CHAPTER-2. I DON’T CARE!

CHAPTER-2. I DON’T CARE!

JACKSON cursed silently when he saw Beverly's expression. Instead of being afraid, the woman smiled her sweet smile. His goddamn heart was jumping up and down.

"And you think I'm afraid of your threats, do you?" challenge Beverly. The woman pushed him until Jackson was forced to take a few steps back. Beverly walks past him. But Jackson grabbed the woman's hand. "Where are you going?" he asked in a high voice.

"Release my self." answered Beverly relaxed. "Do you want to come?"

Jackson looked at the woman with his mouth open. What kind of woman is this Beverly? What is clear, in the eyes of Jackson Beverly is not an elegant woman who should have high manners like a woman. Beverly looks like a bar-woman born into an uneducated family.

"Get off!" Beverly shook off Jackson's hand and walked over to find a toilet. Once she found the toilet, Beverly was in and out five seconds later. "Do you have clean towels?" he asked Jackson.

With resentment, Jackson pointed to the cupboard by the window, where he kept clean towels.

"Thank you. I must take a bath. My body is sticky. " Said Beverly as he left Jackson.

Jackson folded his arms across his chest. Supposedly, he made Beverly suffer. It wasn't even he who suffered because of Beverly's act. Not even 2x24 hours Jackson kidnapped Beverly, that woman had made him suffer a lot. Jakcson walked to the refrigerator then took cold water and took a sip. The man was determined to make Beverly suffer. So she didn't want her plan to fail just because Beverly was a bar-woman who just wasn't a whiny one.

What a barbarian. Inner Jackson.

Annoyed by Beverly's behavior, Jackson returned to his room. It's not just Beverly's sticky body. His body is no less sticky. Jackson opened his pants and stood in the shower. The water that flowed from the shower was really able to get rid of the burden on his mind so far. Jackson took the bubble bath and rubbed it all over his body. He also did not forget to wash his blonde hair. The bathing ritual was finished. However, when Jackson was about to flush himself again with water, there was a noise from outside his room.

Jackson cursed harshly. Again, the barbarian woman interfered with her life. Quickly, Jackson completed the ritual of bathing and put on a makeshift hade. The white towel only wrapped the waist to the knee. Jackson opened the door violently. The first thing he wanted to say was, damn it! What are you doing! Don't you know I'm taking a shower! Why are you always screaming? Do you think we live in the forest ?!

However, all of Jackson's words were muffled in his throat as he saw Beverly standing in front of her bedroom door wearing only a towel hanging from her chest. The woman's hair was hanging down beautifully, a little messy but it just seemed sexy! Jackson took a rough sip of his saliva.

"Do you have any clothes worthy of me?" Beverly looked at Jackson condescendingly. Jackson was really upset about it. "I can't possibly use towels all day, can I?"

"Unfortunately no!" said Jackson curtly. "It's none of my business whether you wear clothes or not."

Beverly frowned. "Oh. Alright then."

Then she left Jackson who was still gaping and annoyed. Jackson saw how Beverly's once-ass swaying beautifully under his thin towel. Shit! He cursed silently.

Jackson returned to his room, took clothes and put them on. Five minutes later, he was in the kitchen. Jackson prepared food for himself. As his hands cut some potatoes to fry, his gaze fixed on the figure who was still wearing a towel who was now standing in the garden behind his house. Jackson put down the knife and stood by the glass window, watching Beverly.

Beverly is seen washing the clothes she was wearing when Jackson kidnapped her. The woman leaned over the washing machine. His gaze was fixed on the flock of birds flying across the clouds. Beverly sings a song that Jackson doesn't understand. His voice can be said to be melodious. And Jackson's fucking blood stopped in his veins.

After washing the clothes, Beverly dried them. The weather was hot this afternoon, the woman must have thought that her clothes would dry out soon if she washed and dried them now. Jackson smiled, Beverly must have thought of wearing her old clothes after they were dry.

Jackson sipped his saliva as Beverly opened the towel she was wearing. The woman's innocent body was clearly displayed before her eyes. His male instincts warned Jackson to pounce on her and crush her until Beverly was out of breath. However, his instincts as Beverly's enemy warned Jackson to drag the woman and throw her overboard! Jeez.

Beverly picked up the clean towel still hanging from the clothesline, hers. Jackson's gaze didn't drift away from every move that Beverly made. After putting the used towel that she had just used into the washing machine, Beverly then draped the new towel over her body so that it covered her breasts and something below her navel.

Jackson groaned, the woman sat on the fence. Her hair was flowing beautifully, adding to the charm of a Beverly Montano. Jackson gasped when Beverly suddenly glanced up at him. The woman smiled crookedly.

"You think I don't know you were there?" asked Beverly in her trademark voice.

Since he was caught in the act, Jackson finally came out of hiding. The man opened the window and went out through the window. "What are you doing here? You think this is your house? You can go naked in my house! ” said Jackson disparagingly.

