Three Fated Hearts by LNC

~Kimberly~

I wonder how long it will take before one or both of my sons go for Jenna. I hated to resort to such actions, but I really had no other choice. If I continue to wait for the Colby twins to take care of things, I may be waiting forever. There are too many people against the Colby twins, and I have to have a sure thing.

A knock on my door interrupts my thoughts. “Enter.” The door opens, and Stuart walks into the room. I guess I should have expected this visit. The minute I spoke with Adela, it was inevitable for Stuart to come to me about all of this.

“We need to talk.” I nod slightly, and Stuart sits across from me at my desk. Neither of us says anything at first; we just sit and start at each other. I clear my throat in an effort to get things going, but Stuart still doesn’t speak.

“What can I do for you Stuart?”

“You can cut the s**t.” Well, this is a slightly different side of Stuart. We have known each other forever, and I have never been the recipient of his harshness. Never until now, that is. “What exactly do you think you’re doing?”

what you mean.” Stuart rolls his eyes and leans back

as neutral as possible. “She told me all about Jenna.” I shrug a shoulder. I’m not sure the direction this

and cross my legs. “I’m not sure

Why would you have Jenna come here?

away. There is no guarantee that your daughters can pull this off so I needed a second option.” Stuart looks truly offended.

an intense stare-off for a few minutes. Neither of us moves or speaks at all. I’m not quite sure what is supposed to happen now.

myself. Stuart comes around the desk and pushes my chair back, so I’m facing him. He leans against the desk and gets closer to me.

between them. Our eyes are locked, and Stuart has a hold of my chin. “You are playing a dangerous game right now. If I turn my girls loose on your precious Jenna, that would be a problem. I will do anything for my girl’s happiness, even if that means going against you.” I can’t answer because Stuart’s lips smash onto mine, and the sparks make me weak. His tongue starts

where he starts to knead it and pinch the n***le. I groan and start to run my hands up and down his thighs. I can feel his muscles flinch under my touch, and I lightly run my hand over his bulge. That gains

his hand down, trying to make contact with my core. I part my legs slightly so he can get better access to me. I’m already wet with desire and would love nothing more than for