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2024-08-29 09:12:12Jackson 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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The rain pelted down relentlessly, turning the city into a dark, watery hellscape. Streetlights struggled to pierce the gloom, their feeble beams reflected in puddles that looked more like pools of blood in the eerie glow. It was the kind of night that made sensible folks huddle indoors, leaving the streets to the desperate and the deranged. In a dilapidated warehouse on the outskirts of town, a man sat tied to a chair, his once-crisp white shirt now a canvas of crimson. He looked like he'd taken a swim in a vat of marinara sauce, except marinara sauce usually smelled better and didn't come with a side of broken bones. Victor sauntered into the warehouse, his polished Oxfords clicking against the concrete floor, each step echoing through the cavernous space like a twisted doorbell. His tailored suit, immaculate and pristine, seemed almost laughably out of place in the grimy surroundings. In his mid-thirties, Victor carried an air of confidence, a stark contrast to the bl
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Jackson pulled up to the apartment building, the car's engine purring to a stop. He took a deep breath, adjusting his tie for the umpteenth time. The suit felt like a costume, and he half-expected someone to point and yell, "Imposter!" As he exited the car, he caught his reflection in the window. "Well, hello there, Mr. Fancy Pants," he muttered, straightening his jacket. A portly man with a receding hairline and an eager smile was already hurrying towards him. "Mr. Jackson! Welcome, welcome! I'm Harold Pimms, the building manager. We've been expecting you!" Jackson put on his best 'I totally belong here' smile. "Mr. Pimms, it's a pleasure to meet you." "Oh, the pleasure is all mine, sir! Shall we?" Harold gestured towards the entrance with a flourish that would have made a royal butler proud. As they walked through the lobby, Jackson felt like he was in a movie. Everything gleamed, from the marble floors to the crystal chandeliers. He half-expected to see movie stars lounging on
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She flashed a warm smile, her eyes twinkling with recognition. "Jackson? Is that really you?" He nodded, still struggling to connect the dots. "Yeah, that's me. I'm sorry, but I'm having a bit of trouble..." The woman's smile widened. "Oh, don't worry! I wasn't sure myself at first. I saw you in the lobby earlier and thought, 'No way, that can't be Jackson.' But then I couldn't shake the feeling, you know? So I decided to see if it was you. Crazy coincidence, huh?" "Yeah, talk about a small world. I'm sure I've seen you before, but I'm drawing a complete blank on where. It's like my brain decided to take a coffee break at the worst possible moment." The woman laughed. "Oh, don't beat yourself up about it. It has been a while. I'm Isabella. We used to work together at Delta Corp, remember? It was about ten years ago now. I left the job not long after we met." Suddenly, the fog in Jackson's mind cleared. Images flashed through his head: a bustling office, the smell of stale coffee,
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Jackson's mind raced as he processed Isabella's words. Thanks to his bizarre journey through parallel worlds, he was still 28, but he should be 37 to her. Yet here she was, commenting on how young he looked. He felt like he was walking a tightrope over a pit of temporal confusion. "Yep, late thirties," he lied smoothly, praying she wouldn't ask for specifics. "But you know what they say - age is just a number, right?" "Whatever you're doing, it's working. You barely look a day over 30." "Clean living and a deal with the devil," Jackson joked, hoping his nervous laughter didn't give him away. She leaned forward. "So, tell me, Jackson. Are you still as... adventurous as you used to be?" "Adventurous?" "Oh, come on. Don't play coy. I remember the stories that used to float around the office. The legendary Jackson and his... escapades." "Escapades? That makes me sound like a pirate." "You did have a reputation," she teased. "So, tell me, do you still have that stamina? Or have you
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Natalia eased her car into a parking spot outside the luxury hotel, its gleaming facade a stark contrast to the dimming evening sky. She killed the engine and took a deep breath, steeling herself for what was sure to be an interesting dinner. "We're here," she announced, turning to Evelyn. "Ooh, fancy! So, did your mystery actor invite you up to his room?" Evelyn wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. "For the hundredth time, this is a business dinner. We're meeting in the private restaurant downstairs." "Boooring," Evelyn sing-songed as she stepped out of the car, her stilettos clicking on the pavement. "You know, I came to this hotel once with my boyfriend." "That's nice," Natalia replied absently, locking the car and smoothing down her blazer. Evelyn's face lit up with mischief. "Want to know what we did?" "No, I really don't need that much information about your boyfriend or your private life," Natalia said quickly, heading toward the hotel entrance. Evelyn trotted aft
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Jackson stood in front of apartment 809, his hand hovering over the doorbell. He took a deep breath, smoothed his shirt, and pressed the button. The muffled chime echoed from within. A moment later, the door swung open, revealing Isabella. Her hair was slightly tousled, and she wore a casual outfit that looked comfortable and stylish. Isabella stepped aside, gesturing for him to enter. "Come on in, Mr. Penthouse. Let's see how the other half lives." He stepped inside and surveyed the apartment. It was sleek and modern, with tasteful decor and a view of the city that, while not as breathtaking as his penthouse, was still impressive. "So," she said, closing the door behind him, "what do you think? Not quite up to your new standards, but it's home." Jackson nodded appreciatively. "It's nice. Really nice, actually." He thought back to his old apartment - the one from before this whole bizarre adventure began. Compared to that, Isabella's place was practically a palace. But he kept t
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They settled onto a pair of barstools. The bartender, a burly man with a salt-and-pepper beard, approached with a friendly nod. "What'll it be?" he asked, wiping down the bar in front of them. Isabella leaned forward, her eyes scanning the rows of bottles behind the bar. "I'll have a gin and tonic, please. Extra lime." Jackson hesitated, suddenly aware that he hadn't been to a bar in what felt like ages. "Uh, I'll have... a whiskey. Neat." The bartender nodded and set about preparing their drinks. Isabella turned to Jackson, smirking. "Whiskey, huh? Trying to impress me with your manly drink choice?" He felt his cheeks flush slightly. "What? No, I just... I like whiskey." "Sure you do," she teased, nudging him with her elbow. "I bet you're more of a fruity cocktail guy. Maybe something with an umbrella?" He laughed, feeling more at ease. "Hey, don't knock the umbrella drinks. They're delicious and festive." The bartender returned with their drinks, sliding them across the pol
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He burst out of the bar, the cool night air hitting him like a slap. His eyes darted left and right, searching for any sign of the brunette. But the sidewalk was a sea of unfamiliar faces, none belonging to the woman who'd captured his attention. Jackson jogged a few steps in one direction, then the other, feeling like a lost puppy. He even considered yelling, "Wait!" but managed to stop before he could complete that humiliation. Just then, the door of the bar swung open, and Isabella emerged, looking both amused and concerned. "Did Prince Charming find his Cinderella?" she asked, joining him. He shook his head. "Nope. Looks like the clock struck midnight, and all I'm left with is a pumpkin." She patted his shoulder sympathetically. "There, there. I'm sure there are plenty of other beautiful women in the city who'd love to be stalked by a mysterious millionaire." He shot her a look. "Thanks for the pep talk. Really, you should consider a career in motivation
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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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
