The Devil's Good Girl-Chapter 173 - 21

"I bought it during my last trip, thinking since you’re single and I’m the first in line. I’m not giving whoever’s next to me a chance. Think about my offer and let’s have a lot of fun together for a long time. And if it’s not fun anymore, let’s try being more serious then."

Fil’s mouth fell open, staring vacantly at Jackson. She couldn’t believe her ears or her eyes at the stone shimmering in front of her.

"Now this is impulse," she blurted out in disbelief. "Are you actually proposing to me?"

"I take every chance I get." He shrugged. "All I got to do now is make you want to marry me."

Goodness.

Fil shook her head mildly, gazing down at the ring on the table and then back to him. She came home with the intention of having some clarity and probably vent to him. After all, Jackson was the only person she could vent to and not get judged.

But a proposal?

"A real proposal?" she asked once more. "And a real marriage?"

"Why would you fake a marriage? That’s... sinful."

"Engaging in marital affairs when we’re not even married is the same."

"Exactly my point!" he exclaimed. "We’ve sinned enough, and a fake marriage is like a nail in the coffin. I’m sure you still want to go to heaven."

Fil closed the box and slid it back to him. His brows rose, waiting for any explanation for the rejection. But instead of a rejection, Fil rationalized the situation like always.

"Ask me again after my leave," she said. "I’ll ask for a time off and use all my leave for now. I know I said I’m quitting, but I need to think. For some reason, I think I’m being impulsive again."

Jackson blinked. "You’re not rejecting me? But asking me to wait?"

"I’m asking you to give me a reason why I would want to wear that thing aside from sex," she clarified. "Though I’m warning you. I’m probably saying this because I want a distraction from everything. And I still might reject you once you give this to me again."

"Fine." He smiled. "I can live with that."

"Seriously?"

"I take my chances." His mouth stretched into a wide grin. "And this is a chance to rise the ranks from being the mistress, to a boy toy, and then to a potential husband."

"Gosh." Fil shook her head helplessly. She glanced up at him again, sighing. "Do you have plans for today?"

Jackson was about to say, "No," but then remembered Elijah. "Suddenly, I regret asking your brother to stay," he remarked as he rose from his seat. "I almost forgot about him. Be right back."

Fil chuckled as she followed him with her gaze. "He’ll understand. Just tell him you were almost engaged."

"And he’ll say I’m too weak to let that chance slip away," he retorted before entering her bedroom to take a shower.

A shallow breath slipped past her lips, glancing at the box on the table. She reached for it, opening it ever so slowly. Now that she was staring at it closely, a subtle smile turned up on her face. The crystal had a tinge of purple, almost like her eyes.

[Let’s have a lot of fun together for a long time and if it’s not fun anymore, let’s try being more serious then.]

’Coming home to him is always a good idea,’ she thought, now calmer than she was last night and even this morning. ’I almost said yes without thinking.’

Another shallow sigh escaped her, turning her head to the open door of the bedroom. Fil closed the box, left it on the table, and sauntered to the bedroom. As she did so, she took off her top and let it fall on the floor. By the time she reached the shower, she was only in her underwear.

Jackson snapped his eyes open and cocked his head back, pulling it away from the running water. When he glanced at the door, he smiled as he saw her closing it behind her.

"Thought you wouldn’t come," he said, extending his hand to her. "Or not in the mood."

"I wasn’t until I heard the shower running," she quipped as she joined him in the shower. "I didn’t want you to be lonely or bored in the shower."

Jackson carefully pulled her around, hugging her from behind. He ran the tip of his nose from the side of her neck down to her shoulder blades.

"Am I the only one who gets bored showering alone?" he teased, planting a playful kiss on her shoulder. His arm circled around her waist while his other hand unhooked her bra. "Or did you think of me when you were in the suite, having a nice bath, wishing I was there with you?"

Fil smiled subtly as she stretched her neck, letting his hand crawl to her nether region and slip underneath her laced thong. "I did have the thought," she breathed out heavily. "The suite they got me has a nice bathtub."

"Did you touch yourself?"

"Ah." A heavy gasp slipped past her lips, hunching in slightly as his fingers massaged the petals of her flower. "I... wanted to, but I was ashamed.."

Jackson chuckled, planting another kiss on the side of her neck. Using his other hand, he held onto her hand and guided it underneath the one fabric she had on.

"Once you touch it, all shame will come afterward you orgasm. Let me show you where to touch and where it feels good," he teased, biting her earlobe playfully. "Oh, sweetheart, we’ll have a lot of fun throughout your leave."

And just like that, Jackson wrapped his arm around her waist to keep her still. His other hand guided her hand, letting her explore herself while whispering dirty thoughts in her ear.

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Showering together that led to a hot round of passion which they continued in bed was something they would do regularly. But after their intimate time, Fil fell asleep in his arms even before he could pull out. Lying on his side, Jackson stared at her beautiful and peaceful sleeping face. She seemed tired and, considering she said she didn’t sleep last night, explained her exhaustion.

’I wonder what will be her reaction once she wakes up and I’m still inside of her?’ he chuckled at the thought, keeping his hips still as he didn’t want to wake her up if his animalistic instinct kicked in.

[I push people to their limits. I did it to them, and I’m doing it again.]

[Jack, I do not want to push you beyond your limit. You’ve helped me over and over; you were there every step of the way. Back then, it was the makeover, then the Solana Project. Last night, it was Mr. Windsor and a hundred million gem. What’s next? Once all those things don’t work anymore, what’s next? Will you kill people who upset me, thinking it will make me happy? Or would you sleep with someone else to fulfill the thrill you don’t get from me anymore just to wallow in guilt right after?]

The subtle smile on his face slowly disappeared as her words previously rang in his head. He set his eyes on her face. Clenching his teeth made his jaw tighten.

"21 lifetimes..." he whispered, caressing her cheek with the back of his hand. "... and for the first time, you didn’t want to push me beyond my endless limits for you."

"It makes me wonder," he paused, eyes drooping. "How are you going to torment me this time?"