he was dreaming. Maybe he was stuck in some bizarre video game, or there was a glitch in the matrix. Any moment now, he half-expected to wake up in his old life, nine years in the past. The thought made him pause. What if he did wake up? Jackson's mind wandered, imagining the scenario playing out differently. What if he hadn't left the apartment that fateful day? What if he'd walked in on Veronica and that bastard, caught in the act? He pictured himself bursting through the bedroom door, rage coursing through his veins. There was a look of shock on Veronica's face, her legs still wrapped around the stranger's waist. The bastard's smug grin faded as Jackson's fist connected with his jaw. God, it would've felt good to knock that asshole's teeth out. Maybe grab that tacky baseball bat Veronica insisted on keeping by the bed - "for protection,
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Chapter 110
Jackson leaned against the polished mahogany bar, nursing a whiskey on the rocks. The ice clinked against the glass as he sipped, savoring the smoky flavor. Isabella sat across from him, her legs crossed elegantly as she sipped a brightly colored cocktail. "So," Jackson drawled, "where's your boyfriend? What was his name again? Mike? Mitch?" "Mark. And he's on his way." "Ah, right. Mark." He nodded sagely as if he'd known all along. "The elusive Mark. You know, I'm starting to think he might be imaginary." "Please. As if I'd need to make up a boyfriend." "I don't know," he teased. "Maybe you're just trying to make me jealous." "Oh, you wish." she flicked a cocktail napkin at him. "Trust me, Mark is very real. And very late, apparently." He glanced at his watch. "How long have you been waiting?" "Only about twenty minutes," she sighed. "He texted saying he got held up at work." "Ah, the old 'held up at work' excuse," he said, waggling his eyebrows. "Classic." Isabella smacked
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Chapter 109
Jackson reached for his phone again, scrolling through his contacts until he found Gabriella's number. His thumb hovered over it for a moment, hesitation battling curiosity. "Fuck it," he decided, hitting the call button before he could talk himself out of it. The phone rang once, twice. On the third ring, Gabriella's sultry voice purred through the speaker. "Missing me already, handsome?" "You know, most people start with 'hello.'" "Most people are boring," she countered. "But I'm guessing you didn't call just to critique my phone etiquette. What's on your mind?" "Actually, I called to ask you something," he said, trying to keep his tone casual. "You wouldn't happen to know a guy named William, would you?" There was a pause on the other end of the line, just long enough to kick Jackson's heart rate up a notch. "William?" she repeated, her voice suddenly neutral. "That's a pretty common name. You'll have to be more specific." "He's a pub owner. Tall guy, kinda looks like he co
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Chapter 108
Jackson pulled into the parking lot, still feeling the afterglow of his encounter with Gabriella. As he stepped out of the car, he winced, his body reminding him of their vigorous activities. "Note to self: stretching is important," he muttered, rubbing his lower back. He went to the elevator, grateful for the privacy, as he tried to smooth out his rumpled clothes and tame his hair. The last thing he needed was to run into one of his nosy neighbors, looking like he'd been dragged through a hedge backward. As the elevator doors opened on his floor, Jackson fished his keys out of his pocket, fumbling with them as he approached his door. He paused, listening for any signs of unexpected visitors or mysterious voices in his head. Hearing nothing but blessed silence, he let out a relieved sigh and stepped inside. The cool air of his penthouse hit him like a refreshing wave, and Jackson kicked off his shoes, not bothering to line them up neatly. He shuffled towards the kitchen, his legs
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Chapter 107
Victor grabbed a smaller piece off a nearby pedestal - some twisted metal thing that was supposed to represent... well, who knew what - and swung it like a baseball bat. It connected with the guard's head with a dull thunk, and the man crumpled to the floor. The larger guard was back on his feet and looked murderous. He pulled out a knife, its blade glinting in the overhead lights. "Really?" Victor scoffed. "A knife to a... whatever this is fight?" He waggled the metal sculpture. "That hardly seems fair." The guard lunged, slashing wildly. Victor danced back, his movements fluid and practiced. He'd been in enough fights to know that anger made people sloppy. Sure enough, the guard overextended on his next swing. Victor seized the opportunity, grabbing the man's wrist and twisting hard. The knife fell from nerveless fingers. Victor followed up with a swift knee to the solar plexus, driving the air from the guard's lungs. As the man doubled over, gasping, Vict
