Dangerous Love: You Are My One and Only Bride novel Chapter 797

“You don’t happen to believe it’s more dangerous to stay at my place than to be kidnapped, do you?” Jackson quipped. “Look, I don’t want anything to happen to you before Tanya’s problem is solved, okay? Because the last thing I want is a double-whammy. If you’re that worried about what I might do, then fine; I’ll take you to my house and then spend the night in my office.”

His explicit concession made it hard for Tiffany to reject his offer, mostly since she was, in truth, terrified of going home. If Beckett saw no problem doing things to Tanya, then he would have no problem ambushing Tiffany in her condominium too. And if he did get his hands on her… Even if she came out of his clutches alive, she would probably be in stitches.

“W-well, if you insist… Then sorry for the inconvenience,” Tiffany relented.

Jackson answered nothing. Tiffany had never referred to him in such a formal manner before, so he was having a difficult time adjusting to it now.

The car stopped before the giant entrance to White Water Bay villa. Recognizing Jackson’s car, the security on patrol immediately lifted the boom barrier.

Jackson rolled down his window and looked at the man. “Yo, this is my girlfriend right here. Remember that and let her in and out whenever she likes.”

The security guard took a glance at Tiffany in the passenger seat before nodding and gushing, “Yes sir! I didn’t know that before. My most sincere apologies!”

Hearing him refer to her as his “girlfriend” introduced a weird feeling into Tiffany. Sure, the apparent reason was for easy access to White Water Bay Villa, but hearing it still made her heart skip a beat. Seriously, what was stopping this fella from fibbing something more innocuous, like his distant relative, instead?

The car pulled over in front of the door. Jackson passed the keys to Tiffany without showing any sign of getting out of his driver’s seat. “You go in. I’ll be heading to the company.”

After some hesitation, Tiffany relented a little, “Look; maybe you should stay at home. I mean, it’s not like I’m afraid of you or anything… And it’s not like we hadn’t done kinkier sh*t when we were staying together. What’s there for me to fear? Plus, you’ve said that you don’t ever go back to your old flames, so I’m actually quite relieved.”

Just as he claimed, he walked straight into the study with the look of someone preparing to wait through the night. Worried, Tiffany followed him and scanned the room.

Just as everywhere in the house, the study had been thoroughly cleaned, too. The couch in the study was naked, as its covers had not dried yet. Was he supposed to sit across his computer the entire night?

Tiffany’s conscience began to gnaw on her mind. When she called him, he was still in his office working overtime. And now she was essentially forcing him to go through the night, not sleeping? Would his heart fail from stress and tiredness?

After a long debate with herself, Tiffany mumbled, “Fine, let us sleep together. But I’ll tell you this right now: if your hands and feet are one hair out of place, I’ll castrate you.”