Chapter 07
Third Person's POV
What Dahlia didn't know was that since high school, cup noodles had been Jackson's primary source of sustenance. He and his mother simply couldn't afford even the most basic vegetables, let alone proper meals. The instant noodles had been both a blessing and a curse—cheap enough to keep them from starving, but a constant reminder of their desperate circumstances.
Dahlia set down the cup noodles container, and Jackson watched her carefully. If he hadn't met these three remarkable women, he knew with certainty that he wouldn't even be able to afford these simple meals anymore. Worse still, there was a very real possibility that his mother would no longer be alive. The weight of that realization hit him like a physical blow.
Jackson's grip tightened on the shopping cart handle as the full magnitude of his situation became clear. He would do everything in his power to be a good husband to these three women—it was the only way he could even begin to repay the kindness they had shown him and his family.
Without thinking, Jackson reached out and took Dahlia's hand in his. She looked up at him in surprise, but after a moment, her expression softened into a warm smile as she squeezed his hand in return.
They continued their shopping in comfortable companionship until Dahlia suddenly excused herself, asking Jackson to wait for her in the aisle. He was puzzled but agreed, assuming she needed to use the restroom or handle some personal matter.
Six minutes passed, and Dahlia still hadn't returned. Growing concerned, Jackson abandoned their cart and went searching for her. What he found made his blood boil with protective fury.
Dahlia was cornered near the pharmacy section by two men who were clearly making her uncomfortable. One of them was leering openly at her chest while making crude comments.
"Come on, beautiful, you've got plenty to share," the first man said with a disgusting grin. "How about giving us a little taste?"
Jackson didn't hesitate. He immediately left the cart and strode over to pull Dahlia away from the men.
"Back off from my wife," Jackson said, his voice cold with barely controlled anger. "Find someone else to harass."
The two men looked surprised for a moment before bursting into mocking laughter.
"Dude, what kind of magic did you pull to land a chick like that?" one of them said, actually putting his arm around Jackson's shoulders in a condescending gesture.
Jackson shrugged off the man's arm with disgust. He couldn't even imagine what their reaction would be if he told them he was married to three sisters who all looked like Dahlia.
"You'll never know the secret as long as you don't have a face like this," Jackson replied with surprising confidence, gesturing to his own features.
Dahlia couldn't help but laugh at Jackson's unexpected cockiness, which drew the attention of all three men.
"Come on, hubby," Dahlia said, wrapping her arm around Jackson's possessively. "Don't waste your time on them. They're not even close to your level of handsomeness."
Jackson felt like Dahlia was making fun of him, but her laughter seemed genuine rather than mocking. The two would-be harassers looked confused and slightly offended—they clearly thought they were better looking than Jackson, yet here was this stunning woman calling him handsome while dismissing them entirely.
Jackson was still processing Dahlia's unexpected compliment when she casually dropped six boxes of condoms into their cart. Several nearby shoppers and sales clerks turned to stare at them with barely concealed curiosity and judgment.
"Dahlia," Jackson whispered urgently, leaning close to her ear. "You bought way too many condoms."
She turned to face him, bringing their faces so close that their lips nearly touched.
"There are three of us, remember?" she replied with a mischievous grin.
Jackson's face turned bright red as he quickly stepped back, realizing he had almost kissed her in public. He was becoming far too comfortable with these intimate gestures.
When they reached the checkout counter, Dahlia paid for everything while the cashier gave them meaningful looks, clearly noting the large quantity of condoms among their purchases. Jackson scratched the back of his head in embarrassment and gathered all their shopping bags, refusing to let Dahlia carry anything despite having worked construction jobs that had built up his strength.
After loading their purchases into the car's trunk, Jackson moved to open the passenger door for Dahlia. She found the gentlemanly gesture both unexpected and endearing.
"Next time, I'm definitely going to teach you how to drive," Dahlia said as she got into the car. Jackson immediately apologized.
"I'm kind of scared to drive," he admitted as he closed her door and walked around to the driver's side. "I'm afraid I might crash the car."
Dahlia laughed as he settled into the driver's seat. "Paris has a huge collection of cars," she said dismissively. "I'm one hundred percent sure that even if you destroyed every single one, she wouldn't get angry."
Jackson made a face and shook his head. "I'd rather not test that theory."
As Dahlia started the engine, Jackson checked his phone, remembering that he had texted Paris earlier. There was still no reply, which was unusual for her.
They arrived at the apartment building's parking garage without incident. Jackson was removing his seatbelt when he was startled by the sudden reclining of his seat.
"Dahlia—" he began, but his words were cut off as she climbed on top of him, straddling his lap and pressing her lips to his in a hungry kiss that he instinctively returned.
"It's too cramped in here," Jackson managed to say breathlessly. He could feel Dahlia's weight pressing against his growing arousal, which was straining uncomfortably against his pajama pants.
"I like it here," Dahlia whispered against his lips. "There's something thrilling about the risk."
Before Jackson could protest further, Dahlia raised his hands above his head and pulled down both his pajama pants and underwear in one swift motion. His arousal sprang free, fully erect and impressive in size. Dahlia stared at it for a moment, her eyes widening slightly.
"Will this even fit inside me?" she wondered aloud, though Jackson wasn't sure if she was asking him or herself.
Jackson couldn't tell if Dahlia had removed her underwear before they went shopping or if she had taken it off just now. All he knew was that when she lifted her skirt, he could see her most intimate area, already glistening with arousal.
"Wait!" Jackson said urgently, seeing that Dahlia was about to lower herself onto him without any preparation.
Dahlia paused, her brow furrowing in frustration. "What's wrong?"
Jackson sat up and gently guided her to lie back across the passenger seat while he positioned himself in the driver's seat. He carefully lifted her legs and spread them apart, giving him access to her most sensitive areas.
"Wait—" Dahlia began, but her words turned into a muffled moan as Jackson buried his face between her thighs, his tongue finding her most sensitive spots with practiced skill.
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Later, in the dining room of their apartment, Dahlia was bent over the dining table, her moans echoing through the space as Jackson moved behind her with steady, powerful thrusts. She was completely naked by this point, having lost track of how many times she had reached climax.
They hadn't been satisfied with their encounter in the car, so after bringing their groceries upstairs and putting them away, they had continued their passionate encounter in the kitchen, which had eventually moved to the dining room.
"Ja-Jack!" Dahlia cried out, burying her face in her arms as she felt Jackson reach his peak inside her once again.
She could feel the warmth filling her completely, some of it trickling down her thighs. The sensation was overwhelming and intensely intimate.
"Dahlia, are you okay?" Jackson asked gently as he withdrew from her.
"Damn it," Dahlia whispered weakly. "I can't move my legs."
She seemed to have lost all strength after her final climax, her body trembling with exhaustion and satisfaction.
Jackson chuckled softly and carefully turned her around before lifting her in his arms bridal-style.
"I'll help you take a shower," he said tenderly.
Dahlia pushed weakly at his face, though there was no real annoyance in the gesture. "You better," she said. "This is all your fault anyway."
Jackson didn't argue, even though Dahlia had been the one to insist they continue their encounter after the car. He simply held her close and carried her toward the bathroom, marveling at how natural it felt to take care of her this way.