
Jenny & Jay - Volume 1
Johnny Simmons thrives on competition-whether in the pool, in playful bets, or in charming his way through life. He's used to being in control, but when Jane Shepperd enters his world, she proves to be an unexpected challenge.
Assigned to his study group, Jane is sharp, unfiltered, and unimpressed by his usual charm. Their first real interaction is filled with witty banter, subtle tension, and a clash of personalities that leaves Johnny both frustrated and intrigued.
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Chapter 5
On Friday, I finally started to understand what the coach had been talking about. Paul was proving to be a solid training partner-competing with him constantly pushed me to improve my time, and he always encouraged me. He was acting like a true teammate.
In the locker room, I didn't talk much to Paul, but the others did. I learned that his family had moved here at the beginning of summer, had lived in Japan for a few years before that, and had been in another city before that. No one asked about the girls or his sister, so he didn't mention them.
"So, you're coming with your sister tomorrow?" Brian asked.
"Partly," Paul said. "I also invited Jane, if that's okay with everyone." He glanced at me, but I didn't react.
"No problem," Brian answered for me. "She can come."
"Thanks," Paul smiled, and I quietly left the locker room.
Thanks to training, I arrived early again that day, but Jane was already in the classroom.
"You read really slowly," I remarked as I entered and saw her reading as usual.
"Because someone always keeps talking to me," she sighed with a smile and closed the book. "I see your hair gel shipment arrived," she noted, referring to my styled hair.
"Some spend on gel, some on nerdy books," I retorted, though I realized I had set myself up for an easy comeback.
"Yes, some are superficial, and some are smart," she laughed, which made her look particularly beautiful. I laughed too-her wit was sharp.
Paul and the others trickled in, and biology class began.
At lunchtime, my gaze wandered to the new students. The girls were pestering Paul, but he mostly talked with Jane. They seemed to get along well. After a while, Paul's attention was drawn by the familiar flirty girls from last year, so Jane took out her book and started reading. Occasionally, they exchanged words over the book, and Jane blushed.
"What are you looking at?" Brian asked.
"Just the new students," I said, averting my gaze. "Paul seems pretty cool."
"Competition?" Aaron asked.
"For me?" I asked arrogantly. "Hardly." I grinned. "He just looks like he swims."
My eyes wandered back to them. Jane was reading; Paul was juggling conversations with the girls and still passed his cake to Jane, as usual.
"Do you think they're dating?" Aaron's girlfriend whispered.
"Who?" Daryl asked as he set his tray down.
"The new girl and the Japanese guy," Brian said, glancing at me.
"They already had dinner at her parents' place one evening," Daryl added. "I heard them talking about it in the hallway today."
Brian cautiously looked at me.
"They can do whatever they want as long as they don't mess up my grades," I said dryly, burying myself in my food. But for some reason, I didn't like the thought.
"Uh-huh, I see," Brian said quietly.
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Friday evening came, and I picked up Shannon in front of her house. She didn't live far-it was a fifteen-minute walk-but by car, we had to cross the bridge, which was a big detour.
"You look great, kitten."
She didn't leave much to the imagination. She wore a low-cut, short red dress, heavy makeup, and a strong perfume that hit my nose immediately.
"Where are you taking me, Pretty Boy?"
"To Tony Burgers."
"Oh no! I thought of something much better. It wasn't worth dressing up like this for that." She started whining.
"Sorry, my allowance only covers this," I replied curtly.
"You probably spend the rest on your other girls."
Strangely enough, I was starting to get fed up-but I didn't show it.
"I don't have other girls. I'm a monogamous type," I said and smirked. I'm monogamous- not that the girls need to know it's a short-term arrangement.
"So I'm your girl?" she asked in a sultry voice.
"We'll see," I smiled mischievously.
I liked the place. The building was bright white with big windows, a counter facing the entrance, and red booths running along both sides. The kitchen opened behind the counter, where Tony usually worked. He was medium height, dark-haired, dark-eyed, about Amber's age. After taking over from his father, he'd made the spot his own, always in his apron and cap. We knew each other-his sister often stopped by to see my dad. I never asked why; it wasn't my business. Still, his family was grateful, and I always got a discount.
