The Secret Baby

Episode 5

Jack's POV

Jack leaned back in the luxurious leather seat of the car, his smug grin betraying his self-satisfaction. The museum tour had been an easy way to kill time before his much-anticipated night out with Michael. But his mind was still consumed with the image of the owner.

Michael's voice broke his trance. "You seemed pretty interested in the museum, Jack. Was it the art or the owner that caught your eye?"

Jack laughed, "Both, I guess. The art was impressive, but Mrs. Claire's snobbish attitude was quite the turn-on."

Michael raised an eyebrow. "Interesting choice. What about the girl you were checking out earlier?"

Jack's grin faded. "I don't know, man. There's something about her that seems familiar, but I can't put my finger on it."

Michael's smirk grew wider. "Could she be a long-lost love child, Jack?"

Jack's expression soured. "Ha ha, very funny. Let's not talk about my personal life, okay?"

Michael leaned in, the smell of his cologne making Jack's nose twitch. "Oh come on, don't be so uptight. You know I'm just messing with you. But seriously, who is she?"

Jack scoffed. "I have no idea, and honestly, I don't care. I have bigger things to worry about."

Michael's eyes narrowed. "Bigger than a potential love child?"

Jack's tone grew sharp. "Yes, Michael, bigger. I have a lot on my plate right now, okay?"

Michael's face softened. "Hey man, I didn't mean to push your buttons. Whatever it is, we'll get through it together. But for now, let's focus on having a good time tonight."

Jack nodded, grateful for his friend's support. But as the car pulled away, his mind kept returning to the mysterious woman. Who was she, and why did she seem so familiar? He couldn't shake the feeling that something important was just out of reach. But he pushed the thought aside, determined to enjoy the night ahead, even if he was a little cocky and arrogant about it.

Two hours later, the car pulled up to the club. Jack stepped out, feeling confident and cocky. He had a reputation as a notorious playboy, and he loved the attention it brought him. As he walked into the club, he couldn't help but think about his past encounters with French women. They were always drawn to his charm and charisma, but there was one that stood out to him.

Flashback to a few months ago.

Jack and a young woman were dancing intimately in the club. The music was loud, and the lights were dim. Jack couldn't take his eyes off her. She was stunning, and he felt drawn to her. He pulled her close and kissed her passionately. But as the night progressed, Jack realized he had met his match. This woman was different from the others. She was fiery and independent, and she challenged him in ways he had never experienced before. They spent the night together, but in the morning, she was gone.

Back to the present.

As Jack walked into the club, he still couldn't shake the memory of her. He ordered a drink and scanned the room for his next conquest. He spotted a pretty lady sitting alone at the bar and made his move. He sauntered over to her and introduced himself.

"Hey, I'm Jack. Can I buy you a drink?" he asked with a smirk.

The woman giggled and said, "Sure, why not?"

As they talked, Jack couldn't help but notice how beautiful she was. Her curves were intoxicating, and he felt himself getting aroused. He leaned in and whispered something in her ear, and she blushed.

"What's your name?" he asked, leaning in even closer.

"Angela," she replied, fluttering her eyelashes at him.

Jack laughed to himself. He knew he had her wrapped around his finger.

"So, Angela, what brings you to the club tonight?" he asked, running his hand up her thigh.

"I just want to let loose and have some fun," she replied, biting her lip.

Jack's cocky smile widened. "Well, I'm your man then."

Before he knew it, they were grinding on the dance floor, and Jack was lost in the moment. He felt powerful, and he loved the attention he was getting from the gorgeous woman in his arms.

As the night wore on, Jack knew he had to seal the deal. He leaned in and kissed her hard, feeling her tongue against his. It was a wild kiss, and Jack felt like he was on top of the world. He knew he had her right where he wanted her.

But as the night came to an end, Jack knew this was just another conquest. He had no intention of seeing her again. Jack left the club with Angela and Michael, feeling invigorated and confident. He and Angela headed back to his place, ready for a night of lust. Jack's playboy ways were in full swing, and he couldn't wait to see where the night would take him

Jack lounged on the couch, sipping his coffee and basking in the memory of his wild night. Angela sauntered into the room, looking like she wanted another taste of him. But Jack was never one for repeats, especially not with someone like her.

As she leaned in for a kiss, Jack pushed her away. "What do you think you're doing?" he asked, his tone laced with arrogance.

"I want you," Angela said, her voice dripping with desire.

Jack scoffed. "Of course, you do. But that's all you'll ever get from me, sweetheart. I'm not looking for anything serious."

Angela's face twisted with anger. "You're such a heartless prick, Jack. Don't you have any feelings?"

Jack just laughed. "Oh, I have plenty of feelings. Just not for the women I sleep with."

Angela glared at him. "You're a despicable human being."

Jack leaned back on the couch, relishing in her fury. "Call me whatever you want, Angela. But the truth is, you're just another notch on my bedpost."

Angela stormed out of the room, and Jack couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. He knew he was an arrogant playboy, but he loved every minute of it. No one could resist his charms, and he was sure that Jessica would come crawling back to him soon enough. But until then, he was content to bask in the glory of being the ultimate heartbreaker.

Jack parked his white Lamborghini in front of the sleek and modern Siam Construction building. He strutted into the elevator, his expensive cologne lingering in the air. The elevator doors opened to the top floor, where his father's office was located. But before he could say a word, his father's angry expression caught his attention.

