The Master Programmer-Chapter 101: A Dangerous Game 2

Although that situation was not as serious as the one Thomas expected, he seemed to perk up at that moment. Well, it made sense. He had kicked Jason out with some shady plan and then got humiliated by him out there. The resentment he had in his heart was real.

Thomas froze, his face contorting with rage. "What?!!" he barked. Without waiting for an explanation, he stormed past them, heading straight for Emily’s door.

The three looked at each other in interest. Jason was in for something. But knowing Jason, he was probably going to handle this like a pro as well.

Inside Emily’s room, the sound of heavy footsteps approaching the door made both Jason and Emily freeze. There was a loud bang as Thomas pounded on the door. "Emily! Open this door right now!" he shouted.

Inside the room, Jason was half naked with his shirt pulled off, and he had the woman on top of him, grinding on his cock that was still hidden by his pants. She had been in the process of admiring his body and taking it all in, but she was interrupted. She was just about to tell the person to go away when she realised that it was her father who had interrupted her.

Jason’s eyes narrowed as he held Emily in his arms… So they were here. Great.

This was the perfect scenario for Emily to break her father’s heart in front of an audience. As long as she did that, Jason would make progress in his missions, and he would have liberated her even more from her controlling father.

Emily’s eyes widened in panic. She looked at Jason, who remained remarkably calm. "What do we do?" she whispered in a panic.

Jason stood, adjusting his shirt on top of his natural body as if nothing were amiss, even while he had no pants on. "We handle it," he said simply, his confidence unshakable.

Emily hesitated but again, his confidence was contagious to her. She nodded, moving toward the door. She opened it just enough to see her father’s furious face. Damn it! It was not a dream. It was her father!

"What’s going on in there?" Thomas demanded, trying to push the door open further, but Emily held her ground. And Jason helped her do it too, keeping the door partially closed and showing one of his eyes from behind Emily, staring the man down with a mocking glance.

"Dad," she said, her voice steady despite her trembling hands. "I invited him. Jason’s my… my man." Jason heard those words and smirked. He didn’t know when they agreed on something like that, but it seemed it was true.

Thomas’s jaw dropped, his face turning an alarming shade of red. "Your man? Are you out of your mind? This… this scumbag is manipulating you! He’s nothing, Emily! You deserve so much better than a scumbag that works at some convenience store! He… he even has a sugar mommy! You saw her before, right?!"

Wow. He was trying to get in her pants last time, now she’s his sugar mommy?

Emily’s resolve hardened. "Dad! Jason isn’t a scumbag. He’s the director of a million-dollar company. And I’m not a little girl anymore, Dad. I can make my own decisions." She said this as she was shivering, but feeling Jason’s presence behind her gave her strength. And that strength allowed her to put her words together.

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Meanwhile, Jason looked at this man. A narcissistic father like that… What an idiot. People had needs too. If you allow them to be authentic around you, they will always love to be in your presence. This guy didn’t understand something so simple, ruling his daughter’s life and crushing her personality. Well, now he was going to understand.

Thomas looked past her, his eyes landing on Jason’s, who stood right behind her, watching the exchange with a faint smirk.

"Get out," Thomas growled. "Get out of my building, now!"

Emily replied again, "Dad! Stop!" But before she could continue, Jason held her, smiling with reassurance, and allowing her tense shoulders to finally relax.

Jason stepped forward, his movements deliberate. "Mr. Grayson," he said, his tone measured and calm. "I understand your concerns. But Emily invited me here. She’s not a child, and she’s more than capable of making her own choices. If you love her and care for her, you would understand."

Jason said this calmly and innocently, but he was slinging major accusations at this man, making it seem like he was treating Emily like a child. And that was exactly the thing she hated. She was already short, and her demeanour was shy. She hated being called a child the most.

Thomas pointed a trembling finger at him. "You stay away from my daughter, or so help me—"

Jason held up a hand, cutting him off. "With all due respect, sir, I care about Emily. And I’m not going anywhere." His voice carried an edge of finality, a subtle technique to assert dominance while maintaining a calm demeanour.

Emily stepped in front of Jason again, not willing to see him standing there alone, her own courage bolstered by his presence. "Dad, stop trying to control my life," she said firmly. "I’m not a child or a puppet. And if you can’t accept that, then maybe you should leave!"

Thomas stared at her, his face a mixture of hurt and anger. And then staring at the man who stood behind her, seeing how Jason was looking at him with a face that showed a look of disgust and apathy, he felt something crack within him.

His little girl had been stolen by this bastard!

This Bastard!!!!

"Jason, I will never let you off! You will never hear the end of this. I will make you pay!!" Finally, he turned and stormed off.

Jason stood there for a long time, holding Emily as he sensed her get weak. She had done well. Really well. But it seemed it was not enough. That bastard Thomas still thought he had hope. Maybe he should do a bit more.

Luckily, Thomas was in the apartment below this one… Maybe Jason should give him a show.

As the sound of his footsteps faded, Jason carried Emily to the bed and after placing her there, she collapsed onto it, and when Jason sat next to her, she buried her face in her hands. Jason pulled her into his arms.

"It’s okay," he murmured, stroking her hair. "You were amazing. Very strong. Very powerful. I’ve never seen that version of you. I would love to see more of it."

Emily looked up at him, tears glistening in her eyes. "I just… I didn’t want to hurt him. But I can’t let him control me anymore. I want to live my life."

Jason kissed her forehead. "You did what you should have. I will forever appreciate you for it, Emily. Thank you for trusting me. Thank you for trusting yourself and your capacity to be authentic like this."

After hearing those words, Emily gazed at Jason and then raised her arms, "Can you hold me?" Seeing her with her arms raised like some child he felt like laughing. She was way too spoiled. It was way too funny. But he was going to spoil her this time. Might as well start now.

"Anytime, you need me," Jason said, picking her up and then letting her wrap her legs around him again, not even sobbing anymore but kissing him passionately.

As expected. When you reward independent thinking, they will do it even more. In so doing, they will reaffirm the need for it because it will feel good to be authentic, to be real.

Jason carried Emily back to her bed, where they continued making up, with Emily once again taking off his shirt, this time with even more confidence than before, and Jason was also helping her take off her clothes.

Emily continued kissing Jason until she finally stopped and got up, exposing herself to him. That petite body, and the pure white skin, that beautiful long black hair that ran down her body, and the flush on her cheek. She looked glorious even while in her underwear.

Jason could even see a wet spot there, staring back at him in a way that made his mouth water. She got off him and then took his pants off, exposing his underwear and the bulge within them and she stared at the bulge for a long time, some fear and anticipation in her eyes.

Jason chuckled, bringing her out of her daze as she sat back in his lap, this time looking away from him. She leaned back into him, taking off his underwear and exposing his already hard cock, holding it in her hands, her breath raggedy and hard.

"Woah… Are you sure you’re okay with this?" Jason said, whispering into her ear as he licked her lobe. She looked back at him with a smirk, her eyes hiding a rebellious smirk as she began stroking the cock, slowly in her hands, even rubbing it against her wet spot.

"It’s fine… I want this… You want it too right?" she said with an innocent look that would have made any heart melt. It was at that moment that Jason understood. So this was who she really had become now. Now that she had glimpses of one bit of independence, she might never be the same ever again.

Now she was channelling all of her rebellious spirit, a rebellious spirit that she always had inside her. Since she was doing this much, Jason would not let her down.

He pulled her back towards him, making her laugh as he slid his hands down towards her lacy panties. "Okay… let’s play."