Jack In The Box

“Why did you bring me to your house?” I pinned him with a hard stare.

“As I have already mentioned, I did it to protect you.” Jackson declared in a matter of fact way.

“By drugging and kidnapping me?” I yelled at him, having an urge to throw something at him, a brick or a stone would suffice.

His eyes didn’t waver as he maintained eye contact, those hazel brown eyes with a speck of gold. He spoke with such authority that told me any further inquiry was not open for discussion. “I did what I thought was best. I trust you need to use the bathroom.” He pointed towards a door on the right. “Help yourself. I went out of my way and bought you some clothes that you can use during your stay here. There’s enough food in the fridge, and the kitchen is all yours.”

“Oh, how very kind of you Mr. Wolfe.” I said sarcastically, appearing touched. “What a nice host you are, to drug me, kidnap me and buy me clothes to make my stay comfortable here. How would I ever replay your kindness?”

Jackson chuckled. “Sleep in my bed, cater to my needs, cook for me like a sweetheart that you are and consider the generosity repaid.” He winked and smoothly ducked the large pillow that was aimed at him. “Gotta work on that aim, baby. If it’s a knife instead of a pillow it gotta go right through me not over me.” chuckling, he fixed his suit jacket, ran a hand through his already perfect dark hair and started to leave.

“I think I’m quite capable enough to take care of myself. I want to go home.”

Completely ignoring my protests, he continued. “Since I don’t have a personal Butler, we will have to figure out about the cooking. I, for one can survive on peanut butter and jelly for days on end, unless you, my dear, Cotton-Candy, can whip up something and make us both happy.”

“You’re not listening to a word I’m saying!” I yelled at him. “I want to go home and if you can’t, I’ll find a way. Maddy and Ken are going to start looking for me.”

Jackson just passed me his cocky grin, one that told me that no amount of threats were going to work against him. He was a man who’d surpassed the asylum security as well as the police. “Already taken care of.”

“Where in the world is my phone?” I realized. Could it be that Jackson sent fake texts through my phone and informed Maddy and Ken something about me? Some excuse that was good enough for the two to not be worried about me.

Folding my arms across my chest, I sat back. “Do I at least have the liberty to ask you where you are going?”

“I have some business to attend to.”

“Like threatening people to get information out of them?”

Jackson laughed. “Close but no cigar.”

Any amusement, he had before disappeared. “I won’t be gone for long, and just so you know, there aren’t any possible exits around here because I know you’re going to start looking for those the minute I step out. It would be in your best interest to stay inside the cabin. If anyone comes knocking, don’t open the door. No one is trustworthy.”

I snorted. “Funny that’s coming from someone like you.”

If you wanna play dirty, well, I can show you just how dirty it can get.” He promised. “Be a

will you do to me? Bite

still had the smile plastered to his face, like he was mocking

That asshole!

you is tempting, I wouldn’t do that. I didn’t go to such lengths of getting you here just

my head held high and maintaining eye contact,

at me, glanced at his Rolex and made his way towards

I heard him laugh and the door closed behind him. I was hoping he wouldn’t

that made the

the window, I watched as Jackson climbed into a

he getting all this money

an electric fireplace made of stone opposite a flat screen mounted against the wall. The furniture was all modern decor. The cabin seemed like it had been lived in and passed down from generations, but it was well

want to admit but the place

see it stacked with fresh vegetables, meat and everything else

of Coke, took off the lid and took a long sip, thinking if he was

while he ate take out food. Plus, the food in the fridge was too tempting for me to even consider the prospect of starving. Even

sandwich and after I

were stocked with Jackson’s stuff. His shampoo, cologne, perfumes, shaving cream, razors and all the other male stuff. I didn’t have a choice than to use

one side I found

For me.

a casual t-shirt and a jeans. There were also a pair of shorts, but I didn’t trust Jackson enough

my toes literally curled thinking of the intensity. His hot, possessive mouth on mine, his strong hands feeling me up. I felt tears

of time wondering what the

was I attracted to

not just admit

frustrated cry as I buried my face into

the windows to unlocking the door but all my attempts had ended in vain. I’d searched the

wasn’t that stupid. He’d escaped the WoodVille asylum twice,