CHAPTER 14: CHAPTER 14: I WANT YOU RIGHT NOW

Renee Winslow was carried back to The West Wing Courtyard by Jack Yates, only to find that Caleb Yates had already left.

She didn’t dare ask Jack Yates where Caleb had gone, and didn’t have the chance to.

As soon as Jack carried her into the room, he didn’t give her a chance to speak, pressing her down onto the sofa and kissing her.

It wasn’t until she was almost suffocating from the kiss that Jack finally let go. One hand was gripping her waist, the other supporting her head, as he buried his face in her neck, breathing heavily.

Renee was also gasping for air, even more intensely than Jack Yates.

She pushed at his shoulders with all her strength: "Get up, you’re too heavy."

His large frame pressing down on her made it even harder for her to breathe.

Jack Yates arched his muscular shoulders and back, but kept his head resting in her neck, his chin brushing against her as he asked in a deep voice, "What perfume are you wearing?"

The scent was so enticing, it almost made him lose control.

Renee Winslow shivered slightly, her voice trembling, "No, I didn’t use any perfume."

She couldn’t afford expensive perfumes, and cheap ones were too pungent, so she preferred to use none.

Jack Yates inhaled deeply against her neck, savoring the scent, before lowering his head, his sharp, sensual lips grazing her neck, restraining himself just enough to lightly bite her neck.

Renee let out a soft moan, clutching tighter at his shoulders.

Jack lifted his head, his gaze dark and deep, staring at her like an abyss.

Renee sensed his intent, hurriedly grabbing his arm: "Wait until I get back from home, then... then we can, okay?"

Jack released her, bending to peck at the corner of her lips, before straightening up and unbuttoning his shirt.

He unbuttoned the black shirt entirely, revealing his tense, broad chest, leading down to his muscular abs and the line of his hip bones, disappearing into the waistband of his black trousers.

Renee blushed and her heart raced, she bit her lip, turning her head away.

Jack leaned down to pick her up, holding her close.

Renee pressed against his strong chest, listening to his steady, powerful heartbeat, her own heartbeat speeding up in response.

Jack carried her to the bathroom on the second floor, setting her down on the sink, bracing his hands on the counter: "Can you wash yourself?"

Renee looked at the unhidden desire in his eyes and bowed her head, speaking softly, "Yes."

She wasn’t naive, of course, she knew how to bathe herself.

Unexpectedly, Jack moved closer to her face, speaking earnestly, "I don’t know how. Help me."

Renee was speechless: "..."

She was truly astonished! She’d met shameless people, but never someone this shameless!

Jack propped one hand on the counter, the other lifting to gently brush her face, his thumb tracing her tender lips: "Are you unwilling?"

Just as Renee was about to speak, a phone rang outside the door, the ringtone belonging to Jack.

She breathed a sigh of relief, urgently pushing him: "Your phone."

Jack’s thumb pressed on her lips before turning away, instructing Aunty Warren to bring in toiletries for Renee, then took his phone to the balcony to answer the call.

Renee jumped down from the counter, staring at her own flushed reflection in the mirror, covering her face with her hands as she exhaled, quickly splashing cold water on her face to cool down.

The call Jack received was from Russell Yates, who was Jack’s father.

Russell Yates, as the head of the inspection team, was in Rivenshore investigating a corruption case.

At eight in the evening, just as Russell returned to his hotel room, he received a call from his eldest grandson, who cried and complained that Jack had taken his girlfriend.

Already frustrated by obstacles in his investigation, Russell was infuriated upon hearing such absurdity, wanting to drag both his son and grandson out for a scolding.

"Jack, what exactly happened?" Russell asked sternly.

Jack lit a cigarette, replying nonchalantly, "Your grandson should have told you already."

Russell’s voice was authoritative: "Hector said you took his girlfriend, is that true?"

"Hector" was Caleb’s nickname, given because he was born on January 1st, New Year’s Day, so the Yates’ grandfather gave this easy-to-remember nickname to his great-grandchild.

Jack chuckled, "You believe what a child says?"

