The Lust of a Billionaire CEO

Chapter 60

"I'm not interested in disabled women, although they can be kept like animals!”

"Jeckson, you really are a bastard! Akkh!" I screamed while closing my eyes when I accidentally slipped because of the slippery massage.

I thought it would all be over, even I have no regrets about slipping. However, there will be no end to—kala Jackson catch me right.

Jackson, who was close enough to me, could certainly catch my body before it fell down there. Pleased? Of course I'm not happy, I really hope I fall down there. Terrible indeed. But, more horribly reared like animals by Jacskon.

"Take me off, Jackson! Release him! Why arrest me. Let me die!" My screams keep on coming to a head.

Jackson pulled me so easily that I managed to get down from the window. I kept fighting while Jackson was still holding me from behind.

"It's not that easy if you want to die, Cecilia."

God, I have lost my right to this life. Even dead must be with the permission of this bastard

"If you don't want me dead. Then, let me go, Jackson. I have nothing to do with all your problems! Please, let me go with Hadden!" My scorn could not hold back the crying.

Jackson turned me around facing him so harshly..

"Hadden can save anyone in Denpasar City. Except, the one who's in my grasp. That person can only be free if I am willing to let go. If not, then never expect to escape me," said Jackson with a face full of anger, I could see a flash of emotional fire in his sharp eyes, he strangled my neck strongly, he said, until I feel so claustrophobic.

A drop of tears fell, hitting Jackson's strangling hand growing stronger. I could feel her ice-cold hand clutching my neck like that.

"understand?" That baritone voice made me tense up.

I continued to rebel, trying to pat Jackson's hand around my neck, to let go. I'm almost out of breath, but I still haven't given up.

"Le-let go a-ku Ja-ckson ... Sam-pai ma-dead too, a-ku ti-no ma-u will be your sim-pan-an!" I'm struggling. My lips have paled with hands that no longer pat Jackson because it has been exhausted. Even so, I still insist will not want to be a mistress of any man, let alone be Jackson's mistress. I really don't want to even have to die once.

"Good, very interesting, Cecilia. You still dare to challenge and test my patience."

I saw Jackson's face turning red. His aura grew colder with his sharp eyes that were ready to stab parts of my body to death.

"Look at how I got you into a rage!" His screams were loud and threw me on the bed with all my might. I was jolted onto the bed until the bathrobe I was wearing was exposed to the sensitive body parts.

I did not have time to lower it, because busy coughing and trying to breathe as much air. As I continued to cough, Jackson immediately supported me without restraining his body. That, of course, makes me squeezed back to feel tightness and pain.

"Take me off, Jackson! Unhand me!" I could only scream by trying to hit Jackson's chest with the rest of my strength.

Jackson doesn't pity me at all. He kept looking at me wanting to kill and I got more and more scared.

I saw Jackson take off one button on the top of his shirt. Then pull the tie with a single pull.

"Jackson what are you doing? Release!" I muttered as Jackson tied my hands together with that tie. The bond was so strong that it made my wrist appear red at the edges.

Not content to just tie my hands in a tie. Jackson got up, opened the drawer on the bedside table. Grabbing a rope, he tied it to my hand. Still not quite up there, Jackson also connects and ties the remaining rope to the headboard.

"ill? Doesn't dying hurt more. I'll show you what a real pain!" Jackson snapped, then kissed me greedily, there was hatred behind his greedy and rude kiss.

Jackson bit my lip, until I grimaced in pain, fresh blood flowing from the corner of my lip that Jackson had bitten.

I'm so disgusted by Jackson right now. My whole body became stiff as his naughty hands brushed away*a exposed quiver. I fell silent and could only glare at Jackson.

Jackson looked at me with a smile, "Still have guts too?"

Tok, tok, tok ....

A maid knocked on the door. Jackson got away from me, then opened a little pimtu.

"Mr Jackson. Outside there is Mr. Hadden wanting to meet with Mr." the maid told him Hadden was here.

"Tell the bodyguards to kick him out" said Jackson, who did not want to meet Hadden.

After that, Jackson who was still standing by the door, looked at me with his sharp eyes. I turned my eyes away not wanting to look at such a cruel man.

Before long, the sound of the door being locked sounded. I've been locked in my room all day. While Jackson went out, probably to his study.

In the room alone, I stared in any direction. I was alone in the lock in my room. Eventually Jackson returned. I don't want to look at the door. I heard Jackson's footsteps approaching.

Jackson did not leave the Spring Mansion at all. Especially entering the office at PT. Greater Ocean. I know why Jackson did that, especially if he didn't, he wouldn't have given Hadden the chance to save me. And also keep watch if the maid is soft-hearted and releases me.

Jackson really wanted to make me have no choice but to stay by his side as a mistress.

I haven't heard any sound in a long time. I looked up at Jackson too. Apparently, he had slept on the sofa.

I looked at old Jackson, he was so handsome and peaceful when asleep. Why did he become a demon when he opened his eyes. And he was very cruel to me. I sobbed again, the longer I was tied, my hands were sore. Moreover, my head is very heavy, very dizzy. But can't be brought to sleep.

About 20 minutes later, Jackson woke up. He approached, then untied the ties in my hands.

I still don't want to look at Jackson's face. Looking at his face let alone his eyes, I was already like seeing a ghost. Very creepy and scary.

My hands were blue because of the blood that could not flow smoothly. I feel so sad.

"You won't be able to threaten me again, Cecilia," he said, leaving me resigned and silent.

Not long after, the maid walked in to deliver me some warm porridge.

Somehow I felt so nauseous when the fragrance from the porridge arrived at my sense of smell. My stomach felt like it was being stirred up, something kept struggling to get out, until I immediately vomited violently because I smelled the porridge.

Instead of helping me, Jackson looked at me wondering "How long has it been?"