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The city was dark and nearly empty at that hour.
The cold wind brushed against her face as she drove through the quiet streets of Chicago, her thoughts racing.
She didn’t know why she was doing this — maybe to end it, maybe to face him once and for all.
Ross had told her where to meet, and finding the place wasn’t difficult.
It was an old park on the edge of the city, nearly deserted at night, the streetlights casting long, lonely shadows across the pavement.
When she arrived, he was already there — leaning casually against a bench, his car parked nearby.
As she turned off her engine, Ross stepped forward, a grin spreading across his face.
"It’s good of you to come, Jennifer," he said, his voice smooth and confident. "This will be a night of revelation for the two of us."
Jennifer’s hands tightened on the steering wheel, her heart pounding.
Jennifer stepped out of the car and locked it behind her, the soft click echoing faintly in the quiet evening air.
The city park stretched before them, dimly lit by scattered lamps that flickered like distant fireflies.
The wind carried a faint chill, rustling the fallen leaves around her heels.
"Ross, what happened l—" she began, but before she could finish, Ross pulled her close and kissed her.
It wasn’t gentle—it was urgent, claiming, the kind of kiss that stole her breath and left her thoughts spinning.
For a moment, she forgot where she was, forgot the streetlights, the world, even her own name.
When he finally drew back, her lips tingled, and her heart thudded painfully in her chest.
She looked up at him, dazed, her cheeks flushed a deep pink.
The look in his eyes—calm, steady, and unyielding—made her remember all too vividly the side of him she’d seen before: confident, dominant, impossible to resist.
Jennifer’s pulse raced as she tried to gather herself.
She noticed, belatedly, a few onlookers nearby—two junkies loitering near the benches, a man sleeping by the fence.
They’d seen the kiss. Shame burned in her chest, and she quickly turned away.
"Ross..." Her voice cracked slightly. "I love my husband. Please, if you want this... whatever this is, to continue, no one can ever know. Not a soul."
Ross tilted his head, studying her. A faint, knowing smile tugged at the corner of his lips.
"Of course," he said, his tone smooth and composed. "If that’s what you want, then it’s done."
He paused, his eyes glinting beneath the park lights.
"But you’ll have to do everything I say, Jennifer. No questions, no hesitation. That’s the only way this works."
Jennifer’s breath hitched.
For a moment, she wanted to argue, to remind him she wasn’t some puppet—but she couldn’t.
She knew too well what it meant to defy him, and deep down, she wasn’t sure she wanted to.
Ross extended his hand, his expression unreadable. After a brief hesitation, she took it.
His grip was firm, almost possessive, yet somehow reassuring.
Without another word, he guided her down the narrow path that wound through the park, the distant city lights fading behind them.
The silence between them was heavy—charged with something neither could name.
Jennifer could feel her heart pounding with every step, torn between guilt and an unshakable pull toward the man walking beside her.
After a minute of walking, they found an empty bench tucked away beneath a pair of tall maple trees.
The night air was still, the faint rustle of leaves the only sound breaking the silence.
Jennifer thought for sure Ross had brought her here for one reason—there was hardly any other explanation for wandering into such a secluded part of the park—but instead of stopping, he simply brushed past the bench, his hand still firmly wrapped around hers.
"Where are we going?" she asked softly, though her voice trembled slightly.
Ross didn’t answer.
He just led her a few steps further, toward the shadows behind the bench, where a lamppost stood watch above them.
Its dim, golden light spilled across the ground, just bright enough to make them visible to anyone who might wander nearby.
The idea of being seen sent a strange thrill down Jennifer’s spine.
She waited for him to speak, to do something—anything—but before she could ask again, Ross turned and pressed her back gently against the rough bark of a tree.
The sudden contact stole her breath.
Then he kissed her, deeply, urgently, with the same fire that had burned between them the night before—maybe even stronger.
It was the kind of kiss that made the world shrink to nothing but the warmth of his breath and the sound of her own heartbeat pounding in her ears.
His hands moved instinctively, tracing the outline of her waist, her back, her hips.
The thin fabric of her white blouse and the snug fit of her jeans did little to stop the heat of his touch.
She could feel his strength in the way his fingers guided her, the way his touch seemed to both demand and cherish at once.
Jennifer’s thoughts scattered like leaves in the wind. Part of her knew this was reckless—they were standing right under a lamppost where anyone could see—but another part of her didn’t care.
There was something magnetic about Ross, something that drew her closer even when logic told her to stay away.
He pulled back just enough to look at her. His breath brushed against her lips as he murmured her name, his voice low and rough.
The way he said it made her shiver.
In that quiet, under the faint glow of the streetlight, the rest of the world felt impossibly far away.
"Hmm..." Jennifer’s lips parted under his, her breath catching as Ross pressed closer.
Their kiss deepened, and for a moment, the rest of the world seemed to vanish.
The faint glow of the lamppost above them cast soft shadows across their faces, but she didn’t notice.
She didn’t care. Ross was simply too good at making her not care.