"What's the matter, Dad? Did you forget to take your vitamins this morning?" Jack scoffed, his eyes darting around the room.

"Where the hell were you last night, Jack? You missed an important meeting with the investors!" Justin Siam, Jack's father, barked at him.

"I had other things to take care of, old man. You know how I roll," Jack replied with a cocky smirk, leaning back in his chair.

"You're damn right I know how you roll, Jack. You're an entitled brat who thinks he can get away with anything!" Justin's voice was full of frustration.

Jack's smirk turned into a scowl. He was sick of his father treating him like a child. "Listen, Dad, I don't need a lecture. I'll make it up to you, alright?"

"You better, Jack. You're on thin ice," Justin warned.

As Jack walked out of the office, he felt a burning anger deep within him. He was tired of living under his father's shadow, tired of being told what to do. He wanted to break free and live life on his terms. He took out his phone and dialed a number.

"Hey, Man. Cancel your plans tonight. You're with me," he said with a smirk.

"But I have a work function," the voice on the other end protested.

"Cancel it. You're with me now," Jack commanded, his voice dripping with arrogance.

As he hung up the phone, he couldn't help but revel in his own power. He was Jack Siam, and he did what he wanted. No one could tell him otherwise.

Jack and Michael were at the bar, and Jack was already on his third drink. He was in a great mood, feeling like he was on top of the world. Michael was telling him about his latest date, but Jack wasn't really listening. He was too busy looking around the bar, scanning for his next conquest.

"Jack, are you even listening to me?" Michael asked, irritated.

Jack turned to him, a cocky grin on his face. "Sorry man, I got distracted by all the beautiful women in here."

Michael shook his head. "You're unbelievable, Jack. You never take anything seriously."

Jack just shrugged. "Life's too short to be serious all the time. Besides, I'm young, single, and rich. Why not enjoy it?"

Michael sighed, knowing it was pointless to argue with Jack.

As they continued to talk, two women walked up to them. Michael introduced them to Jack, and he immediately turned on the charm. He flirted with them, making them laugh and blush. But when Michael excused himself to use the restroom, things took a turn.

"So, are you gonna take us both home tonight?" one of the women asked, a suggestive smile on her face.

Jack's grin widened. "Why not? I can handle two women at once."

The other woman rolled her eyes. "Typical playboy. You think you can have anyone you want."

Jack's cockiness turned to anger. "Excuse me? I don't have to put up with this. I can get any woman I want, and you're no exception."

The women just laughed and walked away, leaving Jack seething with anger. But even as he stewed, a small part of him couldn't help but admire their confidence.

Jack swaggered into his multi-billionaire estate with Michael, still basking in the afterglow of their recent conquests. But their revelry was short-lived as they spotted Jack's younger sister, Jacquin, sitting on the couch. There had always been a fierce rivalry between them, both vying for their father's approval and the chance to take over Siam Construction.

"What are you doing here, Jacquin?" Jack sneered, his arrogance on full display.

"I live here, Jack. Unlike you, I take our responsibilities seriously," Jacquin shot back.

Jack scoffed. "Responsibilities? You mean being a boring workaholic who has no life?"

"At least I'm not a reckless playboy who's only good for a one-night stand," Jacquin retorted.

Jack's face turned red with anger. "You think you're better than me, huh? You may have a fancy degree and work experience, but you'll never have my charm or charisma."

Jacquin rolled her eyes. "Those things won't make you a good CEO, Jack. You need to start taking things seriously."

"You don't know anything about running a company," Jack snapped. "I'm the one who's going to take over, not you."

"I hope for the company's sake you grow up before that day comes," Jacquin replied icily.

The tension in the room was palpable as they glared at each other. Finally, Jack snarled, "You're just jealous because I can have any woman I want, and you're stuck with work as your only companion."

Jacquin's eyes flashed with anger. "You're disgusting, Jack. I hope one day you'll realize how shallow and empty your life is."

As Jack stormed out of the room, his mind was filled with fury. How dare Jacquin criticize him like that? He was the one who would lead the company to even greater heights, not her. He reached for a bottle of expensive whiskey and poured himself a generous glass, downing it in one gulp. The taste burned his throat, but he didn't care. All he wanted was to forget about his sister's words and the world outside.

Jack sat there in his luxurious living room, continue drowning his sorrows in a bottle of expensive whiskey. His mind was consumed with thoughts of how he could finally prove to his father he was the rightful heir to the Siam Construction empire. Jack's cockiness and arrogance made him believe he was the only one fit to lead the company, not his sister.

"Jacquin is always trying to one-up me," Jack spat out bitterly.

Micheal tried to reason with him, "Maybe you should try talking to your father and showing him your worth."

Jack scoffed. "He doesn't see what I bring to the table. He's too busy trying to mold her into the perfect successor."

Micheal tried to talk some sense into him again, "But Jack, you can't keep drinking and sulking around. You need to show him you're capable of running the company."

Jack waved him off, taking another swig from his glass. "I don't need anyone to tell me what to do. I'll show them who's really in charge."

Micheal shook his head in disapproval, knowing that Jack's excessive drinking and competitive attitude would only lead to trouble. As he left, Jack continued to drink and plot his revenge against his sister, fueled by his arrogance and determination to prove everyone wrong.