Chapter 6

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Olivia

A face flashes before my eyes. Strong jaw, sandy blonde hair, piercing blue eyes boring into mine.

I gasp, reality flooding back as the mysterious man fades away.

Who was he?

The intensity in his gaze felt so real, so familiar. Like a distant memory clawing to the surface.

I shake my head, trying to clear the confusing images.

Focus, Olivia.

But I can't shake the feeling that he was someone important to me.

Someone I cared for deeply.

Suddenly, Jack's voice cuts through my reverie. "Olivia? You okay?"

"Y-yeah, I'm fine," I stammer, avoiding his concerned gaze. How can I explain that I just had a flashback of another man? Especially after what we just did? "Just tired."

Jack stares at me for a long moment, and I swear he can see right through me.

But he doesn't press the issue. Instead, he just nods as he pulls my head to lay back on his chest.

I nod absently too, my mind still reeling.

Who are you? I silently implore the nameless man in my mind. And what were you to me?

Jack

I scroll through the search results, my eyes scanning for any scrap of information about Olivia's past.

Then I see it. Something that makes my heart fall.

A photo of Olivia with some other fucking guy.

I take in his quintessential good lucks. His sandy blonde hair. Blue eyes.

I instantly hate him.

Anger surges through my veins, hot and potent. I slam the laptop shut.

I don't need to see any more. Don't want to know who he was to her.

Olivia walks in, her brow furrowed. "Everything alright, Jack?"

"Fine," I grit out. She flinches at my harsh tone, but I can't bring myself to care. Not when images of her with him cloud my vision.

"Well, I was thinking we could-" she starts.

"Not now, Olivia." The words come out harsher than I intend. Her eyes widen, hurt swimming in their depths.

Shit.

"I just...I can't right now." I turn away, hating myself but unable to stop.

She's silent for a long moment.

Then she turns and flees the room, a soft, broken sound escaping her.

I'm instantly remorseful, my heart tearing in two.

I hurt her. My girl. I never want to hurt her.

I should go after her.

Explain.

Apologize.

But I can't move, jealousy and fear freezing me in place as she runs from me.

The sound of the door slamming finally jolts me into action.

I can't let her go, not like this.

I race after her, my heart pounding in time with my footsteps. I find her outside, her curvy form wracked with sobs. The sight cleaves me in two.

"Olivia," I rasp, reaching for her.

She whirls to face me, tears streaking her flushed cheeks. "Why, Jack? Why are you pushing me away?"

I swallow hard. "I'm not, baby. I would never. But what are you not telling me?"

She had a memory. I know it. I could tell by the look on her face, and her face betrays her again right now.

Her brow furrows. "What? I don't..."

"Who was he, Olivia?" The question rips from my throat, raw and aching.

She shakes her head helplessly. "I don't know! I can't remember!" A fresh wave of tears overtakes her.

I pull her into my arms, crushing her to my chest. "I'm sorry. God, I'm so sorry. I just...the thought of you with someone else..." I shudder.

She clings to me, her tears soaking my shirt. "You're the only one I want, Jack. The only one I see. I can't remember my past! And I don't even want to! Not if it takes me from you!" She lets out another sob.

A groan rises in my throat. I capture her face in my hands, wiping away her tears with my thumbs. "You're mine , Olivia. No matter what. Mine ."

Then I claim her mouth in a searing kiss, pouring every ounce of my jealousy, my longing, my desperate need into the hot slide of our lips.

She meets me with equal fervor, her fingers tangling in my hair.

I lift her, and she wraps her legs around my waist. Never breaking the kiss, I carry her back inside, kicking the door shut behind us.

The past falls away as we lose ourselves in the heat of the present, in each other.

I worship her body with hands and mouth, learning every curve, every hollow. She arches beneath me, pleading for more, calling me Daddy .

I answer with a slow, deep thrust that has us both crying out.

We move together, our bodies finding our rhythm.

My cock pistons in and out of her. Her pussy sucks me in tight with each thrust.

Squeezing.

Milking.

Oh fuck!

I explode, shooting my cum deep inside her.

In the afterglow, I gather her close, pressing fervent kisses to her damp skin. "I love you, Olivia. No matter what happened before, you're mine now."

My voice sounds as desperate as I feel, but fuck if I can help it.

I can't live without her now.

She's mine .