Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties-Chapter 987: Playing the Victim

I reached out again, this time letting my hand rest gently on her trembling shoulder. My thumb brushed her skin in what I hoped looked like a comforting gesture.

"But I won’t abandon you. I won’t leave you to deal with the consequences alone. We’ll figure this out together. I promise."

Kate’s thoughts spiraled even faster through the bond:

[He’s being so kind... even though he thinks he forced himself on me. I’m the one who slipped the drug into his wine. I’m the one who climbed on top of him while he was barely conscious.]

[I’m the slut. I’m the villain in this story. But if I confess now... he’ll never look at me the same way again. He’ll see me as a predator. I can’t lose him. I can’t lose what we have... even if it started with a lie.]

She looked up at me with those big, watery eyes, her voice soft and fragile. "Jack... how can you say that? What if... what if my husband finds out? What if my daughter never forgives me? I’ve destroyed my family in one night..."

I shook my head firmly, leaning closer so our faces were only inches apart. My hand remained gently on her bare shoulder, thumb tracing slow, soothing circles against her warm skin.

"Listen to me, Kate. None of this is on you. I was the one who was completely out of control last night. If anyone should be punished for what happened, it’s me. I can’t even remember it, but that doesn’t excuse anything."

I paused, letting my voice drop with heavy remorse. "Tell me what you need right now. Be honest. Do you want me to leave immediately? Do you want me to call someone for you? Or... do you want me to stay here with you until you feel safe again? I’ll do whatever you ask."

Kate hesitated, biting her lower lip so hard it turned white. Fresh tears rolled down her flushed cheeks, catching the morning light filtering through the curtains. "I... I don’t know, Jack. I feel so dirty... so ashamed of myself." Her voice cracked beautifully.

"But when you touch my shoulder like that... it doesn’t feel wrong. That’s the worst part. It feels... comforting. Like you actually care." She let out a shaky breath, her chest rising and falling rapidly under the thin sheet. "Jack... do you... Do you regret it? Even a little?"

[Let me take a bit of the blame... and not put everything on him... I’m afraid of hurting his feelings... He looks so guilty already. If I push too hard, he might pull away completely.]

Her thought echoed clearly in my mind through the telepathic bond.

I kept my expression soft and concerned, searching her eyes. "Regret hurting you? Yes. Every second of it. But being close to you like this... even now... it doesn’t feel like something I want to erase entirely."

I swallowed, then asked gently, "Barry... did he find out? Does he know anything?"

Kate shook her head quickly, her messy hair falling across her face. "No... no, he doesn’t know." She wiped at her tears with the back of her hand, sniffling.

"When I went to get water for you last night, I ran into Barry in the hallway. He said something urgent came up at work — some emergency meeting or client issue. He left right away, muttering about having to drive back to the office. But... he should be coming back any time now. He texted me earlier saying he was on his way."

She paused, her eyes darting toward the door as if expecting her husband to burst in at any moment. Then she looked back at me, still wiping fresh tears from her cheeks with trembling fingers. "You should go back to your own room, Jack. Quickly."

"I’ll tell Barry that you went back to your room early last night... that nothing happened. We had a few drinks, you got tired, and that was it. Okay? Let’s just... let’s just forget about it. Pretend it never happened. It’ll be better for everyone."

I looked at Kate with a hesitant, conflicted expression, my brow furrowed deeply. My hand slowly slid off her shoulder as I sat back a little. "If... that’s what you want... I’ll do it. I don’t want to make this any harder for you than it already is."

I rubbed the back of my neck, pretending to struggle with the decision. "But... are you sure? You look so shaken up. I hate the idea of leaving you here alone to face him, especially if he comes back soon. What if he notices something’s off? Your eyes are still red... and the bed... It’s pretty obvious we were both here."

Kate’s lower lip trembled again as she clutched the sheet tighter to her chest. "I know... I know it’s risky. But what choice do I have? If Barry finds out I spent the night with you... even if I say it was a mistake... he’ll never forgive me."

"My daughter.... I can’t break our family apart because of one drunken night." Her voice dropped to a desperate whisper.

"Please, Jack. Just go. I’ll handle it. "

Through the telepathic bond, her thoughts flooded in rapidly, layered with guilt, fear, and something darker:

[He’s actually listening to me... but I don’t want him to leave. Not really. God, why does my heart race when he looks at me like that? I drugged him. I took advantage of him while he was passed out. And now I’m asking him to sneak away as if nothing happened.]

[I’m such a horrible person... but if he stays, maybe I can feel him inside me one more time before Barry returns. No — stop thinking like that. Focus, Kate. You have to let him go... for now.]

I stood up slowly from the bed, completely naked, my erection still half-hard and impossible to hide. I made no move to cover myself as I gathered my scattered clothes from the floor.

"Alright... if that’s what you really want, Kate. But I need you to know something." I turned back to her, my voice low and sincere.

"Last night might be a blur to me. If you ever want to talk about what really happened, or if you need anything — anything at all — you know how to reach me. I’m not going to disappear on you."