My Possessive Billionaire

Chapter 5: How Long?

It was already well into the evening when Ian arrived back at headquarters.

The figure that stood at the window, his face hidden in moonlight shadow, remaining silent for a long time.

Ian had just decided against asking the question, and was about to turn and leave. "How is she?"

"Jackson took her away."

He wondered if he was bringing her here.

And is so, would he dare see her?

Charles' eyes flickered a little as he reached for the phone in his pocket.

Ian looked at him and gave an inward sigh¬—that old phone wasn't the one he normally used, but it never left his side. Ian guessed that it probably only had one phone number stored in it.

At a meeting several hours earlier, Charles had been sitting next to Ian. Hearing the phone's distinctive ring tone, he knocked over a cup and dashed out to answer it. This man, whom his superiors believed would form the backbone of the city's future police force, was, in that moment, no longer his calm, measured self.

He mused about the terrifying hold that Ann had over him.

At that moment the phone in Charles' hand rang a second time.

Ian hesitated for a moment before hurriedly stepping out.

It was the deep voice of a man, however.

"Thanks."

"Sure."

It was a short conversation between two angry men.

Jackson gently put the mobile phone back where he had found it, while Ann slept on, oblivious, her white exposed arms lightly bruised.

He touched her gently. Her skin seemed to be particularly delicate. She always had bruises for several days after they made love. In the summer, they were difficult to hide, and so she would get angry and give him the cold shoulder for days at a time. He would cajole her with promises and guarantees, but he had never managed to control himself.

The year he met Ann, he knew that he would no longer be in control of his own life.

She had been a raven-haired 17-year-old wearing a white dress.

She had bumped into him on the second floor as she was rushing upstairs

Jackson would never forget that sunny afternoon in early summer. The girl had walked several steps behind him because of his long stride. Stopping, she leaned against a wall, tilting her head to the side to look at him.

There she stood, her red lips, which he longed to bite, slightly open in surprise.

But back then Charles was around.

Jackson was a proud man and he had ignored the emotion that had stirred within him.

Later, on a rainy night, he had picked her up after she had fainted outside the door to her father's house. Never in his life, had he felt so happy as he walked with her in his arms through the rain for more than an hour. If it hadn't been for Ryan cautioning him about her health, he would have walked until dawn.

Jackson sat, lost in the memory, as the day slowly dawned.

He felt Ann's hand move as she awoke to see his bright eyes staring at her. Squinting at him, she asked him, lazily, "What are you thinking about?"

Jackson stared at her for a long time. "Ann, we need to talk."

There hadn't been a day in the last seven years that he hadn't wanted to be frank with her. But the thought of hurting her had always made him hesitant.