Jessica Murray's voice carried across the room, drawing everyone's attention to the corner where she and Emily sat. 

"What's the surprise?" someone called out.

Emily hesitated, glancing at Jessica for help, her face a blend of panic and embarrassment. 

Jessica came to the rescue, announcing, "I just found out Jack Johnson and I work in the same office building."

The revelation left the crowd stunned, including Emily, whose mouth fell open in disbelief. Even among those with composed expressions, the focus was on Jack, who offered Jessica a polite nod—a formal acknowledgment of their reunion.

Everyone was aware of how much Jessica had disliked Jack Johnson back in school. Both had been top performers, constantly vying for the number one spot, their rivalry a well-known saga. Yet, it seemed the world wanted them to be tied together, now sharing the same work address. The room froze, suspended in shock.

Surprisingly, the two main players seemed unfazed.

"That's right," Jack confirmed, smoothly opening a new bottle of beer. "Let's all sit down and continue the fun."

Jessica chuckled, shifting her gaze to Tom, sitting next to Jack. "Hey Tom, are you ever going to sing again?"

"I'm on it! Just watch as I serenade you all!" Tom declared with renewed enthusiasm.

The atmosphere gradually warmed back up, filled with lively conversation, drinking, and karaoke. After a few drinks, a rosy flush settled on Jessica’s cheeks. She nudged Emily, whispering, "Who told you?"

"Huh?" Emily frowned, then caught on and dropped her voice. "You mean about Jack? I just heard it around."

"Right after our senior exams, didn't someone see a letter fall out of his books? It had a few lines, supposedly a love note."

"What was strange was the salutation... it had your name on it," Emily admitted, scratching her nose awkwardly.

Rumors have a way of snowballing, growing grander before eventually fading into obscurity. Somehow, even as the subject, Jessica had remained unaware—perhaps a testament to how she'd been oblivious to everything except her studies. Although, if she ever had heard anything, she'd never taken it to heart; Jack Johnson hardly seemed the type to pen love letters, let alone in her name.

Back then, Jack had been solely focused on academics, his only concern being to outshine her in class standings.

Even in a story about herself, Jessica was inclined to dismiss it with a shrug, though she couldn't quite quash the little flutter the handsome Jack Johnson still evoked.

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Jack Johnson patiently indulged Jessica as she dallied, teasing before finally giving in to their mutual desires. As he entered her, Jessica's entire demeanor transformed, evoking a fervor akin to her competitive spirit but softened by an undeniable vulnerability.

Since they'd met, Jessica had been a high-spirited princess—beautiful, smart, adorned with attention wherever she went, with an innate drive to be the best. Yet now, she clung to him, her legs wrapped around his waist in submission, breaths escaping her lips in sweet, pleading whispers.

Jack watched her teary eyes shimmer, considering why she hadn't yet broken down into sobs. Tightening his hold around her, he thrust deeply, seeking to undo her meticulously crafted composure.

"Mmm..." Jessica's head arched back, her elegant throat taut with strain as uncontrolled moans escaped her mouth.

Good, her eyelashes were damp now.

Jack cradled her cheek, his thumb playfully brushing against her skin before pressing against her lips in a gentle caress.

Soft. Everything about her seemed soft, apart from her spirit.

With a deft switch, Jack inserted a finger into her mouth, exploring her tongue playfully. As her tongue sought out the intrusion, he mirrored her actions, teasing her resolve.

Jessica, now firmly anchored against him, found her breathing increasingly labored, every part of her feeling wonderfully full.

Jack’s hand began to roam, teasing her skin with pinches and tender caresses, its warmth enveloping her in a dizzying euphoria.

Feeling weightless and unmoored, Jessica was lost in sensation as his hand ventured up to her chest, her body welcoming him eagerly as he bent to taste her.

Her garbled cries filled the room when Jack suddenly withdrew his finger, grasping her waist tightly as he stood, lifting her with him.

With her lower half still encasing him tightly, he moved with renewed vigor.

"Ah... stop... that's too much," Jessica gasped, genuine tears pricking her eyes, delight and desperation mingling in her voice as she moaned, "So good..."

"If it feels this good, why stop?" Jack's voice was a low growl, his palm landing a firm smack on her backside. "Do you want more?"

The delicious sting reverberated through Jessica's body, her muscles tightening involuntarily, the soft gasp it elicited from Jack a satisfying reward. Sniffling, she retorted, "Yes, take me."

To be brought to tears yet still crave more—such was the little princess.

His little princess.

Fully committed now, Jack resolved to ensure that no matter how much she professed to dislike him, she would forever recall the exquisite pleasures they shared.

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