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2024-09-17 08:38:37The man suddenly lurched to his feet, swaying slightly as he stood. His designer suit was rumpled, and a faint whiff of expensive cologne mixed with the sour smell of booze hit Jackson's nostrils.
"Look, buddy," the man slurred, jabbing a finger into Jackson's chest. "I don't know who you are or what you want, but I feel generous tonight. So tell me, what's your game? Do you want me to find this Veronica chick for you? Rough her up a bit? Or maybe you want me to give her a good, hard fuck? Is that it? You like watching, do ya?" Jackson recoiled, disgust twisting his features. The man didn't seem to notice, continuing his drunken monologue. "I could do it, you know. I'm a man of many talents." He winked, swaying dangerously. "I could make her scream so loud, they'd hear it in the next county. I'd bend her over, spank that tight little ass until it's red as a tomato, then-" "Jesus Christ, shut up!" Jackson snapped, his face burning with a mix of embarrassment and a
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The man's lips curled into a smirk, his eyes glassy from too much booze. "What's the matter, pretty boy? Cat got your tongue?" He waved the gun carelessly, making Jackson flinch. "Tell you what, if you're so hard up you gotta come bothering me about some chick I may or may not have banged years ago, I can help you out." Jackson's eyebrows shot up, confusion momentarily replacing his anger. "Yeah, that's right," the man continued, leaning in close enough that Jackson could smell the whiskey on his breath. "If you ain't got no house or room to fuck your girlfriend, I can set you up real nice. Got a suite in a hotel just down the street. You can bang her brains out all night long, do whatever nasty little thing your heart desires." He paused, eyeing Jackson with a mixture of amusement and disdain. "Or hell, if she ain't enough for ya, I can throw another girl or two. Assuming you got the stamina, of course." He guffawed at his own joke, spittle flying from his lips.
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Jackson winced as the doctor dabbed at his bullet wound, her delicate touch somehow both soothing and electrifying. He noticed how her lab coat hugged her curves in all the right places. "So," the doctor said, her voice low and sultry, "is Olivia your girlfriend?" His eyes snapped up from where they'd been admiring the doctor's... bedside manner. "What? Oh, no. Just a friend." "Interesting. And how exactly did you end up with a bullet in your shoulder, Mr...?" "Jackson," he supplied, trying not to squirm as her fingers brushed against his skin. "And it's a funny story, actually. Well, not funny, 'haha,' more funny, 'Oh shit, I'm bleeding.'" She arched an eyebrow, waiting for him to continue. "Right, I was at this pub with Olivia, and we ran into this guy who... well, let's just say he's not my biggest fan. See, he cheated on my girlfriend about nine years back, and I dumped her when I found out." The doctor's eyes widened. "And he shot you for that
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Claire took the phone and quickly entered her number before handing it back. "There you go. But don't go getting yourself shot just to see me again." Jackson pocketed the phone, feeling a surge of triumph. "I'll do my best to avoid any more bullets." "Good plan," she said, stepping closer. Her voice dropped to a whisper. "But if you need anything else... don't hesitate to call." Jackson's breath caught as she leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear. "Anything else?" "Anything," she whispered back, her lips lingering dangerously close to his. His heart pounded as he turned his head slightly, their faces now inches apart. He could feel the heat radiating off her skin and smell her faint perfume. Without thinking, he closed the distance between them and captured her lips with his. The kiss started slow and tentative but quickly became more intense. Claire's hands tangled in his hair as she pressed against him, deepening the kiss. His mind sp
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Jackson stepped out of the examination room, his mind still reeling from his encounter with Dr. Claire and already looking forward to his follow-up appointment. He barely registered his surroundings until a familiar voice snapped him back to reality. "Jackson! Are you alright?" Olivia rushed towards him, her face etched with concern. He blinked, suddenly remembering that Olivia had been waiting for him this whole time. Guilt mingled with the lingering arousal from his kiss with Claire. "Uh, yeah. I'm fine. Just a flesh wound, as they say." "It will take a few days to cure," she said, concerned. "Come on, I'll drop you off at your home." He nodded, his mind still fuzzy from the pain meds and the unexpected make-out session with Dr. Claire. He followed Olivia out of the hospital, his feet feeling like they were made of lead. Olivia slid into the driver's seat. He eased himself into the passenger side, trying not to jostle his injured shoulder. As they pulled out of the parking lo
