Lustful Nights with the Billionaire

ive. Thankfully, his condo was close to the hotel. The drive wasn't long, but it took a lot of effort to conce

believe himself. What he did was so out of line. The woman had no idea

leaned his hands on the bar counter of his condo. He

g everything more complicated. He gave in to Monica, thinking it w

him to think of Bree while he was with Monica? It was like his mind sudde

he was sure of was that she irritated the hell out of him. So he couldn't und

to punch

ing worse. She would forever be etched inside his mind whenever he tried to have sex

e contents, but still felt unsatisfied. He drank from the bottle again unt

d wash all those memo

ottle of beer in his hand. H

k of his slacks and pulled out

She had just said yes to him, and he was overflowing with joy in those days. And even though many criticized their relationship, they stood their

as a gold digger and a user, but it was all untrue. Their feelings for each other were real.

fe for what he did earlier. He didn't know what got into him. He promised on Kath's grave that he wouldn'

e. He felt terrible. He felt sorry for his wife, he didn't kno

ed by many more. He let himself cry for his wife. He wasn't over her yet.

kle was gone. Her skin was pale and covered with bruises in different parts of her body. She was already in a state of decomposition

n. Jackson sobbed in despair. His chest fel

god,

et recently? He hadn't even given justice to the death of his beloved wife. The person who killed her

so sorry I

of his wife to his left chest and sobbed uncontrollabl

intensity of the pain he felt. He lay on the floor and continued to cr

sity of the sadness he felt now, he just wanted to die to be with his wife. B

e liquor he was drinking, and he fell asleep on the

the intense grief he was carrying, his mind conjured up un

s, but the evil voice echoed everywhere. Her laughter was chilling, and no

us dreams, this one was the most brutal of all. In his dream, he saw the woman who actuall

tortured his wife. His wife was crying, and the

how hard he tried to scream, nothing happened. It just made him more

rds before she died. Her eyes were open, looking at him with regret. Sh

demon while her whole body was covered in his wife's blood. Her g

picture in his hand tightly. His whole body was covered in sw

s overwhelming. He wanted to reach for Katherine, but she seemed too far for his

hy voice said in his ear, "You are mine, Jackson Samaniego. You can't escape me. I will kill anyone who tries t

tried to pull his arm from her grip, but she was too st

of darkness. "Jackson! Don't go near her! She's a bad person, avenge my death, please! I'm begg

re rage. For the second time, he was unable to save Katherine from her murderer. His heart

r life was being sucked out of her body. A scream of someone deeply

ease, don't h

utched the fabric of his shirt while he was catching his breath. His whole body wa

nding of his heart in his ears. It was a very scary dream, and at the same time, it was heart-wrenching. The pain of Kath's

his forehead. He was b

ow he got there. His mind was still numb. But eventually, he rememb

ugh the glass door on the porch. The glass door was still open

or while crying last night. When he looked at his han

time he had dreamed like that, and the worst part was that the events in his dream were so clear. And

an answer.

ist friend, Trisha Saavedra. She was one of his closest friends, and she had helped him during the time he was devas