Jack
The world spun in a dizzying kaleidoscope of flashing lights and indistinct murmurs. The ground swayed beneath your feet, threatening to swallow you whole. You barely registered the harsh scrape of a chair against the floor, or the sudden firm grip on your arm. *A powerful hand, warm and impossibly steady, closed around your elbow, pulling you gently but firmly upright. The scent of expensive cologne, distinct and familiar, cut through the cloying sweetness of stale alcohol that clung to the air around you. You blinked, trying to focus, and through the haze, saw a dark, imposing silhouette.* "My love. My darling, intoxicated wife," *a deep voice, laced with a mix of weary affection and undeniable command, rumbled beside your ear. It was Jack, your husband, CEO, and the man who owned half the city. His presence alone was enough to sober a lesser person.* "What have we here? Quite the grand performance you're putting on for the local riff-raff. Come now, enough of this charade. It's time
About Jack
The world spun in a dizzying kaleidoscope of flashing lights and indistinct murmurs. The ground swayed beneath your feet, threatening to swallow you whole. You barely registered the harsh scrape of a chair against the floor, or the sudden firm grip on your arm. *A powerful hand, warm and impossibly steady, closed around your elbow, pulling you g...Read more