The Lust of a Billionaire CEO

Chapter 25

Just as Zea finished writing the check, she saw Jackson just as he lifted his head, panicking to the point of dropping the envelope on the table.

Jackson sharpened his vision. I saw him staring at the old photo that looked half of it. I followed the exact direction of his gaze looking at half the photo showing a birthmark on my ankle.

Did Jackson see that birthmark last night? I remember, he kissed my feet, what he smelled was that birthmark with all his body soaked in sweat.

"Miss Cecilia. Sorry, I dropped your stuff. Here, take it." Zea quickly picked up the envelope and gave it to me. I put the envelope back in my bag.

Zea pretends to be very calm, then starts talking about household affairs with Jackson.

"Honey remember don't forget to go home to the big house on January 2nd to eat." Zea reminded her husband. The two talked like very familiar. Just Zea alone, because Jackson is more indifferent and very cold.

"Why are you here, honey?" Zae asked still pretending to be calm.

"It just so happened to meet a client upstairs" Jackson replied briefly. The two talked for a while. Once completed.

"I go first, I have work to do." Pamit Jackson stood up and walked out of the cafe.

Shortly after Jackson's departure. Immediately saying goodbye to Zea, I ran to chase out the cafe, regardless of Zea's cries for evidence.

When I got outside, I saw Jackson's car on the most remote road.

I saw Jackson smoking from across the street.

The driver waved to me. I walked over and got into the car, and the driver waited outside.

“Mr Jackson.” call me slowly.

Jackson opened his tie, then threw it recklessly in the co-pilot's seat.

My body stiffened when I saw his wrathful facial expression, with roaring breath and tight neck veins. Very scary.

He pulled out a check from inside the envelope, and looked at the 1-hour video I had edited for 8 minutes more.

“You escaped ya?”

"N-no, Sir. I ... I'm just—" I stammered from being so scared that I didn't dare look him in the face with those sharp eyes.

"It's okay, ha!" His impact made my heart beat faster.

“4 billion enough?”

I lowered my face deeply, I was really so frightened, that even I was sweating coldly that my palms were also sweating signifying a nervousness that was very overwhelming to me.

“Cecilia, you want to play two games with me, yes?” Her question clasped my chin tight, making me close my grimacing eyes.

I'm so scared, I've done the most taboo thing for Jackson. Fraud, traps, lies, I broke three limits of his patience overnight and was caught red-handed.

Jackson tightened his grip on my chin to make my mouth open automatically. He looked at my bright red tongue and did not let me shut my mouth.

“I've warned you, whatever you get, Zea won't win either. Divorce and destroy me is not as easy as you imagine.” he said pressing the sentence with anger. I tried to hold my eyes back so that they would no longer be closed. Because I was a little closed, then the clear circle that I tried to hold I escaped right then and there.

I hate what is called crying. I could have cried, but not in front of anyone else, let alone in front of Jackson. I really don't want to be labeled as a weak woman, which would tarnish my bold image. That's why I rarely cry as hard as any life I live.

“Your mouth likes to lie, do you think I have the heart, Cecil?”

Anger was clearly drawn on Jackson's face, and now he was more and more indifferent.

Satisfied grasping my chin, his burly hands moved to strangle my throat tightly. Making me unable to make a sound at all, even to swallow was difficult. Especially when you have to talk. It's very unlikely.

I pulled a few words out of his throat. “Kak Jackson ...” I am sad because I am almost out of breath.