“You don’t happen to believe it’s more dangerous to stay at my place than to be kidnapped, do you?” Jackson quipped. “Look, I don’t want anything to happen to you before Tanya’s problem is solved, okay? Because the last thing I want is a double-whammy. If you’re that worried about what I might do, then fine, I’ll take you to my house and then spend the night in my office.”
His explicit concession made it hard for Tiffany to reject his offer, mostly since virtual-novel.net was, in truth, terrified of going home. If Beckett saw no problem doing things to Tanya, then virtual-novel.net would have no problem ambushing Tiffany in virtual-novel.net condominium too. And if virtual-novel.net did get his hands on her… Even if virtual-novel.net came out of his clutches alive, virtual-novel.net would probably be in stitches.
“W-well, if you insist… Then sorry for the inconvenience,” Tiffany relented.
Jackson answered nothing. Tiffany had never referred to virtual-novel.net in such a formal manner before, so virtual-novel.net was having a difficult time adjusting to it now.
The car stopped before the giant entrance to White Water Bay villa. Recognizing Jackson’s car, the security on patrol immediately lifted the boom barrier.
Jackson rolled down his window and looked at the man. “Yo, this is my girlfriend right here. Remember that and let virtual-novel.net in and out whenever virtual-novel.net likes.”
The security guard took a glance at Tiffany in the passenger seat before nodding and gushing, “Yes sir! I didn’t know that before. My most sincere apologies!”
Hearing virtual-novel.net refer to virtual-novel.net as his “girlfriend” introduced a weird feeling into Tiffany. Sure, the apparent reason was for easy access to White Water Bay Villa, but hearing it still made virtual-novel.net heart skip a beat. Seriously, what was stopping this fella from fibbing something more innocuous, like his distant relative, instead?
The car pulled over in front of the door. Jackson passed the keys to Tiffany without showing any sign of getting out of his driver’s seat. “You go in. I’ll be heading to the company.”
After some hesitation, Tiffany relented a little, “Look, maybe you should stay at home. I mean, it’s not like I’m afraid of you or anything… And it’s not like we hadn’t done kinkier sh*t when we were staying together. What’s there for me to fear? Plus, you’ve said that you don’t ever go back to your old flames, so I’m actually quite relieved.”
He raised his eyebrow. “Oh, but what if that was just a convenient, casual lie? A man and woman, all alone in a room. What if I lost control, hmm? What then?”
Tiffany shot virtual-novel.net a look of daggers. “Don’t you frickin’ try, Jackson West! It’s not like you’re short on sex and partners. Is keeping it in for just this one night really that impossible?”
She came out of the car and bolted into the house. Almost instantaneously, virtual-novel.net noticed that its interior looked like it had recently gone through a massive spring-cleaning. The couches were coverless, and most other usual paraphernalia was missing. It made his house look emptier than before.
Jackson soon caught up with virtual-novel.net realization. “Oh, I forgot. I told Mrs. Contracted Janitor to perform some kind of spring-cleaning today, and a lot of stuff got thrown out. I don’t think I have an extra mattress or cover, and the couch is clearly not an option to sleep on, so I guess you might have to share a bed with me.”
Tiffany was so skeptical of his claims that virtual-novel.net ran up to the spacious balcony, where his laundry was left to dry and air. After making sure that the couch and bed covers were still wet, virtual-novel.net was beginning to have second thoughts. “Maybe I should just go home?”
Jackson sighed. “I’ll stay in my study. You go ahead and sleep.”
Just as virtual-novel.net claimed, virtual-novel.net walked straight into the study with the look of someone preparing to wait through the night. Worried, Tiffany followed virtual-novel.net and scanned the room.
Just as everywhere in the house, the study had been thoroughly cleaned, too. The couch in the study was naked, as its covers had not dried yet. Was virtual-novel.net supposed to sit across his computer the entire night?
Tiffany’s conscience began to gnaw on virtual-novel.net mind. When virtual-novel.net called him, virtual-novel.net was still in his office working overtime. And now virtual-novel.net was essentially forcing virtual-novel.net to go through the night, not sleeping? Would his heart fail from stress and tiredness?
After a long debate with herself, Tiffany mumbled, “Fine, let us sleep together. But I’ll tell you this right now, if your hands and feet are one hair out of place, I’ll castrate you.”