"Hey Jay, your booth's free. You've got a gorgeous companion today," he greeted Shannon with a cheerful smile, shaking my hand.
She squealed, covering her mouth with her hand. "Thanks, you're so sweet!"
"Sit down, I'll bring the menu."
We sat down, Shannon next to me, so I put my arm around her shoulder. Since last summer, it hadn't been much of a challenge.
Tony placed the menu card down.
The food wasn't complicated-hot dogs and a hundred kinds of burgers. It was a casual spot for real teens. I'd been here with other girls before-here, I could afford to pay the bill.
"What are you eating?" I asked Shannon, browsing the menu.
I glanced at her and saw she was flipping through the card. Just don't say it, I thought. And then, she spoke.
"I'll have a salad."
I wanted to fall on my sword.
"And you, Pretty Boy?"
"I'll have a Tony's Special burger and a cola."
"Alright," said the waiter, and he left.
"Aren't you afraid of gaining weight? That's pretty unhealthy." Shannon said.
"Sorry, I'll pay more attention next time. But I've had exhausting training sessions."
"Yes, I saw you swimming-you looked good." With that, she leaned in and kissed me.
I had to admit-she didn't waste time.
"Kitten, let me ask you something." I was genuinely curious about her answer.
"Sure, Pretty Boy, anything."
"If you could travel back in time, what would you change?"
"Have they invented time travel? I didn't see it in the news," she said, surprised. I tried to hide my brain's shock and rephrased the question.
"Not yet, but if you could, what would you change?"
"Oh, I know." She thought for a moment. "Last summer, there was a great sale at a store. They had this divine dress-you would have loved it. I hesitated too much, and by the time I decided, it wasn't available in my size. Well, that's what I'd change-I'd buy the dress."
"I see. What kind of dress was it?"
From that point on, I couldn't focus on what she was saying. The difference between her response and Jane's was shocking. I hadn't noticed it before, but since talking to the new girl, this realization hit hard. I nodded, throwing in combinations of "it must have been nice" and "that's good," while waiting for the food to arrive.
It did. The hamburger was divine-meat, bacon, mushrooms, lettuce, tomato, and two kinds of sauce. I loved it. Shannon, meanwhile, was picking at her salad.
"Is something wrong?" I asked, bored.
"Oh, no, it's just that mayonnaise is very fattening, and I don't want to eat all of it."
"I see."
From that point on, I just wanted to get through the evening. We already had another date planned for tomorrow—hopefully, that one would be better.
After dinner, I drove her home. As soon as I parked, she wasted no time, expertly unbuttoning my pants. In this area, at least, she was good. I leaned my head back against the headrest, staring at the dark roof of the car while she worked.
"If you start this, you have to finish," I warned as she freed my cock.
"I know, I remember from last summer," Shannon smiled, then she swallowed my cock.
I spread my leg to let her reach me better, my mind already drifting. A stray thought pulled toward how a new girl’s mouth would feel, a curiosity that held more interest than the familiar heat below. Shannon started to bubble her head, sucking me slowly, her efforts barely anchoring me to the moment.
"Oh, God, Kitty, don't stop."
The sigil of my desire felt etched into every nerve ending as I reached down, threading my fingers through her hair to hold her head in place. "If you go on, there is no way back," I warned again. Shannon just licked my cock, refusing to release her lips. I looked down at her, gripping her hair to guide her lips on my cock faster, the friction finally demanding my full attention. Shannon tightened her lips until I exploded violently, filling her mouth, my roar filling the car. I held her head on my cock until my pulsing stopped and she swallowed all.
"Tomorrow, my parents won't be here," she said after sitting back. "They're going away for the weekend to look at houses. Maybe you could stay over after the movie." She didn't beat around the bush.
"We'll see. Now go, so you don't get in trouble," I said with a smile.
