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2024-09-02 10:43:13"Jackson?" Isabella's voice cut through his thoughts. "You still with me? You look like you're trying to solve world hunger in your head."
He blinked, focusing on her concerned face. "Huh? Oh, yeah, sorry. I was just... thinking." "Let me guess," she teased, "still pining over that brunette and your missed chance?" Jackson seized the opportunity for a distraction. "Yes! Exactly. You know me so well." "Oh, honey. You're about as subtle as a rhinoceros in a tutu. But listen, you can't keep obsessing over every pretty face that catches your eye. Before you know it, you'll be old and gray, still pining after 'the one that got away' at some random bar." She linked her arm through his as they walked, her heels clicking on the pavement. "Look, I get it. She was gorgeous. But you know what? This city's full of gorgeous women. Heck, maybe you'll run into her again if the universe decides to throw you a bone. But if not, there are plenty of fish in the sea. And by fis
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Jackson sat up, suddenly feeling uneasy. He fumbled for his wallet, nearly dropping it in his haste. His fingers trembled as he pulled out the debit card, holding it to the light like a mystical artifact. "No way," he muttered, squinting at the expiration date. "This can't be right." But there it was, clear as day: 08/25. The card had expired eight years ago. He blinked hard as if that might change the expiration date printed in tiny numbers. But nope, there it was, stubbornly refusing to update itself: 08/25. "What the..." he muttered, flipping the card over as if the back might hold some magical explanation. "How is this even possible?" He ran a hand through his hair, tugging it slightly as if the pain might wake him from this bizarre dream. But no such luck. He was still awake, sitting on his ridiculously expensive couch in his ridiculously expensive penthouse, holding a ridiculously expired debit card. "Okay, okay, let's think this through," he said
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Jackson pulled into the bank's parking lot, his sleek car looking comically out of place next to the beat-up sedans and minivans. He took a deep breath, straightened his designer tie, and stepped out, feeling like a fraud in his expensive suit. "Alright, Jackson," he muttered to himself. "Just act natural. You're not a time traveler or a secret millionaire. You're just a normal guy with a totally normal banking problem." He strode through the automatic doors, trying to exude confidence. The bank's interior was a beige nightmare, with motivational posters on every surface. He approached the teller's window, his heart pounding. The elderly woman behind the counter peered at him over her glasses. "How can I help you today, sir?" "Uh, yeah. My account seems to be disabled. I was hoping to get that sorted out." The teller's fingers clacked on her keyboard. Her brow furrowed. "I see. It appears there's been some unusual activity on your account. You'll need to speak with our branch ma
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Jackson stepped out of the bank, feeling relief and exhilaration. The sun seemed brighter, the air fresher. He'd managed to charm his way out of a potentially disastrous situation and felt a little smug about it. As he strolled towards his car, Quantum Quill's voice chimed in his head. "Well done, darling! You've succeeded in your task. Your reward will be credited to your account once it's activated. You're quite the smooth talker when you put your mind to it." He grinned, then quickly wiped the expression off his face when he realized he probably looked like a madman smiling at nothing. He slid into his car, relishing the feel of the leather seats against his back. "Thanks. I aim to please," he murmured, hoping no one was watching him talk to himself in the parking lot. "Oh, I know you do," QQ replied. "Speaking of pleasing, I have a new task for you. Set up a date with Sophia, that delightful room service girl from the hotel." "Sophia? The room service girl?" He remembered the
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Jackson pulled into the Brewed Awakening parking lot at 5:55 p.m. The sky above was a moody canvas of gray clouds. He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, scanning the entrance for any sign of Sophia. No luck. Five minutes ticked by. Then ten. He checked his phone, debating whether to call her. Was she standing him up? The thought made his stomach churn. As he was about to hit the dial, movement caught his eye. A couple strolled down the sidewalk, arm in arm. The man looked oddly familiar, but Jackson couldn't quite place him. He squinted, trying to jog his memory. The stranger looked to be in his mid-thirties, possibly older. He squinted, trying to jog his memory. "Screw it," he muttered, pocketing his phone and stepping out of the car. His curiosity got the better of him as he approached the pair. The man's eyes widened as Jackson neared, a flicker of recognition crossing his face. "Excuse me," he said uncertainly. "Are you... Jackson?" Jackson blinked, taken aback. "Uh,