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Chapter 106
The convoy of black SUVs rolled through the city streets like a funeral procession, if funeral processions were led by pissed-off crime bosses with a vengeance on their minds. Victor sat in the back of the lead vehicle, his fingers drumming an impatient rhythm on his knee. They pulled up to Marco's office building, a gleaming glass and steel monstrosity. Victor scoffed. "Looks like our boy's been living large on our dime." The moment Victor's polished shoes hit the pavement, he was all business. He straightened his tie and marched towards the entrance, flanked by Tony and six of his most trusted men. They looked like a pack of well-dressed wolves closing in on their prey. But their path was suddenly blocked by a burly security guard with a face like a bulldog chewing a wasp. "Hold it right there," he growled, holding up a meaty palm. "I know who you are, and you're not welcome here." Victor raised an eyebrow, his lips curling into a smirk. "Not welcome? I th
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Chapter 105
Victor stood on the first tee of his private golf course, squinting against the morning sun. He gripped his driver, the weight familiar in his hands. The fairway stretched out before him, a lush green carpet inviting him to forget the stresses of his criminal empire, if only for a few hours. "Alright, you little white bastard," he muttered to the golf ball, "let's see if you cooperate today." He took a practice swing, his muscles remembering the motion. Victor had always found golf to be a peculiar sport for a man in his line of work. There was something almost comical about a feared crime boss fussing over a tiny white ball. He lined up his shot, took a deep breath, and swung. The satisfying crack of the club meeting the ball echoed across the course. Victor watched the ball soar through the air, arcing gracefully and then veering sharply to the left, disappearing into a cluster of trees. "Son of a," he bit off the curse, reminding himself that this was supposed to be relaxing. H
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Chapter 104
They collapsed together in a tangled heap of limbs and sweat, panting heavily as they came down from their shared high. Jackson's heart raced, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. Gabriella lay sprawled across him, her hair a wild mess, tickling his nose. "Well," she said, her voice muffled against his chest, "I'd say that was a successful morning workout." "Beats the hell out of jogging." "Mmm, agreed," she purred, tracing lazy circles on his chest. "Though I might need a nap now." "Already? I thought you arms dealers were supposed to have stamina," he teased. She lifted her head, fixing him with a mock glare. "Careful, darling. I might just have to prove you wrong." "Is that a threat or a promise?" "Why not both?" She grinned wickedly, then grimaced as she shifted. "Oof. I think my leg's asleep." "Sexy." "Oh, shut up," she grumbled, smacking his chest playfully. She attempted to untangle herself but only managed to elbow him in the ribs and knee him in a rath
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Chapter 103
Gabriella watched him with predatory interest as he quickly stripped out of his clothes. Each discarded piece revealed more of his toned physique, which had her licking her lips in anticipation. "Look at you," she teased, her hand reaching out to stroke his burgeoning erection. "Like a goddamn Greek statue." His cock twitched in her palm as she wrapped her fingers around him, marveling at the heft and heat of him. "Bet this thing's getting named after Aphrodite," she remarked with a wicked grin. "Just waiting for Aphrodite herself to worship it," he shot back. She laughed, lunging forward to plant a quick, hungry kiss on his lips. Then she turned, sashaying over to the couch with a deliberately exaggerated hips sway. "Come on, Greek god," she called over her shoulder, her voice leaving no room for argument. He followed obediently, equal parts amused and aroused. She nearly pounced on the couch, reaching into the drawer of the end table to retrieve a con
