Jackson smiled as Dolcie's face turned red. "You have too much pressure in normal days," he said, "I just want to give you some stimulation."
Dolcie was speechless. "I don't find it exciting at all."
"Not enough, it seems."
Jackson chuckled, put his foot on the pedal. When he drove out of the tunnel, he began to run on the main road.
Overtaking, moving through, lane changing... all kinds of drag racing techniques were used.
On the main road in the morning rush hour, there was a thrilling car race.
"What the hell! Does he go crazy?"
"The back of the car is on fire. Is he rushing to death?"
The cars nearby slowed down, rolled down their windows, beating their doors and swore.
But they had to admit that Jackson's driving was impressive.
Jackson did not show off. The reason for this was to prevent the sniper from coming again.
He was in the light, while the enemy was in the dark.
Jackson did not know if there were other killers lurking on either side of the street, or even in other vehicles.
Everything was unknown.
That was why he kept changing lanes, trying to keep the enemy out of the way.
At a quarter to eight, Jackson pulled into the underground garage of Dolcy Corporate, then he opened the door and got out.
Dolcie felt dizzy and almost broke down.
"Jackson, you crazy bastard. That's what you did to me on my first day as a driver!"
"Oh..."
Dolcie opened the car door, bent over the back and almost threw up her breakfast.
Was this going to go to work? It was on the way to see the God! If it happened every day, she might be scared to death!
Without a word, Jackson put his hand around Dolcie's slender waist and pulled her out of the car.
"Hey, what are you doing? Let go of me!"
"Jackson, who give you the guts to touch me!?"
Dolcie felt his big hand behind her waist. The warm and strong force made her shudder and constantly twist her hips. All the cells in her body were against him.
"Be good. Don't scream, my dear. Stay here, and I'll take you upstairs."
Jackson's voice rang into her ear, and the thing happened next shocked her.
Jackson held her on his shoulder and headed for the elevator.
Dolcie flushed immediately.
It was so rude and barbaric.
She was wearing a skirt and stockings today. She must have revealed herself! Damn it!
"Jackson, what are you doing? Let go of me."
She had thought Jackson was an honest man. After all, he hadn't done anything out of line for the past three years.
But she did not expect that the misunderstanding of raping Serena had just been cleared up, he was like a different person, and dared to do something to her.
Could it have been that misunderstanding spurred him on, and this guy figured out what he wanted to do?
Dolcie almost cried at the thought of it.
Damn it, she would never give in to Jackson.
In contrast to Dolcie's frantic kicks on Jackson's shoulders, Jackson was expressionless, with the wariness of a wolf in his eyes.
He strode fast to the elevator, and put Dolcie down when they entered the elevator.
"Go straight to the office and don't wander around."
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