Tiffany panicked. It was the kind of panic that could not be concealed with alcohol. She did not think that this would end up implicating her and causing Jackson’s rage, “Don’t be like this… I really wasn’t with anyone…”
Jackson did not respond. Instead, he continued scowling at her. She was anxious to find a way out. Unfortunately, she didn’t have a lot of ideas. In her panic, she pushed him onto the bed, “Just trust me… Just this once… I’m not lying to you…”
He pushed her away, “Get off! I’m tired. I don’t feel like fighting with you anymore.”
She bent down and attacked his lips, purring through her hazy gaze, “I know you’re tired. I’m helping you relax.” Then, she slowly navigated her way down his body, pausing on his abdomen…
How could Jackson possibly be bothered about his anger now? His head was screaming ‘no!’ “What are you doing? I have no interest in bloody sex during menstruation. Go to sleep if you’re drunk. We’ll talk about this in the morning!”
She ignored him. Alcohol is propellent of courage. She gathered her nerves and buried her head down his crotch.
He gasped, reached out, and grabbed the back of her head, “A-are you… always like this when you’re drunk?”
She looked up at him, narrowing her pretty eyes…
By the time Tiffany woke up the next day, it was already noon. Jackson must have left for the office long ago. She impatiently packed up and rushed to the office. Aye, who hadn’t seen her in days, had just gotten back to the office area after lunch. She smiled when she saw her rushing around, “Where have you been? Gone off to enjoy life?”
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