I guess I was overthinking it.
George Stacy trusted Jack Kadere deeply. After hearing Jack's words, he finally relaxed and said, "Felicia is one of Gwen's classmates. You really should look after her—don't let her overwork herself. Take your time with the band… Oh, right!"
He suddenly remembered something Felicia had mentioned earlier. "Felicia, didn't you say the money had been raised?"
Felicia blinked and glanced at Jack.
Jack gave her a reassuring pat on the head and answered for her, "I'm just lending it to her temporarily. She'll return it, George."
"You're that well-off? You just handed over such a large sum without batting an eye?"
Seeing Jack's financial capability firsthand made George feel even more at ease about his daughter's future. He let out a sigh and teased, "Well, our Gwen sure is climbing the ladder~"
It was an old saying, implying that she was reaching for something high and valuable—naturally a compliment in this case.
Jack returned the praise without hesitation. "George, Gwen is amazing. She's even better than you think."
The two chatted for a while longer. George, clearly in a lighter mood now, eventually asked, "How's she been lately? Work's been keeping me swamped, and I haven't had much time for her. I'm sorry for leaving her in your care."
"Don't worry," Jack assured him. "I've been keeping an eye on her studies. She's still among the top in her class."
"That's good to hear."
Once they were done talking about Gwen, George's expression grew more serious. Turning to Felicia, he said gently, "Felicia… there's something unfortunate I have to tell you."
She looked up nervously.
"If you'd managed to raise the money in time, your father might have only faced a few years in prison. But… something unexpected happened."
George explained what had just occurred in detail—how, after speaking with the authorities, things had taken a worse turn. Not knowing how to comfort the young woman, he ended the call rather abruptly. That was why he had waited until after speaking with Jack to bring it up.
Beep—
"…How could this happen…"
Listening to the empty dial tone, Felicia sat frozen. Her father was about to be taken away by the FBI. On top of that, he had somehow gotten tangled up with a dangerous super-criminal.
What had he done to deserve this?
Seeing the lost, vulnerable expression on the girl in his arms, Jack gently stroked her hair. "Felicia, don't think too much. You did your best."
"…Mm."
Felicia quietly leaned her head against him. She knew now that the matter was far beyond her control.
"Jack… could you pass me my phone? It's by my clothes. I want to return the money to you."
Jack understood what she was thinking and didn't object. He sifted through the pile of discarded clothes and eventually found the phone beneath a silk-trimmed garment.
Moments after Felicia took it, he received a notification—she had already transferred the money back to him.
Well… that was a free ride.
"Jack… I overheard you talking with Captain Stacy just now…"
Felicia had been listening to the conversation earlier and was starting to piece things together. The way Jack and Gwen interacted… it didn't seem entirely ordinary.
Finally, she couldn't help but ask, "You and Gwen are…?"
Jack replied without hesitation, "Gwen's my girlfriend."
Felicia stared at him for a beat. "…And what about me?"
"You're also part of the girlfriends' circle."
"…I see."
Felicia immediately understood what he meant—he was the kind of man who wanted to build his own harem.
But strangely enough… she didn't mind.
Her lips curled into a sly smile. "So… how far have you and she gotten?"
She wanted to know exactly where she stood compared to Gwen.
Jack smirked faintly. "Same as you."
That made her cheeks warm instantly. Same as me… so we've done everything… unlocked everything…
Oh right… that's not counting Cindy.
Thinking of her best friend, Felicia's curiosity spiked again. "So… you and Cindy…?"
Jack lifted an eyebrow. "Not yet."
Hah~ good.
At least I'm ahead of her. Overtaking on the curve…
Felicia's mood lightened considerably. Sorry, Cindy. I can't help it.
"Jack, you must be hungry. I'll make you something to eat~"
After a short rest, Felicia sent him off, then went to her closet and pulled out a white off-the-shoulder sweater. She slipped it on in front of the full-length mirror. The loose sweater fell just to her thighs, highlighting her pale, flawless legs.
Jack sighed inwardly. Wearing only a sweater… she was doing this on purpose.
He knew Felicia well enough—this was her way of distracting herself, of pushing away thoughts about her father.
Well… what else could he do? He could only help her let it out.
He stepped forward.
Felicia saw his reflection approaching from behind, bit her lip, and closed her eyes. She just wanted to forget everything for a while—even if it meant she wouldn't be able to show up at school for the next few days.
Jack stepped forward, his hands finding Felicia's hips, pulling her back against him. She gasped, her eyes flying open, meeting his gaze in the mirror.
"Jack... what are you doing?" she asked, her voice breathy and unsure.
Jack smirked, his grip on her hips tightening. "Helping you forget, Felicia. Just like you wanted."
He leaned down, his lips finding the sensitive spot where her neck met her shoulder, nipping and sucking, marking her. Felicia moaned, her head tilting to give him better access, her eyes fluttering closed again.
Jack's hands roamed her body, finding the hem of her sweater, pushing it upward, revealing more and more of her smooth flesh. Felicia shivered, her breath coming in ragged gasps as Jack's fingers found her entrance, slipping inside to find her already wet and ready.
"Jack... please..." she panted, her hips moving instinctively, seeking more friction.
Jack growled, his cock hardening at her plea. He undid his pants, freeing himself, and positioned himself at her entrance. With one swift thrust, he filled her completely, making her cry out.
"Jack... it's too much still... It's not even been that long..." Felicia gasped, her body tensing as she adjusted to his size.
Jack grabbed her hips, pulling her flush against him, his thrusts hard and punishing. "Take it, Felicia. Take every inch of me. Forget everything else but this."
Felicia moaned, her body moving in time with his, meeting his thrusts with equal fervor. She watched their bodies moving together in the mirror, her eyes locked onto Jack's reflection, seeing the passion and desire etched onto his face.
Their bodies slammed together, the sound of their flesh meeting filling the room. Felicia's orgasm built rapidly within her, her body tensing as she neared the edge.
"Yes, Jack... Yes... Don't stop... Make me come..." she cried out, her voice filled with desperation.
Jack growled, his thrusts becoming harder, faster, driving them both closer and closer to the edge. "Come for me, Felicia. Scream my name. Forget everything but this."
With a final, strangled cry, Felicia came undone, her body convulsing as her orgasm ripped through her. Jack followed her over the edge, his cock throbbing inside her as he came undone, filling her with his hot cum.
As they stood there, panting and sweat-soaked, Jack pulled Felicia close, his voice filled with satisfaction. "There, kitten. Let's make you forget everything but this for a while."
And with that, Felicia's problems faded into the background, replaced by the passion and pleasure only Jack could provide.
…
Much later, the life-sized mirror in her room bore a few telltale spots.