The Master Programmer-Chapter 177: Love and Loss 1

The room was bathed in the soft glow of the moon, the curtains fluttering gently in the breeze. The scent of their shared passion mingled with the faint scent of Jason’s cologne and Veronica’s floral perfume. The air was thick with anticipation as they lay entwined in each other’s arms, their hearts beating in a rhythm that matched the whispers of their breaths.

Veronica’s skin was like silk against Jason’s, her warmth seeping into his very soul as she traced her fingertips along the contours of his chest. His eyes remained closed, savouring the sensation of her touch, as she leaned in to kiss the corner of his mouth.

Her kisses were tender, a gentle coaxing that spoke of a deeper yearning. He responded with a soft groan, his hand moving to the small of her back to pull her closer.

Her breasts pressed against his chest, the peaks of her nipples hardening as they made contact with the warmth of his skin. He cupped her ass, the plumpness fitting perfectly in his hands, as he guided her hips closer to his own. The heat between them grew, a delicious ache that neither of them could ignore.

With a languid movement, Veronica straddled Jason’s thighs, her core brushing against his erection. She took his length in her hand and stroked him gently, feeling him throb with need beneath her touch. Her movements were slow and deliberate, designed to drive him wild without pushing either of them over the edge too quickly.

Jason’s eyes opened, and he gazed into hers, his smouldering with desire. Veronica was a special woman. She had this softness about her that made him light up with a fire in his heart. And this time was no different either.

He reached up to cup her breasts, his thumbs teasing her nipples into tight little buds. Veronica’s breath hitched, her hips rocking slightly as she grew wetter with each pass of her hand over his shaft.

They both knew what was coming, the inevitable climax that would sweep them away into a sea of pleasure. But they were in no rush. This was a moment to be savoured, a chance to lose themselves in each other without the distractions of the outside world.

Veronica leaned down to kiss him, her full lips meeting his in a kiss that was both fiery and tender. As they kissed, she positioned herself over his erection, her folds parting to accommodate him. She slid down slowly, inch by a delicious inch until he was fully sheathed inside her.

They both moaned in unison, the feeling of their bodies joining together sending waves of pleasure crashing through them. Veronica began to move, her hips rolling in a sensual dance that sent Jason’s eyes rolling back in his head. He could feel the tightness of her, the way she clenched around him as if trying to hold him in place.

Their movements grew more erratic, their breathing more ragged. Jason’s hand slipped down to rub her clit in slow, deliberate circles as she rode him, her body trembling with the effort to hold off her orgasm. But it was a futile effort, and soon she was falling apart, her body convulsing around him as she cried out his name.

Jason watched her, his orgasm building, feeling her contract around him as she came. He felt the warmth of her release and it sent him over the edge, his hips bucking up to meet hers as he filled her completely.

They lay there, panting and spent, their bodies sticky with sweat. Veronica’s head rested on Jason’s chest, listening to the steady thump of his heart. He stroked her hair gently, his other hand resting on the curve of her hip.

"Again?" she murmured, a smile playing on her lips. "Or are you already fucked to sleep? Did I knock out every single ounce of Energy from your body?"

"Mm," was all Jason could manage in response, already feeling the beginnings of his arousal return. "You wish..."

They made love again, this time even slower, their movements lazy and languid. Veronica’s legs wrapped around his waist as he pushed into her, their hips moving together in a dance as old as time. The room was filled with the sounds of their soft moans and the rustling of the sheets.

Each orgasm built upon the last, their pleasure heightening with each passing moment. They were lost in a haze of sensation, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony.

As the night grew late, their passion burned brighter and brighter, until finally, exhaustion claimed them. They lay entwined, their bodies still joined, their breathing finally evening out into the steady rhythm of sleep.

They had spent the entire night worshipping each other’s bodies, and now, as they drifted off into a deep and peaceful sleep, they knew that the bond between them was unbreakable.

Jason stirred awake, greeted by the soft rays of sunlight filtering through the large bedroom window. The warmth of the sun complemented the beauty before him… Veronica lay peacefully beside him. Her delicate features, even in sleep, radiated a sensuality that took Jason’s breath away. He couldn’t help but let a small smirk cross his face.

Leaning in, he placed a gentle kiss on her cheek. She stirred slightly, mumbling something incoherent that ended with, "I love you."

Jason’s smirk widened as he stood, buttoning up his crisp white shirt.

"Of course you do," he murmured to himself, walking out of the room.

As he later slid into the sleek interior of his car, Jason glanced at his phone, noticing a flood of messages. From business contacts to Isabella’s occasional raunchy flirtatious texts, his inbox was lively… except for one glaring absence. Emily.

His thumb hovered over her contact. What could be the issue here?

It wasn’t like her to be silent. Normally, her texts were the kind that would bring a smile to his lips—sweet, overthought, and often overly affectionate. Now seeing her like this was a bit… interesting to him. The last time he saw her was the previous day’s morning.

Maybe he should visit her, or invite her out for something like a date soon. Yeah… that would be nice for sure.

The absence of even a single message stirred a sinking feeling in his chest. Jason couldn’t help but sigh, shaking his head. Why was he hesitating? She might just be asleep after the last night. Jason tapped her name and pressed call. It rang, once, twice… nothing.

What was going on? Jason narrowed his eyes as his brow furrowed. "She’s probably sleeping," he reasoned aloud. But the unease lingered inside him, and it quietly whispered to him, telling him to doubt things as they stood.

There’s something wrong, Jason. Don’t take this lightly.

Jason decided to go and see her. He had to see her right now. That was all to make sure that she was okay.

As he navigated the busy streets, his phone buzzed. A video call... interesting... An unknown number. Very interesting. Narrowing his eyes, he accepted the call. And then when he saw the face on the screen of what was now a video call, he frowned deeply. How did he get his number?

The screen filled with the smirking face of Jack Cross, his snake-like features bathed in dim lighting. "Good morning, Jason," Jack drawled, his voice dripping with false pleasantry.

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This sucker… was just… There was no way this had something to do with Emily, right? Jason’s jaw tightened. "What do you want, Jack? And how did you get my numbers? I changed them after I left the family."

Jack’s smirk widened. "There’s nothing we can’t find out with enough payment. I’m sure you know that already. And about what I want… Oh, it’s not about that, my dear cousin. It’s about what you want.

The camera shifted, revealing a chilling sight. Emily lay sprawled on a bed, her body unnaturally still, her eyes half-lidded as if drugged. Her delicate features were pale, and her breathing shallow.

Jason slammed on the brakes immediately, the screeching sound of tyres blending with blaring car horns. Pulling over to the side of the road, he focused on the screen, his heart pounding even while the other cars around him kept shouting at him for his crazy driving. He didnt care about that tough. This fucker had Emily.

"What the hell is this?" Jason demanded, his voice cold but controlled.

Jack’s chuckle was a dagger to Jason’s composure. "Relax, she’s alive. For now. But you see, Jason, I’ve always been curious about how much you value your… precious little conquests. Emily is quite the gem, isn’t she? Just look at that pretty face, those petite little… mhm… and those legs, I could just see them over my body… Jason, you’re a very lucky man."

Lucky?

This bastard would be lucky to come out of this alive after daring to do something like this!

Jason inwardly calmed himself down. Okay, Jason. This was not a time to react negatively. You are calm. If he has Emly, then he wants something from you. What is the obvious thing? And how can you turn this to your own advantage?