My Possessive Billionaire

Chapter 8: Jealousy

Ann was quiet during the journey home.

Jackson had realized something. His heart began to fill with joy—it seems she still cared for him after all.

But the moment Ann got home, she started to pack her bags, storming from the entrance hall up to the upstairs bedroom. Jackson stood there holding his arms and smiling. The domestic staff, seeing the strange scene, quickly returned to their rooms.

As she was about to leave, a suitcase in her hand, he moved forward and blocked the door.

"Get out of my way!" She was charming even when she was angry.

"Won't you let me explain?" He gave her a roguish smile, his back against the door, and reached out to her. She pushed him away. "Don't touch me. Just say what you've got to say."

Catching a faint whiff of alcohol on his breath, she turned her head away. Jackson felt a little tipsy, but his mind was clear. Her frown and her look of displeasure were, to his eyes, as sweet as honey. "I didn't lay a finger on her." That image of the young girl's pretty face appeared in her mind again, and the rage inside her heart grew more intense. "You don't need your fingers to get her pregnant! You pig! Get out of my way!"

Pregnant? Jackson squinted. Nathan was so naïve.

"Wouldn't I use my fingers, instead of something else, to avoiding getting someone pregnant. Well?" He lowered his head as he spoke, and sticking out his tongue, he licked her face.

"You're filthy!" He held her, his flirtatious words and warm breath next to her ear making her blush.

Jackson was feeling good and he let her struggle in his arms. "I thought you liked it when I was dirty. I didn't hear you complaining when you were wiggling your little ass in bed, begging for it."

He was being obscene, and Ann's face was now crimson red. He threw her a cheap smile.

"There is no child!" Jackson caught her in his arms and smiled. "How could there be a child?" he said to her in a soft voice. "If anything had happened, do you really think I would let her near you like that? And more importantly..." Jackson stopped smiling and pulled her to him, his expression more serious. "If I were to have children, I would only ever want you as their mother, Ann. Do you understand?" She was confused, her mind at a standstill. He had never mentioned motherhood and children before. It surprised her and made her feel a little embarrassed.

Jackson observed her closely, and seeing her expression change, he knew that she believed him. "This is the first time I've ever seen you jealous." He laughed arrogantly and kissed her on the lips. So she did have this side to her after all. The old saying must be true-—jealousy is in a woman's nature.

Ann felt rattled by his self-satisfied smile. How could she have acted like that? She couldn't believe that that jealous and shrewish woman just now had been her.

Thud...

Ann hurriedly turned around and ran back into the house.

She had just released the suitcase she was holding on to his foot...

Sensing she was not in the mood to listen, Jackson decided not to pursue the matter any further. As long as she was willing to take half a step towards him, he would gladly take the other ninety-nine and a half towards her.

Jackson smiled again. She had been jealous over him.

"Good morning!" Jackson put down his breakfast and greeted Ann¬—she was clearly in a bad mood.

Ann answered with a petulant grunt.

She often had an upset stomach and so Jackson would make her warm porridge every day. He would wait on her hand and foot, no matter how busy he was.

"Too hot?" She frowned and pushed the porridge away. Smiling, he leaned over to blow onto it for her.

Seeing him move toward her chest, Ann said angrily, "Are you really going to try it on with me over the breakfast table?"

Jackson lifted his head and kissed her lips softly. "This porridge is just to take the edge of my hunger...

What I'm really looking forward to is the main course!"

His mischievous hands slid up her skirt. Her skin was soft and she smelled fresh after her morning bath. His hands began to rub harder, his heavy breathing betraying his lust.

She smiled, her face looking beautiful in the morning light, leaving him dizzy with desire. Ann kissed him—a long, deep, passionate kiss, and things began to heat up there on the kitchen table.

He pushed her down on to the carpet and was about to make love to her, when she abruptly stood up and straightened out her clothes, leaving him lying dumbfounded on the floor. "No."

With a sultry turn of the waist, she left for work, leaving him lying there, still in a state of arousal.