My Possessive Billionaire

Chapter 6: Not Her

Jackson drove all the way to Bass Tower.

It was very early, and the supervisor, his hair still disheveled, had hurried over in a panic. His boss, even during normal social occasions refused to have anything to do with escorts. He wondered how on earth he was going to find someone suitable at such short notice.

What did he prefer?

Someone that looked like her?

So the girl waiting for Jackson in the penthouse looked very much like the woman he had wanted to throttle a moment ago.

She even had the same name—Anne.

Jackson gripped the armrest of the chair tightly and pursed his lips.

He stared at the fragile-looking girl with greedy eyes.

She trembled a little—this was not the first time she had seen him. He had always been tall and handsome, as well as a little distant, but she had never seen that murderous look in his eyes before.

The girl was young and unable to bear the look he gave her for very long. She started to cry.

Her whimpering broke the silence and Jackson's resentment faded. What was he doing? This wasn't his Ann.

"Shut up,"

Jackson said coldly, massaging his temples wearily and walking over to the window.

Anne was from the seventeenth floor and still a virgin—she was for important clients. And she had been well taught.

Trying her best to stem the tears, she moved closer to massage his head.

Jackson frowned and waved her away.

Surprised, the girl backed away, and the room became silent once more.

Jackson had had a restless night and was about to doze off when he felt the soft warm body of the girl behind him. He didn't know when, but Anne had already taken off her clothes.

Her shaking hand managed to accurately grasp Jackson and she started to rub up and down as she had been taught.

Slowly, she slid down him, her hands never stopping, before sliding back up his legs like some kind of snake, her hands deftly relieving him of his underwear.

The feeling of being exposed to the air only increased his desire. She began to tease him with her tongue, before taking half of his length into her mouth.

Jackson breathed in deeply¬—the feeling of the girl's sweet tongue and her warm mouth had brought him close to release.

Looking down, he saw this pretty and sexy girl, her head between his legs, her white exposed buttocks sticking up. With tears in her eyes, her long black hair swayed back and forth, making him want to grab it and push himself even deeper into her.

"Stop."

It was a calm man's voice.

Anne was taken aback¬—he felt as hard as iron in her mouth, she could even feel his pulse.

What now?

She was a virgin after all. She couldn't help but blush. But she had been trained and knew want she had to do.

She pulled his coarse hands onto her breasts and began to moan.

Her jaw was aching because of the size of him. And as he pushed deeper, her mouth opened wider, before he finally pulled away.

Jackson took some tissues from the table and wiped her saliva from him.

He thought to himself how he must commend those up on the seventeenth floor that taught her. He had seen his fair share of escorts, but he had to admit that this girl was gifted.

It's just that—it wasn't her.

After Ann, he thought for a long time that he wouldn't want any other woman again.

If he couldn't have her, he didn't want anyone.

The girl quietly trembled as Jackson dressed. "Mr. Jackson..."

"It's not your fault.

Don't worry."

He said calmly.

Still feeling downcast, she began to sob.

In a rage, Mike opened the door to the see the naked girl crying, and Jackson with a frown on his face.

"What's going on?"

Mike narrowed his eyes and looked at the girl. He was glad that she hadn't been touched.

His tone lightened. "A car has been sent to pick Ann up."

"I know."

"Apparently her father ordered it.

Alison has gone on a business trip..."

"Damn, why didn't you say something earlier?"

Jackson's expression suddenly changed, and regardless of himself, he rushed out.

Mike got a kick and dropped to the floor to rub his leg, only to find himself face-to-face with the naked girl.

"Hey, please don't cry!"

But his words only made her cry all the more.