The funeral ceremony went long for Jean as this was the last place she wanted to be yet she is here because of being Megan's business partner. She thought Megan was a trustworthy person and yet she backstabbed her by sleeping with Liam. She wanted to go to Liam and hold him back in her arms but the evidence says he is the killer. Liam has a tendency to get angry at very small things but killing is something anyone can't imagine he is capable of. Liam asked her to listen him that night, only if she listened him this wouldn't drag to this extend. Somehow it's all because of her, if she didn't meet Liam, if she didn't say Megan about their relationship, if she didn't go behind her back and sleep with him... She shook her head from all these thoughts and leans more into the couch she is currently sitting on.

"Jean?"

She weakly opens her eyes to the familiar voice. Blue eyes staring at her worriedly.

"You are drained out of energy Jean, how many glasses of wine did you had?"

Drake crouch down to her level when she didn't answer him. He cups her face and looks at her features, all puffed up red due to crying.

"I'm sorry Jean, I never knew what she was up to. I wish I could..."

"Drake, you lost your sister too. Don't be so hard on yourself."

He didn't reply her on that instead he left her.

She sighs and gulps down the remaining wine in the glass in one go.

Just when her eyes feels heavy and ready to shut them; Drake cups her face again.

"Jean, here take this glass of water. Take small sips while I see the guests take their leave." He leaves before giving a small peck on her forehead and leaves again.

Nonchalantly she takes small sips. The water tastes bitter in her mouth or maybe it's just her mood is bitter. Everything seems to be going bad with her. How much she wants everything be back to normal but how can she forget the backstab Megan did? Looking at Liam with the same adoration would be difficult maybe she can't even look at him after the revelation. She can't wipe off the Megan's claim on his body.

Suddenly she flinches from the certain touch came on her face getting her out from the over thinking.

"Shhhh, easy there Jean."

Drake retreats his fingers rubbing the moist between his fingers which was her tears.

"You are punishing yourself for nothing. I know you are upset for what Megan did but please don't let your hatred blind the fact that she is dead."

"I don't hate your sister Drake, I just feel betrayed. I'm just sad that she died before apologizing for the fact that she betrayed her best friend. How can she do that to me Drake? This isn't your sister, your sister loved me like her own twin. What happened to our Megan?"

Drake sits beside her and takes her in his embrace. She rests her head on his chest and takes in his warmth radiating off his body. She felt comfortable here, the silence is giving her peace. The heartbeats of Drake is soothing for her ears.

"Jean?" She looks up at his face upon calling her name and drowns herself at his beautiful features.

Drake couldn't help but smile at her snuggling figure. His eyes falls on her lips which looks quite inviting to him and without thinking much he dips his head and puts his lips on hers. He moves his lips sucking on her plump ones. He froze once he realizes she isn't responding to him and parts away from her immediately but couldn't get far from her as her hold onto him tightens.

"I'm so sorry Jea..." before he could finish his words Jean puts her lips onto him. Without wasting anytime Drake pulls her on to his lap and ravishes her mouth with intense force. Jean feels hard to keep up with Drake's sudden force as she pulls apart to breathe heavily. Drake couldn't wait any longer and attacks her shoulder blades with his expert mouth. He runs his tongue over her soft skin making her gasp out her moan. He spares no time to pull apart her dress which is tucked under her skirt and let her bare skin on display.

No bra, he thought. She wore no bra underneath the dress all this time. This thought alone made him hard and ready to take Jean.

He hold onto her while he stood up from the couch to the dinning room table and with a quick swipe he lets all the crockeries fall down on the floor. He smoothly lays her down on the table bringing her lower bottom at the edge of the table.

"Drake!" She squeals as laying down on the table came to her surprise. Her skin meets the cold table but the body was hot from the temptation. She lets out another moan when his mouth latches on her breasts one fondling with tongue and the other fondling with his hand. He squeezes her breast while he sucks on the other as his lips depends on it. "Drake, please." He smirks seeing how Jean is at his mercy. He pulls his mouth from her breast with a pop to which she meets his eyes, breathing hard she wanted him to stop his teasing assualts but Drake has other plans as he crashes her other breast giving the same treatment. Jean moans frustratingly, it sure gave her pleasure but the ache down her core is much more than the pleasure.

"I need you, please." She couldn't help but blurts out whatever her mind is speaking. Drake didn't mind knowing it rather he is pleased how Jean is withering underneath him.

He quickly pulls up his shirt from his and undoes his belt to pull down his pants. His cock springs out of his pants as soon as he gets rid of it. Grabbing her legs to position himself right in front of her dripping core, he takes a hold of his cock and slowly taking his time pushes himself inside her. Both of them groans in the feel of each other.

Drake slowly starts to move inside and out of her, groaning with each thrusts he could feel the warmth of her warm core. He leans down to her, kissing her lips while she grabs on his hair and moans in pleasure.

"You feel so good, Jean." He murmurs while increasing his speed. The table starts to vibrate at the sudden force he is thrusting into her. Jean moans her lungs out, loving the speed as it is exactly what she needed.

Drake stands straight and took both her legs up on his shoulder interlocking them with his hands and starts to thrust deeper. He could now go more deeper into her and explore.

Jean stretches her hands to hold on to the edge of the table as she starts to thrust back in the same rhythm as his, she could feel her release so close by now.

Drake smiles at how desperate Jean is for her orgasm. "I'm going to show you good time, Jean." He says before thrusting one last time deep into her spilling his seeds into her core which now is dripping with their release.

"We aren't done yet."

Before shecould hardly think on his words, he grabs her by waist and carries her to the upper floor of the house.