Fiance For Hire - Mark Tuan vs. Jackson

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"Should I text him?" Su can't stop thinking about Mark. She's debating whether to send him a message. "What would I say? Sorry? But what for? It's not like I lied to him or something. We're not even going out." Still the guilt she's feeling is eating up her insides. She sits up from the bed and feels a splitting headache. 

She's never had this kind of feeling before because she's never drank that much. She remembers what happened last night and curses Jackson.

"Where is he anyway?" She manages to stand on her feet. She opens an adjoining door she's guessing is the bathroom - it is. 

She finds fresh brush and towels. After freshening up, she takes the clothes out from her bag and puts them on. 

As soon as she steps out of the room, she hears the doorbell ring. She freezes at the top of the steps and waits for the maid to open the door. Her heart beats faster, nervous not knowing who's coming in the door. His parents? What would I say? 

But, a familiar shriek tells her it's Sam. 

Shit! Where's Jackson? 

She looks at another maid coming out from another room, "Where's he?" she whispers. The maid points at the door just beside the room she slept in. Su creeps towards the bedroom, hoping Sam didn't see her, and opens the door. Fortunately, he doesn't lock it. 

"Jackson!" She whispers and shakes him, trying to wake him up. He just groans and turns. She hears footsteps coming up. 

"Baby? Are you awake?" Sam's voice is coming closer and closer. 

Su doesn't know what to do as panic strikes her. Shit!

She shakes him harder. This time, he opens his eyes and is surprised to see the girl standing beside his bed. "What...?" Then he hears Sam's voice just outside his door. His eyes widen. Adrenaline makes him pull Su down on the bed and cover her with the blanket, putting his hand under her head. "Pretend you're asleep," he whispers. 

"Ja..." Su is about to complain, but Sam barges in the room. 

"Jackson," her singsong voice suddenly halts as so her steps when she sees the two on the bed. Jackson's hand is on Su's waist, she facing him and her face is buried on his chest while his head is leaning on hers. A tear escapes her eyes. "Jackson," her voice is softer. She slowly makes her way to the bed, standing on the side where the girl is. 

Jackson opens one eye slowly, pretending to just have woken up. "Sam? What are you doing here?" He whispers, showing that he doesn't want to disturb the girl sleeping on his arms. 

"I just wanted to talk, Jackson. But, I see you're busy. I'll wait for you downstairs." She sobs and immediately leaves the room. 

That's the only time Su starts to breathe. She opens her eyes and looks up at Jackson, who's face is just inches away and eyes looking down at her. This close, she notices how good looking he is. She just didn't see it before because his cockiness was overflowing. 

"You feeling better?" The boy asks, his lips turning up to a smile. She realizes they're too close for comfort. 

She immediately pulls back and stands up. "I need to get going, Jackson." 

"What? Wait. She's still here, you can't leave yet." He pulls the blanket to his side, revealing his well-toned torso. 

Su feels her cheeks burn when she sees it and quickly turns her back. "Uhm...fine." She says, slowly walking towards the door, avoiding to look at Jackson who is now smirking, noticing how shy the girl became. 

"Wait for me downstairs," he says, standing up from the bed. 

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Su finger combs her hair before entering the living room where Sam is. She's on one of the chairs, holding a magazine on one hand with her legs crossed, showing her long and flawless legs. Su can't help but envy the girl. How can Jackson not want this girl? She's perfect.