HOW YOU LIKE THAT | JENLISA

Chapter 78

Jennie

I turned the pages, but there was nothing else written in the journal after that, which was a sign that she'd given up on Chris and left the family.

She did not only leave her cheating husband, but she'd abandoned her children too? Was that the truth or was there something else that I wasn't reading clearly into this? Did she commit suicide or maybe Chris had perhaps gotten her killed and covered it up?

My mind was boggled with all the possibilities to the point where I couldn't sleep at night. I was obsessed with solving this. I wanted nothing but to understand what had happened in the Manoban family. If I were to get to the bottom of this, I needed to know everything, including the secrets of the past.

"Jen... Jen!"

Lisa was staring at me with eyes filled with desire. "I said... I want you to come and sit on my lap."

"Okay." I climbed into bed, while smiling at her, "What are you going to... ouch! Heyyy..."

She grabbed my hips and pulled me into her lap like she couldn't wait another minute to do what she'd planned to do. She started kissing me with wild passion, her lips pressing against mine urgently, her tongue moving inside my mouth in urgent strokes. I turned molten every time her hands worked the magic on my body and her expert tongue continued to stroke. I moaned.

She buried her face into my hair and nibbled softly over my neck, with her fingers working deftly over the strings of my dress. "Take this off, Jen."

A few minutes later, we were both completely naked, her whiskey brown eyes watched me intently as she sank inside me and started moving. I held onto her powerful biceps as she continued to reward me with hard and fast thrusts.

"Yes... oh God, Lisa..." I whispered.

"You like this, Jen?"

I kissed her hard as an answer to her question.

When we were done, we were so sweaty, and I felt like my soul had officially left my body, but that was usually what happened when we made love. She was propped over one arm, looking down at me with what seemed like obvious devotion.

I raised my hand to her face, staring adoringly at her. And maybe I was a little lovesick too. "What are you looking at?" I asked her, shyly.

"You're so beautiful." She said, with her fingers grazing over my stomach.

I giggled, while snuggling closer to her. She kissed me slowly this time like we had all the time in the world to be in each other's arms. She nuzzled my neck. "What do you think about... having a baby?"

I smiled up at her. "I would love that."

She curled and uncurled a loose lock of my hair. "Our kid would have everything in this world... I'll make sure of it."

I nodded, "I'm sure that you'll be a great dada."

A few seconds passed between us, and then I asked her, "Do you remember anything about your mother?"

She shook her head. "I just know what they've told me. Bambam said our mom left us about ten years ago. Apart from that... well... I don't recall anything else. When I look at her picture, I don't remember her... which is cruel because who would want to forget the woman who gave birth to you?"

"I'm so sorry to hear that, baby. But do you remember anything at all? Even the smallest detail would matter."

"Why..." Her hands began shaking, her face contorted in pain. "Why are we talking about this?!" She demanded angrily, "I told you that I don't want to... God... my head's hurting again. I'm having these flashes... it's suffocating! I woke up the other day with..." She totally lost it and howled aloud in pure agony.