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Matthew and Emma waved goodbye, their figures receding down the sidewalk. Jackson watched them go, still reeling from the bizarre encounter. He shook his head, trying to clear the fog of confusion. "Well, that was... something," he muttered to himself. He fished his phone out of his pocket, thumb hovering over Sophia's contact. Just as he was about to hit the dial, a hand landed on his shoulder. Jackson yelped, nearly dropping his phone. He spun around, heart racing, to find Sophia standing there with an amused grin. "Jumpy much?" she teased. "Jesus, Sophia! Are you trying to give me a heart attack?" She laughed. "Sorry, I couldn't resist. You looked so serious, staring at your phone like it held the secrets of the universe." "I was actually about to call you. I thought you might've stood me up." "Stand you up? After our little... encounter at the hotel?" Sophia winked. "Not a chance, handsome." "Fair point," he chuckled. "So, how long have you lurked behind me like a ninja?"
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As they finished their coffees, she leaned back, stretching her arms above her head. The movement caused her blouse to ride up, revealing a tantalizing strip of skin. His eyes followed the motion, and his mouth suddenly dried. "Well, that hit the spot," she said, oblivious to Jackson's wandering gaze. "Ready to head out?" He nodded, standing up perhaps a bit too quickly. "Lead the way." She smirked, noticing his eagerness. She slid out of the booth with feline grace, her hips swaying as she walked toward the exit. Jackson followed, his eyes fixed on the hypnotic movement of her backside. They stepped out of the cafe into the cloudy night. The air was thick with the promise of rain, and a cool breeze rustled through the trees lining the street. Sophia huddled closer to him, her warmth contrasting to the chilly breeze. "So," Jackson said, feigning nonchalance, "what shall we do now?" "Oh, I don't know. Got any ideas?" He could think of plenty of
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The kiss deepened, becoming more urgent, more passionate. Sophia's hands tangled in Jackson's hair, tugging gently. He groaned into her mouth, his fingers digging into her hips. "You feel amazing," he murmured against her lips. His hands slid up her back, and he felt the warmth of her skin through the fabric. "Shut up and kiss me," she demanded, pulling him back in, her tongue exploring his mouth. His hands roamed lower, finding the hem of her top and slipping underneath. Her skin was smooth and warm, and he could feel the lace of her bra as his fingers traced the curve of her waist. She moaned into his mouth, her hips grinding against his, and he could feel his cock straining against his jeans. "Fuck, Sophia," he groaned, breaking the kiss to catch his breath. "You're driving me crazy." "Good," she whispered. "Because I'm already there." She grabbed his hand and guided it to the button of her jeans. He fumbled, his fingers clumsy with anticipatio
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The sleek black car glided through the night, its headlights cutting through the darkness like a knife. Victor sat in the back, his face illuminated by the soft glow of his phone as he scrolled through messages. The driver, a stoic man with a face like carved granite, fixed his eyes on the road ahead. Victor glanced out the window, watching the city lights fade away as they headed towards the outskirts. The sky above was a thick blanket of clouds, promising rain but holding back as if waiting for the perfect dramatic moment to unleash its fury. The car wound through increasingly desolate streets, passing abandoned warehouses and overgrown lots. Finally, it pulled up to a nondescript building, its gray facade blending into the cloudy night sky. A large shipping container was parked outside, looking out of place in the empty lot. As the car came to a stop, Victor spotted Tony standing next to the container. He exited the car, the gravel crunching under his expensive shoes. "Tony, my
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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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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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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