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Olivia whistled as she pulled up to the curb. "Damn, Jackson. You've been holding out on me. This place is swanky as hell." He smiled nervously. "Yeah, I recently came into some... unexpected good fortune." She raised an eyebrow but didn't press further. Instead, she hurried around to his side of the car, ready to help him. Jackson hesitated, realizing he no longer needed the assistance but unsure how to explain his sudden recovery. "I've got you," Olivia said, wrapping an arm around his waist. Jackson leaned into her, partly to maintain the charade and partly because, well, who wouldn't want to be pressed against a beautiful woman? They made their way to the elevator, Olivia supporting more of his weight than was strictly necessary. Olivia's jaw dropped as the elevator doors slid open on the top floor. "Holy shit, Jackson. This is your place?" The penthouse sprawled before them, all gleaming surfaces and floor-to-ceiling windows showcasing the twinklin
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Jackson flopped back onto the couch, adjusting himself in his pants. The memory of Olivia's soft curves pressed against him wasn't helping his current predicament. "You know," Quantum Quill's voice chimed in his head, "if you're that worked up, I could always give you another task involving—" "No thanks," he said. "I've had enough 'tasks' for one day. Besides, I'm not some horny teenager who can't control himself." QQ snickered. "Could've fooled me. But suit yourself. There's a smokin' hot yoga instructor on the sixth floor who'd be more than happy to help you... stretch." "Seriously? You're worse than a frat boy at the last call. I've got more important things to worry about than chasing tail." "Like what? Your perfectly healed gunshot wound?" He grimaced. "No, like the psycho who shot me in the first place. Who the hell was that guy? And where's Veronica? I need answers, not more women to complicate things." QQ's tone shifted, becoming more serious. "All in good time, darling
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Jackson pulled into the parking lot of Green Studio, his hands gripping the steering wheel a little too tightly. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves. This was ridiculous. He'd faced down armed thugs and survived a gunshot wound. Yet here he was, sweating bullets over a yoga class. "Alright," he muttered. "I'm here. Now, how about you tell me the name of this yoga instructor I'm supposed to charm?" Silence. "Oh, come on," he groaned. "Don't go all shy on me now. You're usually so chatty." Still nothing. "Fine," he grumbled. "Be that way." He climbed out of the car, stretching his arms over his head. His shoulder twinged, a phantom pain from a wound that no longer existed. A police cruiser rolled by, its lights off but moving with purpose. Jackson froze, his heart leaping into his throat. Shit. Last night. The bar. The gun. He'd been shot, for Christ's sake. He must have called the police after the shooting, but now the evidence was gone. Vanished like it never hap
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Chloe led him to an empty mat near the front of the class, her hips swaying hypnotically. He tried to keep his eyes focused on the back of her head, but they kept drifting south. "Alright, class," Chloe called out, clapping her hands. "Let's start with some basic stretches. Jackson here is new, so we'll take it nice and easy." The other students, primarily women with a few men scattered throughout, nodded in agreement. He felt their curious gazes on him and shifted uncomfortably. "First, let's try a simple forward fold," Chloe instructed. She demonstrated bending at the waist and touching her toes with effortless grace. Her leggings stretched tight across her rear, leaving little to the imagination. He gulped and attempted to mimic her pose. He barely made it halfway before his hamstrings screamed in protest. "Need some help?" Chloe's voice came from behind him. Before he could respond, he felt her hands on his lower back, gently guiding him deeper into the stretch. Her touch was
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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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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
