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Chapter 35: Rosy’s House
🕑 Added 2025-07-28 16:28:39 +0000 UTCOwen stared into Jessica’s eyes, which were filled with jealousy and reproach. Primal instinct screamed at him to choose the most dangerous path… but it was also the path that was truest to his heart. Option 3.
A cunning smile appeared at the corner of his lips before the system window dissolved.
He stepped towards Jessica, slow yet steady. Each step was filled with a pressure that made the young woman hold her breath without realizing it. When the distance between them closed until they were almost touching, Owen reached out, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her body close, until their chests lightly touched.
"Ah…" Jessica let out a startled cry.
Before she could protest, Owen’s strong fingers lifted her chin, forcing her once-cold eyes to meet his blazing ones.
"Don't be foolish, Jessica…" His voice was deep and powerful. It wasn’t a shout, but a cold command that seeped into her very soul.
"It doesn't matter who I talk to, or if I have other women... it never changes the fact that you are 'mine' and I am your everything. We're both selfish. It just depends on how we accept or manage it."
The words, both comforting and commanding, pierced deep into Jessica’s heart. It was like a bright light shining in to drive out the darkness. The counterfeit memories Cole had built began to crack and crumble, replaced by Owen’s intense desire.
Before she could even process her feelings, Owen pressed his face down, capturing her lips with his in a fierce and passionate kiss.
Smooch! Mmmph!!!!
At first, Jessica flinched, her body instinctively tensing in resistance, but her strength was no match for Owen’s. He slid one hand to the back of her head, forcing her to accept this hot, savage kiss. His tongue expertly slipped past her trembling lips, chasing and tangling with hers.
The initial harshness slowly transformed into a passion she couldn't resist. Her body went limp in his arms, willingly. Her lips parted, accepting his invasion before she began to kiss him back just as fiercely. She wanted him… wanted him to possess her, body and soul… wanted this powerful touch to completely erase the disgusting memory of Cole.
Smooch Mwah Mwah~
Schlick Schlick Schlick~
Mmm Aahhh
Her hands, which had at first pushed against his chest, now moved up to clutch his hair tightly, pulling him in for a deeper, more intimate kiss. The wet, lewd sounds of kissing echoed in the quiet hospital room.
When Owen slowly pulled his lips away, leaving a thin string of saliva connecting them, he looked deep into her moist, passion-filled eyes before asking in a softer, yet still possessive tone, "Now… are you ready to take me to Rosy's house?"
Jessica was breathing heavily, her face flushed, her heart pounding as if it would leap out of her chest. The anger and jealousy from a moment ago had completely vanished, leaving only a sweet submission and a dangerous excitement.
"...You're right," her voice was faint and sultry. "I am 'yours' and always will be~"
She spoke the confession like an oath before slowly pulling away from him. Her face was still flushed, but her eyes were filled with resolve. She walked over to the table, picked up the key to Owen’s SUV, and gripped it tightly… a complete acceptance of this complicated role and relationship.
After finishing all their business at the hospital, Owen’s new white SUV drove away from the bustling city center, heading towards the suburbs where the scenery began to change to more spaced-out houses. The atmosphere in the car was quiet, with only the sound of the wind rushing past the slightly cracked-open window. Jessica drove smoothly, while Owen leaned back against the seat, calmly watching the scenery pass by.
Half an hour later, the car turned into a quiet residential neighborhood before pulling to a smooth stop in front of a medium-sized, two-story house. The house was a simple, modern style with a white and grey color scheme, but the small flower garden in the front, filled with lavender and pale roses, made the whole house look incredibly warm and inviting.
"We're here?" Owen said softly as he unbuckled his seatbelt.
"Mm…" Jessica grunted in response, her eyes narrowing slightly as she looked at the house. The possessiveness that had just been awakened was still smoldering inside her. "Should I wait?"
