“Time to wake up sleeping beauty,” he says, stalking toward the bed. “You know, ignoring a client is very rude. That’s a ten-point deduction right there. Making him carry you up to the room like a princess is another deduction, too.”
Gabrielle stops him at the edge of the bed and holds her finger up to his lips. Before he can continue lecturing her, she pulls his head down and kisses him. He responds instantly, pressing her against his body and forcing her lips open.
He slides his hand under the long skirt of her costume gown, and she starts to unbutton his shirt. Every time she undoes a button, his fingers slip closer to her core. By the time she’s finished, her hands tremble, and she’s gasping with need.
When she wakes in the morning, her throat is dry, and her body is sore. Her head is pillowed on Jackson’s chest, and his arm is wrapped around her back. She takes a deep breath and starts to reach for his phone on the nightstand. She grasps it with the tips of her fingers and types her Facebook login.
As she types her password, the phone slips from her fingers and lands on Jackson’s chest, and his eyes fly open, and he sits up.
“Are you stealing my phone?” he asks.
Gabrielle felt very embarrassed and tried to make a smile.
The phone was grabbed by Jackson Oliver immediately.
“Why is Jackson so nervous? Some secrets must be saved in his phone,” Gabrielle said to herself.
Alas—
“If my phone isn’t thrown out by him…” Gabrielle said to herself.
There was another phone in Gabrielle’s hands now. She held the phone tight. She immediately got away from Jackson when he tried to stop her. In the end, Jackson just touched the sheets.
Although Gabrielle didn’t take a shower, she casually put on the bathrobe, opened the
At this time, the phone suddenly came to ring.
“Is it really a coincidence? The phone just came to ring,” Gabrielle said to herself.
She glanced at Jackson, who was n.a.k.e.d lying on the bed. Half of his body was covered with a quilt. His s.e.xy gluteal groove was uncovered.
“Early this morning, I had such a s.e.xy experience. I am a really lucky dog. It seems that I f.u.c.k.i.e.d him,” Gabrielle said to herself.
“There was a phone call.”
Jackson was covered by two pillows, answering in a lower voice without looking up, “Answer the phone for me.”
Gabrielle cleared her throat and took the phone. The sounds came out, “Mr. Oliver, your little mistress is ready.”
“Mistress?” Gabrielle said to herself.
“Jackson indeed has many secrets,” Gabrielle said to herself. She was going to threaten him and tried to blackmail him.
“Mr. Oliver? Are you here?”
“Oh. Hello, Mister. Mr. Oliver was lying on the bed waiting for me. I will tell him what you said. By the way, say hello to the little mistress for me,” Gabrielle said in a lower voice on purpose because she wanted to suggest that she had slept with Jackson for the whole afternoon so that her throat was rough.
“Mister, my throat got hurt. It is a work injury. You need to pay.”
“Miss. Gabrielle, please go on. I’m sorry to interrupt.”
“Mister. Hello, tell me how to deal with my work injury.”
Hill hung up.
Gabrielle was disappointed. She would have earned some money, but nothing she got. She then looked up and found Jackson leaned sideways, staring at her. He said to her, “I need to do something more. You aren’t satisfied.”
Gabrielle didn’t answer. She was eager to know what message that her elder sister sent her because she wasn’t sure how long she could use the phone.
In the message, Leilani urged her to persuade Mrs. Charles to take a heart transplant operation for Charles Meyer.
Looking at the message, Gabrielle bit her lip and looked at Jackson, an unreasonable man. Moreover, he was really good at laying a trap for others.
Gabrielle was also set a trap and got a billion-dollar debt unexpectedly. It was really difficult to persuade Jackson.
Jackson had already fastened the belt of the bathrobe, but his chest muscles could still be seen clearly. Some scratch had been left on his chest.
Jackson immediately grabbed the phone, but all apps were closed.
“What were you doing with the phone?” Jackson asked.
“I did nothing. Just browse entertainment news,” Gabrielle answered. Jackson also sat on the sill and faced Gabrielle. They were close, not far away from each other, just one arm length.
Gabrielle then said to him, “Hill, just let me tell you that your little mistress was ready.”
Gabrielle winked at Jackson and stared at him, trying to make him embarrassed. It was said that eyes were a window to see the soul, but looking at Jackson’s eyes, Gabrielle found nothing.
It seemed that Jackson had already known everything.
“What is the password?” Jackson looked at the phone screen and asked. Because there were some records on the program and Gabrielle didn’t have time to delete them, he opened the app that Gabrielle just opened.
“Password? What’s your meaning?” Gabrielle held the phone, asking.
“Passwords are something private. How can he ask me? I have to pretend I knew nothing,” Gabrielle said to herself.
Jackson ignored what Gabrielle said. He inputted a few letters and numbers on the phone.
“Ash! How do you know my password?” Gabrielle couldn’t stop shouting. She just realized that she said an impolite word and covered her mouth. According to her family rule, any impolite word shouldn’t be said.
Gabrielle then stuttered, “Well. My elder sister needs your help.”
“I would like to help,” Jackson answered. One of his legs put on another leg, and one hand casually put on his knee.
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