Chapter Twelve

Daphne couldn't believe how well her relationship with John was going. She loved how great he was on a personal level and how amazing he was in bed. The sex Daphne had with him always left her feeling happy and excited. But with every relationship, there were times when there were problems. Daphne was walking through the courtyard to meet John and saw him talking to an older man. He was in his fifties, had grey hair, and was shorter than John. The Man pointed his right index finger at John, and John looked a little scared. Daphne couldn't hear what they were saying, but they were talking heatedly. As Daphne walked closer to them, the Man walked away, and the experience shook John.

"John," Daphne said. "Are you okay?"

John looked at Daphne, and he did his best to compose himself. He forced a smile on his face, which Daphne didn't appreciate.

"Yeah, I'm fine," John said.

Daphne frowned a little.

"John," Daphne said. "Don't lie to me. What's really going on?"

John sighed as he hated that he couldn't lie to her, but he had to think of a lie quickly.

"That was my uncle," John said. "He wanted to borrow money,"

Daphne suspected that was a lie and thought she'd test him.

"How much money?" Daphne asked quickly.

"A lot," John said quickly, catching on to what she was doing as she had done it before.

"How much is a lot?" Daphne asked quickly.

John quickly became frustrated as he wasn't in the mood for Daphne's lie-detector game.

"Jesus, Daphne!" John nearly shouted. "He wanted to borrow money, and I don't want to say how much it was,"

Daphne took a step back as she didn't like being spoken to like that. John knew he had crossed a line and needed to make things right.

"I'm sorry," John said. "I didn't mean to speak to you like that. It's just that my uncle is a bad man, and I don't want you to be involved,"

Daphne was hurt, and John thought he couldn't trust her.

"Why wouldn't you want me to be involved?" she asked. "I have friends that might be able to help you,"

John walked closer to Daphne, and he held her shoulders.

"Honey, I have friends in law enforcement that can help me," he said. "Can we please just let it go?"

Daphne answered his question by leaning forward and kissing him. John kissed her back. While kissing him, she knew she couldn't let John's problem go and would soon get to the bottom of it.

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The Warden had used his vacation time to spy on Daphne but knew he had to return to his prison. He hated being away from the woman he loved but was also grateful that he had people spying on Fred. As the Warden sat behind his desk, he looked forward to the weekly call from his Contact in Los Angeles.

"Hey, Warden," the Contact said. "I've got great news. Fred and Carolyn appear to be in love,"

That's precisely what the Warden wanted and needed to hear, as he didn't want Daphne to be thinking about Fred. Even so, the Warden still had doubts about the situation.

"Are you absolutely sure about that?" the Warden asked.

"Definitely," the Contact replied.

"How can you be so sure?" the Warden asked suspiciously.

The Contact nearly laughed at what he had to say.

"Based on what Carolyn did to Fred under the table on a date recently, there's no doubt that Fred isn't thinking about Daphne," the Contact said. "Didn't you get the photos I sent you?"

"We've been having trouble with the internet here," the Warden explained. "That's why you're talking to me on my landline. But I can't wait to see them,"

"Do you want Daphne to get a hold of them?" the Contact asked.

That was the last question the Warden wanted to hear, and he gripped his phone tightly.

"No!" the Warden said sharply. "I don't want her thinking about Fred! Have you got it?"

The Contact was a little scared by how he was just spoken to.

"Okay, I won't send them to your Chicago contact," the Contact said.

As the Warden and the Contact chatted, he hoped Daphne wouldn't forget about him.

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Daphne and John were in his dorm room that night and were about to have sex, but there was something on her mind. Their separate living arrangements and Daphne wanted them changed immediately. John kissed her neck, and she enjoyed it.

"John," Daphne said breathlessly. "Have you thought about moving off campus with me?"

John stopped kissing her neck immediately.

"What?" he asked surprised.