Owen shook his head slowly. He reached out with his right hand to gently caress her smooth cheek. "It's okay. This will probably take a while. I don't want to take up any more of your time, my love~" He looked deep into her eyes. "Thanks for the ride."
"Don't thank me. It's a lover's duty to take care of each other" she smiled faintly before leaning in to give him a peck on the cheek. "See you later, my love And don't forget, you still owe me that visit to my house…" she said, her voice laced with suggestion, before returning to the driver's seat.
After Owen got out of the car and watched Jessica drive off until she was out of sight, he turned to face Rosy’s house. He took a deep breath to prepare himself for the "surprise" that awaited him before walking to the front door and ringing the bell.
Ding-dong~
Almost as soon as the bell fell silent, the door was yanked open!
"Owen!"
Rosy’s form, dressed in her favorite rock band t-shirt and a pair of black shorts that revealed her fair, slender legs, shot out of the house like an arrow. She threw herself into Owen’s arms, hugging him tightly before he could even react. She buried her face in his strong chest, inhaling the scent she had missed so much until she felt a little dizzy.
"You're finally here! I missed you like crazy!" she said, her voice muffled. Her breasts, hidden under the t-shirt, pressed against his chest muscles until he could feel their softness.
Owen, still surprised, could only smile and pat her head gently, before a clear, playful voice came from inside the doorway.
"My, my Young people are so passionate, aren't they? Teehee"
Hearing that voice, Rosy immediately pulled away from Owen. She spun around and pouted at the woman leaning against the doorframe. The woman had a warm smile and eyes that were strikingly similar to Rosy’s. She had a gentle, beautiful face, a short, jet-black bob haircut, and a very voluptuous and curvy figure, especially her large breasts and buttocks, which were almost bursting out of the black lace dress she was wearing. Even though she was 50, she looked like she had just entered her 40s, no different from a youthful mother.
[Character Illustration: Alicia]
"Mind your own business, Mom! What I do and with whom is my business! And why are you blushing and fidgeting like that? You're not a kid anymore, you don't need to get shy over a simple hug!"
After finishing her rant, Rosy turned back and pulled Owen’s arm possessively. "Owen, don't pay any attention to this woman's words. She's my meddling mother, Alicia Knightwell… And Mom, this is Owen Marlowe, the boyfriend I'm always talking about. I hope you won't tease him like you do Julian!"
Alicia chuckled softly at her daughter's cat-like posturing. She looked at Owen with a fond expression before her eyes scanned him from head to toe, analyzing him. Her gaze paused for a moment on his large crotch before moving back up to meet his eyes with a knowing smile.
"A pleasure to meet you, Owen," Alicia said in a kind voice. "You must be very skilled to have my feisty daughter so smitten. To the point of abandoning poor little Julian… But I understand, that's just how teenage life is~ Come on in. I just finished baking some cookies."
She opened the door wider, inviting Owen into the house, which was filled with the sweet aroma of freshly baked goods, mixed with the faint, alluring scent of its sexy, fifty-year-old owner…
Owen followed Rosy into the house. The fragrant scent of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies filled the air as soon as the door closed. The living room was decorated in a simple but stylish way. A large, dark grey sofa sat in the middle of the room. On the walls, posters of various rock bands were interspersed with serene landscape oil paintings, a perfect contradiction that also reflected the personalities of this mother and daughter duo.
"Have a seat. I'll go get some water and cookies," Alicia said with a smile before disappearing into the kitchen, leaving Owen to sit on the sofa with Rosy, who was still pouting.
Not long after, Alicia returned with a wooden tray holding two glasses of cold water and a plate full of hot cookies with gooey chocolate still melting. She handed a glass to Rosy before walking around to Owen’s side.
And in the moment she bent down to place the glass of water on the low table in front of him…
Alicia deliberately leaned down extra low, causing the deep V-neck of her dress to gape open, revealing the milky-white cleavage of her voluptuous breasts. Her two massive breasts pressed firmly against Owen's arm and shoulder. He could feel their full softness and weight. The tips of her nipples under the fabric brushed against his skin, sending a thrilling sensation through his entire body.
