VERA'S POV
I like such games, it's fascinating and fun! To think that Jackson wants to have fun and play around with me today. Which other way can I possibly welcome December with a delightful heart?
I peeled off the lemons instantly and handed him one of them. I counted to three and we put it into our mouth to chew.
We looked into each other's eyes to see who would give up first. Whoever gets intimidated by the other's peeking eyes loses and I am not ready to give him credit.
For two good minutes, we held it in our mouths. He was determined to win, even when he started sweating profusely, he stared daringly at me.
"Give up already! You're crying!" I muttered, squeezing my face.
"No way!" He retorted stubbornly, sniffing back his runny nose.
He flexed his muscles, and I heard his joints squeak as he fought to hold it in so he wouldn't lose; I shrugged and clapped my hands mockingly at him.
He spat it out immediately and rushed upstairs. I spat mine out as well and ran after him. Before I got to his room, he was already in the shower.
"The big man that never loses!" I laughed, pointing at him.
"You are a witch! How in God's name did you do that?" He gasped, lifting his face so that the water would be pouring directly on his face.
I shrugged my gown off and joined him in the shower. He held me close from behind and covered my breasts with his firm and strong hands.
"Witch. You say? I have seen a lot in the little time I spent moving from one home to another, even when I became independent. I have experienced the worst kind of hardship that's why bitterness doesn't trigger me anymore." I said, placing my head on his shoulder.
"Problems are like washing machines. They twist, spin, and knock us around, but in the end, we come out cleaner, brighter, and better than before. You will never experience anything close to bitterness again. I promise to always stand by you and make you shed tears of joy for as long as I live." He whispered into my ear.
"I have survived heartbreaks merely because I have never felt something so solid as I feel for you towards any of those who broke my heart. I just know that I will die if you ever break my heart," I confessed sadly.
"Love is just like life, it's not always easy and does not always bring happiness. But when we do not stop living, why should we stop loving?" He quoted and turned me around so I would face him.
"I am a puzzle; be my missing piece. I am a beast, and you are my beauty. I can try to live without you but I will fail miserably. That's why I want to be the light that will scare away the darkness in your life," he ran his fingers through my hair.
"The most heartbreaking moment of life is when an unexpected person comes into your life, shows you the light, a way to smile and be happy, then leaves you without telling you the reason.
But the most painful moment is when the person tells you the reason and you can't do anything to fix it even if it's not too late," I pressed my body against his and enjoyed the warmth he gave me in the cold water.
"Kiss me," he demanded, turning the shower off.
"Where?" I asked, tilting my head backward to take a better look at his face.
"Wherever you desire," he said and used his palm to wipe water off of my face.
"I desire all of you, the good, the bad, and the in-between. Both in and out," I wrapped my arm around his waist and smiled up at his face.
He touched my lips and I trembled. "Are you cold? I should change the water to warm," he said, switching the shower to a hot temperature.
"I hope nothing is burning in the kitchen?" I said, knowing that it had nothing to do with cold, but his touch.
"Yes, but I think we had better get back there because I am starved!"
"I thought as much!"
We got out of the shower, and I threw another challenge at his face. We concluded that whoever dresses up and reaches the kitchen first will tie the other person to the bed and do whatever pleases him or her to the loser.
This time, I lost! And I quivered at the thought of what he would do to me because I felt he already used up his coolest side in the garden.
Even if he hasn't, I can't bear to have him repeat half of that to me again. He's just evil when it comes to bedding, whether or not he's in his beast mode.
I was grateful when Max and Tim came back to make the house more lively, so I wouldn't be left alone with him, especially when he kept grinning wickedly at me as a constant reminder that he had won and I was in trouble.

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Hörny Boss
RomanceJackson Taylor is a divorced sèx freak, Vera Santos was a nymphomaniac whose biggest dream was to make enough money to get her son back. Vera discovers a mysterious thing about her new boss on her first day at work and decides to quit, but he offers...