Jackson sent the video to his phone. “Would you like to go home or are you staying here?” he asked, gazing at her and feeling rather pleased.
She jumped, “Of course, I’m going home!” What a joke! Wouldn’t her recording have been a waste then? Wasn’t it all for the sake of escaping from his evil grasp? Previously, when they slept together, he didn’t touch her because it was all an act. Now, she had become his real girlfriend. She refused to believe that he’d be able to control himself!
Jackson didn’t insist either, “Alright, I’ll send you back home then. By the way, Mark and I will be going back to the capital tomorrow. I’ll come and see you once I have the time. Should you… ever dare play another trick on me, I’ll send this video to Arianne and your friends in that little shop of yours, and have them reason things out for me.”
Tiffany gritted her teeth and internally hurled curses at his ancestors. She had just walked out of the room when they ran into Mark, who had come to see Jackson… They were probably staying in the same hotel. Tiffany hid her face from view and ran away very quickly. Jackson, however, smiled cheekily, “Mark, I’ll see you when I get back!”
Mark watched as the pair entered the elevator, one after another. The corners of his lips tilted into a knowing smile. Then, something seemed to hit him, and his smile immediately faded. His gaze grew cold and distant.
Once they had arrived at the ground floor of Tiffany’s condominium, Jackson shamelessly demanded a kiss, “No goodbye kiss? I’m leaving tomorrow… You won’t be seeing me for a good while.”
Tiffany shivered, “We’ve only just made it official twenty minutes ago, right? What’s with all of this heavy affection and clinginess?”
Her reaction annoyed him. He quickly pecked her on the lips, “Fine. Go upstairs. I’ll watch you leave.”
Tiffany suddenly stopped just before she walked into the elevator. She quickly turned around, ran back to him, and gave him a big, big hug, “I’ll take some time out to spend time with you the next time you come here.”
Jackson stroked her head and naturally straightened out her scarf for her, “Sure. Go on.”
Tiffany’s footsteps felt very light; she was practically walking on air back home. The rhythm felt like a winter day’s love song, disturbing Arianne from her sleep. “Are you experiencing an arousal?” she asked, blurrily.
Tiffany giggled as she buried herself under the covers and hugged Arianne, “I’m dating!”
Tiffany’s ice cold body shocked Arianne out of her sleepiness, “What are you playing at? With who? Jackson?”
Tiffany nodded shyly, “He forced me into it…”
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