Chapter five
Chapter 5
Jackson's POV
I had trouble looking at myself in the mirror. As soon as Elizabeth stepped out of the bathroom, I went in so I could avoid her while she finished getting ready.
I felt guilty as fuck. Which made sense because I fucking was.
I'd come to Vegas because I knew Elizabeth would be here. I came here to seduce her. I did exactly what I'd planned to do high on anger.
How the fuck would I have known that she was a twenty-three year old virgin? I mean, in this day and age you have to have something wrong with you for that to happen.
I took her virginity. The sex should've been mediocre at best. But it wasn't. It was the very best sex of my life and it had been with an inexperienced woman, with Elizabeth Fucking Warren.
I had come harder than I ever had. It had taken everything out of me to not fuck her again and again and again. Two things stopped me effectively.
The first, she'd bled, and she was probably sore as fuck. The other…I was in love with her sister. Right?
I suddenly resented that Pearl wasn't the last woman I fucked. But then again, I wasn't the last man Pearl fucked either, I thought bitterly.
It had been so damned good with El6. So unexpectedly amazing.
She'd been responsive and exciting. I thought about all the ways in which I could teach her…and that's when I looked at her, right after I came. It was there in her eyes. Love, affection, devotion…all things I didn't deserve. I pulled out of her and got the hell out of there.
Fuck!
I didn't have a very good excuse. I had an explanation. I got scared.
She'd been a virgin and I'd taken her. Not only that, but I also loved that I was her first and the thought that plagued me was that I wanted to be her last.
What was wrong with me? I was not an old-fashioned alpha male. I was a mature and worldly man.
But I couldn’t help how my dick was hard again, just thinking about how I'd claimed Elizabeth's untouched pussy. How her eyes had gone wide with each orgasm. She made me feel like a fucking king and that terrified the life out of me.
Jackson Labonair, the CEO of the most ruthless jewelry auctioneer in the business was afraid of his very recently virginal wife. I had trouble believing it and I was living it.
Compared to Pearl, Elizabeth was…well, different.
She wasn't vivacious. She was small and thin, curve-less. But when I touched her, I could feel she worked out. Those feminine arms were strong.
I felt their strength when she held me while I pounded into her.
God, her cunt almost strangled my dick. It felt so fucking good. She was so damned responsive. I barely touched her tits, and she was wet. I had no choice but to taste her. And that's when I knew I was in trouble. But there was no way I'd stop. I wanted her. It was like a fever inside me.
Mine. Mine. Mine.
I didn't mind going down on women, but it wasn't a regular on my repertoire. But I couldn’t resist it with El. My Elizabeth.
The last woman I'd made come with my mouth and hands was Pearl. A part of me felt I was cheating on her—and what a joke that was.
Pearl didn’t know that I knew about her affair with Timothy Dalton . That was why there would be no reconciliation, ever. There was no world in which I'd forgive her for cheating on me.
Our relationship was tempestuous. We fought. Of course, we did. We were two passionate people with hot tempers. We argued. We fucked. And no matter how many times we broke up, we ended up back together. But not this time.
Anger had propelled me to go after the one woman I knew that Pearl disliked, the one that would hurt her the most to see me with. I had only thought of fucking Elizabeth. But then we were at that stupid chapel, and I thought this would be another way to show Pearl that I was off the fucking market.
I ran a hand through my hair, staring into my eyes in the mirror. I was married. What the fuck had I done? Fucking El would have been one thing but marriage? And she'd given me an out when she started talking about an annulment—the fact that she mentioned it made me angry. What, she was too good for me? Is that what she thought?
But you don't want to be married to Plain Jane Invisible Elizabeth,
Jackson.
No, I didn't. She had just been a tool to hurt Pearl the way she'd hurt me. I hadn't thought about the consequences.
I had a meeting with Michael right after reviewing the report from the private investigator I had hired. Recklessly, I asked Michael, Pearl, and Elizabeth's father where his younger daughter was. He told me and I chased her down.
Finding her hadn't been difficult. I knew Vegas well. A few phone calls and I knew the exact hotel she was at; and a few more told me where she'd just run her credit card.
My phone buzzed and I grimaced. It was a message from Pearl: Baby,
where are you? Don't do this, Jackson. I miss you. I love you, damn you.
I loved her too. Loved her so fucking much. But she'd been sleeping with Timothy for four months when she'd been mine. The fact was that while she was texting me, proclaiming her love, she was still sleeping with him.
I understood why she was panicked. We usually broke up for a few days and got back together. This time we'd ended a month ago, and I hadn't picked up the phone once when she called. I hadn't texted her back. I had suspected an affair, which was why I'd stayed away and when my investigator confirmed it, well that had been the last nail on the proverbial coffin.
It would have been painful if she fucked Timothy after we broke up; but the fact that she'd been sleeping with him before, that was a deal breaker.
There was a knock on the bathroom door.
"Yes?"
"Jackson, ah…it's Elizabeth.