Russell: "In our family, Hector respects you the most. If anyone speaks ill of you, he gets angry. If you didn’t do such a thing, he wouldn’t complain about you to me."

Jack replied solemnly, "I’ll make it up to him in other ways."

Russell: "Felix Yates, you scoundrel! You actually did something this outrageous?"

Jack remained silent, taking a drag of his cigarette forcefully.

Russell then ordered, "Before I return to Northcity with your grandfather, make sure that woman is gone."

Jack grabbed his phone, answering coldly, "This is my personal matter; Secretary Yates has no authority to manage it."

After hanging up, Jack placed one leg on the coffee table, holding his cigarette with two fingers, shaking off the ash.

The phone rang again; it was Ian Lynch calling, Jack picked up, sliding his thumb across the screen to answer.

Ian laughed, asking, "Where is Boss Yates?"

Jack exhaled a puff of smoke, his voice low and husky: "At home."

Ian: "At the old house in the south of the city?"

Jack: "Yeah."

Ian was curious: "You never come back when Secretary Yates and Chairman Bell are home, so why are you back at the old house alone now that they’re not?"

Just as Jack was about to reply, Renee walked over, wrapped in a towel, her eyes glistening as she looked at him: "My suitcase is in your main building, can you get it for me?"

A shocked voice from Ian came through the phone: "Damn! What’s happening? Why is there a girl’s voice over there, Jack?"

Renee’s voice was soft and sweet, clearly a girl’s, and of a gentle and tender kind.

Jack quickly hung up, his gaze fixed on her, seeing her pink-toned skin, and felt a tickle in his throat as he reached to pull her into his arms.

Renee hurriedly clutched the towel to prevent it from slipping.

Jack’s arm encircled her waist, holding her tightly, his lips brushing her earlobe as he murmured, "Did you do it on purpose?"

Renee placed one hand against her chest, the other grasping his muscular arm: "Do what on purpose?"

Jack nibbled her earlobe slightly, his voice husky: "Torment me on purpose."

Renee twitched nervously, trying to pull away from his embrace.

Jack’s breath became heavier as he held her tighter: "Don’t move."

Renee: "My clothes are still over there, can you get them for me?"

Jack caressed her waist: "No rush, I’ll have Butler Pierce get them tomorrow."

Renee: "Then what do I wear tonight?"

Jack: "Wear mine."

Renee pushed his hand: "Y-you hurry and wash up."

Jack placed her hand back onto him: "I’ll wash later."

Renee tried to pull her arm away, but couldn’t, so she let him hold it.

She deliberately ignored the sensation in her hand, her voice sinking, "I want to go home tomorrow."

Jack held her hand tightly, his voice rough: "Alright."

Seeing his agreeable response, Renee pushed further: "Then, can I stay home for the entire summer?"

Jack gripped her hand a bit tighter: "No."

Renee knew he would refuse, so she asked again: "How about just half a month?"

Jack countered: "Where would you stay?"

This question stumped Renee. Indeed, she had nowhere to stay, which was why she hadn’t gone home for the summer.

Her dad was in his third marriage, and her stepbrother from his third wife was only four years old. They lived in a two-bedroom apartment in the county, where her grandparents also lived, with her grandmother helping take care of the child while her grandfather worked construction to support the family.

And her father, nearing forty, behaved like an oversized child, unable to support the family.

When at home, she had no place to stay; during the New Year visits, she had to sleep on the living room sofa or on a floor mat in her grandparent’s room.

Renee remained silent, a deep sense of discomfort within her.

Feeling unhappy, she lost the mood to engage with Jack, letting out a light snort as she withdrew her hand.

Jack carried her back to the bedroom, seeing her look soft and pitiful, only feeling that the enthralling scent on her was stronger, tempting him to madness, to want her heedlessly.

Renee was frightened by Jack’s gaze, shrinking away towards the inside of the bed.

Jack irritably gripped his collar and tore it forcefully, buttons popping and scattering all over the floor.

Renee was even more terrified, hurriedly wrapping the quilt around herself.

Jack braced himself on the bed frame, leaning over: "I want you right now."