Fiance For Hire - Mark Tuan vs. Jackson

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"Where are you taking me?" Su is trying to free her wrist from Jackson's grip as he pulls her towards his car. He has texted her earlier, telling her to meet him at Marj's cafe. Su, thinking it was another 'Fiance Job' as she calls it now, went there on time. She expected Sam to be there since his message sounded urgent. But, instead, a grinning Jackson greets her. 

"Shopping," he says, opening the door and letting her in.

"Again? For what?" Last time they went shopping he bought her many clothes and she only used one. "I don't need them, Jackson. I still have unused ones in the house."

"Just follow me, ok? And stop complaining." He revs off to the street and to the nearest mall. 

"What's with these bikinis?" She shoves a pair back to Jackson, feeling her cheeks redden just picturing herself in them. 

Instead of putting them back on the rack, he hands it to the saleslady who has been following them for an hour now. 

Jackson is already fantasizing on the image of Su in those sexy outfits. He chuckles to himself. 

"What are you looking at?" Su snaps, rolling her eyes as they exit the mall with Jackson carrying half a dozen shopping bags. 

He smirks, "nothing." He puts the bags at the backseat before getting in the car himself. "You're so gonna love it there." He can't wait to take this girl to one of his favorite places. 

"What? There? There where?" She faces him, her lips tight and eyebrows knitted, "Jackson. Answer me. Where are you taking me?" She's getting more and more nervous as he sees the evil grin on Jackson's face. 

"It's a surprise," he says, adding an evil laugh to his grin. 

Su is still puzzled when Jackson stops the car in an airport and he pulls her towards a private jet after taking the bags from the backseat. 

"What the..." Her eyes get bigger as realization strikes her, "No..No, no no no no.... You are not taking me in there," she says, trembling finger pointing at the plane. "Jackson," she tries to pull her hand away but Jackson just keeps on dragging her near the stairs going up the scary aircraft. "Please...don't tell me we're gonna fly with that...please..." she's almost in tears now. 

You see, one of Su's many fears is getting on a plane and being up high from the ground. "It'll be fun," Jackson urges, now gripping her waist tight and pushing her up the steps. 

Su takes a step back, but that doesn't seem to help because Jackson is behind her, blocking her only way of escape. A tear runs down her cheek and she quickly wipes it off. 

"Who's the...?" A deep familiar voice from the top of the stairs stops suddenly when he sees the two coming up. 

"Mark?" Su, forgetting her fear of heights, runs to her only chance of comfort and wraps her arms around his waist, making the boy gasp in surprise. Her tears escape her eyes once again as she presses her face on the boy's chest, wetting his shirt a bit. "Help me!" She sobs. 

"Uhm....Su?" Mark's cheeks are starting to turn red, but he quickly hides it from Jackson who was eyeing them - clearly puzzled. He looks down at the girl and gently pries her hands from his waist. "Just, don't look down," he whispers, knowing from one of her stories that she is afraid of being so high up. "Come on." He leads her inside and lets her seat on the long cushion at the side where the others are already gathered. 

"Ahem," the clearing of JB's throat makes Su quickly wipe the tears with the back of her hand and shyly looks up at the people who are staring at her. Her pink cheeks get darker and she bends down to look at her shoes. She doesn't fail to notice how luxurious the inside of the plane is. How rich are these rich kids anyway?