"Would you like to move into an apartment off campus?" Daphne asked hopefully as she looked at John. "We wouldn't have to worry about roommates barging in or not being able to enter our dorm rooms because our roommates are already inside having sex with other people,"

John could understand the appeal, but he knew that he couldn't. There was one person who would stop him from doing it, and the idea of asking him for help terrified him.

"I would love to, but I can't afford it," he said. "Can't we go back to what we were doing instead?"

Daphne sighed, a little frustrated.

"Are you sure you can't afford it?" she asked hopefully.

"I'm sure," John replied.

Daphne sighed quickly, but then she kissed John again and looked up so he could kiss her neck again. John kissed her neck, reached behind her, and unzipped her dress. It fell on the floor, and then he unclasped her bra, and it fell on the floor. With her breasts exposed, Daphne felt more excited.

"Oh, John!" she whispered.

John stopped kissing her neck, and he smiled. He reached down and pulled down her panties. Daphne kicked off her shoes so. Then John got on his knees and pulled off her stockings. Once John stood up again, Daphne took off his clothes, and John took off her clothes. As he knew her favorite position, John got on the bed first, and Daphne climbed over him.

"I love you," she said.

"I love you, too," John replied.

John penetrated her quickly and began to thrust before Daphne could even think. Daphne matched his thrusts, and John loved how her hair looked when they had sex. The sex was intense and passionate. Once Daphne climaxed, she always said the one thing that was personally embarrassing to her.

"Jeepers!" Daphne shouted.

"God!" John smiled when he climaxed.

Daphne collapsed on top of him, and he kissed her head.

"I can't believe I said 'Jeepers' like that," Daphne said breathlessly.

"I love it when you do that," John replied. "It's adorable,"

Daphne rolled her eyes, annoyed.

"It's not adorable," Daphne said, embarrassed but breathless. "It's embarrassing,"

"It's one of the things I love about you," John replied. "It's not embarrassing,"

Daphne wanted to believe that, but as John loved her for it, she wouldn't complain about it. Fred never complained about it, and as Fred popped into her head, she felt a little guilty, but she didn't tell John.

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In Los Angeles, Fred and Caroline also had a night of passion hours later. They were in Fred's dorm room, and they were slowly undressing each other. Carolyn was grateful that Fred wasn't in a hurry, and how he took his time was sexy to her.

"Oh, Fred!" Carolyn whispered.

Fred had taken off the last of her clothing: her panties. Carolyn's heart was beating so fast as she lay on the bed. Fred put on a condom, and then he climbed on top of her. He penetrated her deeply and began to thrust. Carolyn loved how he felt inside her. Fred was someone that knew what he was doing. As they thrust, they both felt something incredible.

"Oh, Fred!" Carolyn shouted. "Oh, Fred!"

Fred didn't say anything as he thrusted. Then he thrust some more and said the last thing he shouldn't have said.

"Oh, Daphne!" Fred shouted. "Oh, Daphne!"

Carolyn looked at Fred in disbelief. They had shared stories about their exes but that it never interfered with their sex life until now. Fred kept on thrusting until he climaxed. Carolyn climaxed as well, but she wasn't happy about it. Fred pulled himself out of Carolyn, knowing he was in trouble.

"Daphne?" Carolyn asked breathlessly and furiously. "That's what you decided to shout out during sex? Daphne?"

"I didn't mean to," Fred said, embarrassed he was saying it.

Carolyn sat up and covered her chest with the sheet.

"When you were on top of me, was it me you saw, or were you seeing Daphne?" she asked.

"I was seeing you," Fred said.

It was obvious that Fred was lying, and Carolyn wouldn't take it.

"I've always seen you, and I never lied about seeing my ex when we fuck," Carolyn said.

Fred sat up, feeling very confused.

"I don't know why I said her name," Fred said, honestly.

Carolyn didn't believe that for a second, so she got dressed without saying a word. Fred wanted to say something but didn't know what to say. Fred's silence was more than enough for Carolyn.