She kissed me, got out, and walked inside while I headed home. My parents were in the living room watching a movie. Amber came down from her room.
"So, how was it? Is the same girl coming tomorrow?"
"I'll do the dishes if I don't have to bring her home tomorrow," I said, feeling drained.
"Now I'm curious," my sister laughed.
"Hey, Mom," I asked, "at what age do you stop eating salad?"
Mom looked up from the TV, and Dad turned down the volume.
"My son, whoever eats salad now will continue to do so later. Find someone who chooses differently," Dad said meaningfully. It was clear he understood the true essence of my question.
"I don't think such a person exists. I have a good eye-I would notice something like that."
"Change your perspective," he said, patting my shoulder before heading upstairs.
"Good night, kids," Mom said, stepping over to give me and Amber a kiss.
"I'm already looking forward to tomorrow," Amber winked before heading up the stairs.
I was left alone, quickly got ready, and collapsed into bed. My thoughts drifted to the new girl. She was a strange one-whatever topic I brought up, she always had a more intelligent response than any of my previous girlfriends, though sometimes she thought she was too smart.
Anyway, she was just a nerd.
I had a feeling tomorrow would be a long day.
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8.6
For three years, I played the role of the quiet, obedient trophy wife to Cristian George, the most ruthless man in New York. Everyone, including me, thought ours was just a cold transaction for his family trust.
Then, his legendary first love, Hayden, returned from Europe after finalizing her divorce. She didn't just come back; she came straight for my husband.
The entire Upper East Side exploded with gossip. My phone buzzed constantly with videos of her sobbing his name in VIP clubs and friends warning me to watch my back. Hayden even showed up at my workplace, sliding a multi-million dollar tourmaline necklace across the table as a condescending welcome gift. The elite circle opened dark web betting pools, mocking me as a pathetic charity case and taking bets on how fast I would be thrown out on the freezing streets.
I was terrified. I had secretly loved him for ten years, but I was just ordinary. I hid the necklace in the darkest corner of my drawer, waiting for the executioner's blade to fall, fully expecting him to run back to his golden girl.
But when Cristian accidentally found that velvet box, his eyes didn't fill with nostalgia. They darkened with absolute, territorial rage. He didn't ask for a divorce. Instead, he pulled me into his arms, threw the multi-million dollar gem aside like actual garbage, and picked up his phone.
"Clear my schedule for Saturday evening. And book a fitting for Mrs. George."
He was going to give the city a show they would never forget.

9.3
Chandler was the secret wife of Avery Osborn, a powerful media heir who kept their marriage hidden to avoid the scandal of her illegitimate birth.
After catching him openly flirting with a rival at a gala, Avery mocked her low status and told her she was nothing without his money.
Instead of crying, Chandler immediately signed a zero-payout divorce agreement, left her wedding ring on his glass table, and walked out.
To numb the pain of her shattered life, she went to a notorious underground club.
Drugged by a bartender, she lost her mind and ended up having a wild night with a handsome stranger she mistook for a high-end male escort.
Panicking the next morning, Chandler transferred her entire life savings of $50,000 to the man to buy his silence, then fled to her corporate job.
But at the afternoon executive meeting, her blood ran cold.
The man she had paid off was standing at the head of the boardroom table. He wasn't a gigolo. He was Brennan George, the ruthless new COO of her company.
Cornering her in the women's restroom, Brennan held up a printed copy of her $50,000 wire transfer.
"Wiring a massive sum of cash to your direct superior after a night together is classified as commercial bribery and solicitation," he whispered dangerously.
Chandler was terrified, realizing she had handed him the exact evidence needed to destroy her career and sue her into bankruptcy.
"Marry me," Brennan demanded coldly. "It's the only way to make this HR problem disappear."

9.0
My ex-husband returned after a three-year bet, ready to reclaim me and the son he thought was his. He had no idea that I'd secretly aborted his child, divorced him, and remarried the day he left. His world was about to come crashing down.
His delusion turned deadly when he and his manipulative best friend, Haylee, kidnapped my son, Leo.
