I'll Teach You, Marianne.

Jack took Anne to his room at Marks @ The Manor. The super spacious and comfortable room felt even warmer with Anne's current presence.

"Why did you take me to your room?" Anne tried to calm down, even though she was really panicking right now.

Jack put the coat he used to cover her body previous onto the sofa. He then turned to Anne, who was still standing where he had been lowering her from his arms before.

"Then where do you think I should take you home tonight?"

"My house, Jack," Anne shrieked loudly. "I have a comfortable home."

Jack folded his arms across his chest. "You want to go home alone, when Paul and Linda and our child are staying at this hotel, do you mean?"

"T-they stay at this hotel too? Why?" asked Anne stammering.

"Of course it's because you're also staying at this hotel, what else is the reason?"

"Jack... come on, don't kid."

Jack looked at Anne warmly. As a normal man who had not had sex for almost three years, Jack was in a lot of pain right now. Moreover, in front of him was the woman he really wanted, the woman he missed the most, the woman who had driven him crazy for the past three years. After taking a deep breath, Jack walked over to Anne. As she felt threatened, she reflexively stepped back so that her body was stuck against the wall.

"We're still husband and wife, Anne. You should know that," Jack said quietly, his eyes gleaming like a hungry lion.

"Jack, please," Anne groaned in annoyance.

Jack smiled. "I haven't done anything, Anne. Don't make your voice sounds so sexy," Jack's left hand grabbed Anne's waist, bringing their bodies closer now.

As an adult woman who was married and had not felt a male touch for a long time, Anne's body immediately reacted. She reflexively opens her thighs to let one of Jack's legs in between the two.

"I miss you, Anne. So badly," said Jack hoarsely as he spoke in Anne's ear. Anne's body reacted more when the heat from Jack's breath touched her skin.

Anne closed her eyes. She felt something was wrong with her. After struggling with all her might, Anne's sanity finally returned. With all her might, she pushed Jack away from her. Luckily, Jack was not focused on his defense, so Anne easily managed to escape from his embrace.

"Be careful, Jack, don't cross your limits." Anne was panting as she spoke. She still hadn't completely managed to neutralize her feelings.

Jack, who was already very passionate about Anne, stared at his woman without blinking.

"We'd better sit down and talk while maintaining our distance. That will be better," said Anne again with a smile. After which, she walked quickly to the sofa which was not far from her. The VIP room in the hotel was absolutely amazing.

Jack's jaw clenched, he nearly exploded. But Jack realized that right now he couldn't force himself on Anne. Jack knew where he was now in Anne's heart. Therefore, he had to be careful, because otherwise he would really lose Anne.

With pain in his sensitive area, Jack walked to the sofa where Anne was sitting. At first, Jack wanted to sit on the same sofa with Anne. However, Anne firmly pointed to a black sofa in front of her. She invited Jack to sit on a different sofa from her. At this moment, Anne and Jack sat opposite each other, in their respective seats. The couch was so comfortable it made Jack all the more impatient to get Anne to bed.

"Okay, continue the previous conversation." Anne started the conversation.

"What conversation?" Jack growled in pain that was tormenting him.

"Selma... uh I mean Sophia Higgins, how do you know that she edited the photos?" answered Anne quickly. Her curiosity was very high at this time.

Jack spread his legs wide, giving his swelling manhood wider access.

"Luis was the first to discover that the photos were fake. He even managed to find the origin of the photos."

"Where did the photos come from?"

Jack was silent for a while. He then decided to tell Anne everything, starting from how Luis told him about the authenticity of the photos. While Jack was talking, Anne was silent. She listened to all of Jack's words in detail. She didn't even change her sitting position at all when Jack spoke for almost 20 minutes.

"It's certain that Sophia doesn't know Leon. She doesn't even know that Leon is a fool who betrayed you. Sophia really randomly took your photos, coincidentally at that time you were with Leon, so Sophia immediately used the photo to edit those vulgar photos. But take it easy, now that woman has been destroyed. I'm sure she has no more face to show to me or anyone else, because I have an ace that will blow her to pieces against me," said Jack proudly when the story ended.

"An ace, what ace?" asked Anne curiously.

Jack untied the tie around his neck and immediately wrapped it around his arm. "If we keep talking about other people, then when are we going to talk about us, Anne?"

Anne swallowed her saliva quickly. "Talk about us, what else should be discussed, really?"

"Anne," Jack growled coldly.

"Oh, about the house? Okay, I want to go home now, so who will take me home?" asked Anne without guilt. She immediately stood up and slightly lowered the off shoulder dress she was wearing with the intention of covering her thighs. But again, Anne miscalculated because her chest was now more visible than before. Her cleavage was clearly visible and that made the already hot Jack burn even more.

Damn!

Jack could not hold himself any longer. Without warning, Jack immediately got up and approached Anne. Jack easily lifted her and placed her on his shoulder and immediately carried her to the bed that had been teasing him for a long while, asking to be used immediately. Jack threw her body onto the soft mattress made of goose feathers.

"Jack..."

"I've been tormented for too long, Anne, please don't add to this torment," said Jack hoarsely, cutting Anne's words as he took off his shirt carelessly so that the buttons just fell off the floor.

Anne's blood rippled when she looked back at Jack's voluptuous chest and abdominal muscles, but all her admiration was suddenly lost when Anne saw the carvings on Jack's body.

"Since when did you get tattoos?"

Instead of answering Anne's question, Jack still took off the trousers he was wearing. So that soon Anne could see the writing from the tattoo that adorned Jack's lower stomach. Although Jack still had not opened his underwear but Anne could already read the inscription of her name on Jack's body.

"Why did you hurt your body, Jack?" asked Anne quietly. She felt guilty having her name engraved on Jack's body.

Jack climbed onto the bed, crawled over to Anne.

"I did it to protect myself, Anne," Jack answered softly as he planted a kiss in the crook of Anne's neck, one hand gently squeezing one of Anne's breasts.

"Jack...!"

To be continued