“Oh, so this is all my fault? So?" Beverly wrapped her towel over her chest. “You kidnapped me yourself and now you blame me too? For God's sake, what kind of human are you? "

"Watch your words!" snapped Jackson.

"Alright, alright. I am your prisoner. It is my fault. And you are right. Are you satisfied now? "

Instead of being satisfied with Beverly's statement, Jackson was even more annoyed by her. Beverly rolled her eyes, “You're torturing me by not giving me proper clothes, right? I accept it. You think I'll be tortured just because you didn't dress me? " Beverly drew closer to Jackson so that their faces almost collided. "We'll see who will be tormented here." Then, Beverly kissed Jackson on the cheek and left the man.

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In fact, Beverly also felt uncomfortable wearing towels all day long. But he had no other choice. Jackson did not dress him properly. And Beverly couldn't possibly wear Jackson's underwear either.

After kissing Jackson, the woman returned to the house. He decided to go to the kitchen and find something to eat. Beverly forgot the last time she ate. His stomach was completely empty. Beverly took the apple in the refrigerator and ate it without peeling it first.

"I won't allow you to eat my food!" Beverly gasped when Jackson suddenly stood behind her.

A gentle exhale escaped Beverly's throat. He turned and smiled softly at Jackson. "Oh, I'm sorry." Said Beverly. The woman punched Jackson's stomach slowly so that Jackson opened his mouth and Beverly put the remaining apples into Jackson's mouth.

Jackson rounded his eyes. "A-p-pph!"

"You forbid me to eat this apple? Now you can eat it all! " exclaimed Beverly and then left Jackson.

Luckily, Beverly was used to eating small portions. Half an apple is enough to prop his stomach. Beverly returned to the room and shut herself in there. Better to shut yourself in the room, hiding under the covers, even without clothes, than to face Jackson.

After ten minutes, Beverly heard a knock on the bedroom door. The woman was reluctant to move from her position. Let it be if Jackson wants to shoot him in the head. Beverly doesn't care. Beverly buried herself under the blanket even more, submerging her whole body and closing her eyes firmly.

There was a sound of footsteps, Beverly assumed they were Jackson's. "Wha—" Jackson's voice was muffled as he managed to open the covers and find Beverly without a cloth.

Beverly closed her breasts with both hands. His gaze landed on the shocked expression that appeared on Jackson's innocent face. "What are you doing here?" snapped Beverly.

Jackson's face was flushed red. He didn't expect to find Beverly in the state he is now. He also did not think that Beverly turned out to have a seductive body shape --- “I knocked on the door. Why don't you answer? " exclaimed Jackson.

"My head hurts!" snapped Beverly no less loudly.

"Do not lie!"

"Oh!" Beverly snorted. "What do you want? I'm tired of arguing with you. "

Jackson chuckled with amusement. "Bored? I should have said it. "

"If you're bored with me," Beverly pulled back the covers and closed her chest again. "Just throw me into the sea. Let the whales out there eat me. "

"Nonsense." Jackson threw a pair of underwear in Beverly's face. "There are no whales here."

"Oh, yes?" Beverly removed the underwear from her face. "How do you know?"

“I've lived here for years. So I know what creatures live here. " Jackson glanced at Beverly's underwear. "Use that. I will show you something. "

"Is this used clothes?"

"Not. Just wear it. It's still good that I gave you clothes. Don't protest too much! ”

"Who is protesting?" Beverly threw a pillow at Jackson's face. "I am just asking. Can't you tell the difference between asking and protesting? You're annoying. "

Without heeding Beverly's words, Jackson came out of the room and let Beverly change clothes. Jackson took a piece of cake in the refrigerator and put it in his mouth. Today, Jackson plans to have Beverly clean her pool. Long ago, Maria wanted their house to have a swimming pool. Since Maria lived in Paris and herself in Dubai, the pool has become neglected.

Beverly was standing at the door of the room in her bright red underwear. The lacy panties and red bra wrapped her chest in a perfect fit. The woman sighed softly. Jackson must have been crazy telling him to leave the house in his underwear.

"Where are we going?" asked Beverly, leaning against the door.

Jackson turned his head to see that Beverly in her underwear was choking on the bread. "What are you doing?" he asked to cover up his nervousness.

"What? Wrong again?"

"Why are you only wearing underwear ?!"

"So? What else should I wear? You gave me these clothes, right ?! ”

Jackson snorted, forgetting to dress Beverly. "You really are a bother!"

"You are right. You shouldn't have kidnapped me if you knew I was a bother. "

"And forget what you did to me? I will not let you go until I can make you suffer and kill you. "

“Do what you wanna do. I don't care. " Beverly approached Jackson and pushed the man until Jackson hit the wall. Then with her deft hands, Beverly pulled the Jackson T-shirt over the man's head and put it on. "This is better." He muttered to himself.