I found them at his family's mansion, with Leo suffocating from a severe allergic reaction to a dog they were forcing him to play with. Elliot physically restrained me, scolding me for overreacting while Haylee giggled as my son turned blue.
At the hospital, as Leo fought for his life, Elliot grabbed my arm, demanding to know who the man standing beside me was. He was convinced this was all a game to make him jealous.
That's when my real husband, billionaire Gregory Morton, stepped forward.
"Since when is this child yours, Elliot?"

8.0
My husband, Jackson, the Alpha of the Dorsey Pack, was supposed to be my partner, my equal. I paid for everything, from his suits to our private jet. Today, the man I loved told me I wasn't flying with him to the Alpha Summit.
Instead, he declared his mistress, Amber, "fragile" and needing my jet, while I got an economy ticket. His mother, Cornelia, added my healing "aura" was too "intense" for Amber.
My heart shattered from the public humiliation. Jackson kissed Amber, a tenderness denied me for years, while the pack looked away. He even blocked our mind-link, the ultimate rejection.
A searing, cold rage erupted. For five years, I suppressed my royal White Wolf blood, enduring their disdain for a man who now cast me aside like trash.
As my jet lifted into the sky, something inside me unleashed. I pulled out my phone, fingers trembling with resolve. "Cancel the Gulfstream's flight. Ground them. Cut everything. The game is over."

9.5
Bridget left the office early on her anniversary, her pocket heavy with a custom velvet ring box meant for her fiancé.
But when she pushed open the bedroom door, she found him tangled in their bed with her best friend, Chloe.
"Bridget! Wait, it's not what it looks like!" Jacob stammered, his eyes wide with panic.
"Evidence," Bridget stated coldly, snapping a photo of their naked bodies before fleeing into the freezing New York night.
Desperate to numb the betrayal, she got blackout drunk at an underground lounge and threw herself at a dark, terrifyingly handsome stranger.
She woke up in a penthouse suite alone, finding only a limitless black credit card left on the nightstand.
Humiliated and feeling like a cheap escort, she ran away, swearing to forget the nightmare.
But the nightmare had just begun. When she rushed into the office, she discovered the stranger was Jevon Rocha—the ruthless billionaire CEO of her company.
He didn't fire her. Instead, he trapped her in a twisted, obsessive power game, forcing her into his private life and demanding she report to his penthouse.
Bridget couldn't understand why a ruthless billionaire was so dangerously fixated on a low-level employee.
Until she stumbled upon his secret social media account and saw a crayon drawing of a little kid, captioned with a single word: "Finally."
A wave of absolute horror washed over her. He wasn't just playing games; he was hiding a secret child and a messy, high-stakes family drama.
She refused to be the naive collateral damage in a billionaire's twisted life.
Trembling, Bridget hit "Block" on his profile, determined to escape his dangerous web.

7.2
Christa discovered her adopted daughter Evelyn was sneaking around with a street thug named Dante.
When she furiously confronted her, Evelyn squeezed out a few tears and played the tragic, abused orphan.
"Mom is so cruel to me, I just want someone to love me," Evelyn cried to the men of the house, who instantly took her side.
Christa didn't realize her anger only gave the girl the perfect victim card. Evelyn manipulated the family's guilt to drain their wealth and orchestrate a massive corporate fraud.
When the authorities closed in, Evelyn let Christa's eldest daughter Julianna take the fall, sending her to federal prison.
The Stephenson family went completely bankrupt.
Christa's husband Grant, crushed by the betrayal and debt, jumped off a Manhattan skyscraper.
Until her family was entirely destroyed, Christa couldn't understand. They had given the orphan a home, a trust fund, and endless love.
Why did Evelyn treat them like easy marks? Why did she use their kindness as a weapon to tear them apart?
Opening her eyes again, Christa saw the heavy velvet drapes letting in the pale morning light.
She was back seven years ago, on the exact day she first caught Evelyn texting that thug.
This time, Christa wouldn't scream or fight. She would cut off the money, drop the rules, and watch the parasite dig her own grave.