"Have some water to cool down, Owen~" she whispered sweetly next to his ear, her warm breath carrying a faint, sweet scent, which only made the blood in Owen’s veins pump harder.
"That’s enough, Mom!"
Rosy’s voice rose in annoyance. She shot up immediately, her face flushed with jealousy. She walked over, grabbed her mother’s arm, and pulled her away from Owen. "Don't be so inappropriate with my boyfriend!"
Alicia just laughed, amused. Her laughter was as clear as a bell. "Oh, dear I'm just welcoming my daughter's boyfriend. Why are you so possessive? Or are you afraid I'll steal him away?"
"Mom!" Rosy stomped her foot in frustration before dragging her mother to sit on the other side of the sofa.
After the adorable mother-daughter squabble had settled down, Rosy turned back to Owen. The annoyed smile from a moment ago vanished, replaced instantly by a look of worry and deep concern as her eyes fixed on his left arm, which was wrapped in a thick bandage and a soft cast, held securely by a sling.
"That's right, Owen… your arm…" Her voice softened noticeably. She moved closer, gently tracing the edge of the bandage with her fingertips, as carefully as possible, as if afraid the slightest touch would cause him pain. "What happened to you? Why are you hurt so badly?"
Owen gave a faint smile, trying to make his voice sound as casual as possible. "It’s nothing much. Just some psycho who was harassing a friend of mine. I had to teach him some manners, so I got a little souvenir." He gave a dry laugh. "But trust me, he looks a lot worse than I do."
But his words, which were meant to downplay the situation, only poured gasoline on the fire in Rosy’s heart.
"Who was that bastard!" she snapped, her once-gentle eyes now blazing with fury. She clenched her fists so hard her knuckles turned white. "He dared to hurt you! If you weren't injured, I'd drag you back there to stomp him into the ground!"
"Easy there, love~" Owen chuckled softly. He used his good hand to hold hers. His warm touch helped her to calm down a bit. "It’s over now. The police have already dragged him to jail."
Alicia, who had been quietly observing the young couple's conversation, couldn't help but smile. "My, my~ Look at my daughter. Ready to go to war for her boyfriend," she teased, before examining Owen’s body with an undisguised, sparkling gaze.
"But you look pretty strong yourself, Owen. Muscles everywhere, especially your chest and arms… I'm not surprised my daughter is so taken with you. Are you a boxer?"
Alicia’s open admiration of his muscles made Owen feel a little hot.
"Haha~ I'm not a professional boxer, ma'am. I just go to the gym a bit. My real job is a streamer," Owen replied politely.
"A streamer, you say?" Alicia raised an eyebrow with interest. "And does that pay well enough to take care of my daughter?"
"Mom!" Rosy cried out, her face flushing with a mix of embarrassment and annoyance. "Don't ask such rude questions!"
The conversation continued cheerfully. They chatted about everything from their surprisingly similar taste in favorite bands to the games Owen streamed, which Alicia seemed curious about, asking strange questions but getting laughs the whole time, until the last cookie on the plate was eaten by Owen…
Suddenly, Rosy went quiet. Her smile and laughter faded from her face. She gently placed her glass on the table.
"Alright… we've had enough fun talk," she said as she stood up, her once-playful eyes now serious and resolute. "Owen… let's get to the important part. I have something I want to show you. It's the reason I called you here today."
The atmosphere in the room changed instantly. Owen could feel the importance in her tone. He put down his glass and nodded slowly, his gaze fixed on her.
"Follow me."
The words were short, but as heavy as a stone. Rosy led him out of the living room, down a hallway where the sunlight began to fade, towards a door at the very end. It was a heavy, thick wooden door that looked older and stronger than any other door in the house. She turned the cold brass doorknob and pushed it open…
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