Jack In The Box

Chapter 16

When I woke up in the morning, there was another tray of food at the edge of the bed with a badly cooked omelet, hash browns, sliced kiwi and a glass of OJ.

Ritualistically, I brushed my teeth first, had a quick shower and pulled on a t-shirt from the wardrobe. I was actually starting to like Jackson’s choice of clothes that he’d bought for me.

I reached out for the tray of food before sniffing it. The omelette tasted alright, but a little on the saltier side. Jackson was a bad cook indeed.

When I was done eating, I climbed out of bed reluctantly and made my way out of the bedroom to find Jackson sprawled on the couch with a book in his hand.

I recalled all the events of the previous night and how I continued to accuse him even after he’d repeatedly told me he was innocent. I realized that lashing out on him wasn’t going to get me anywhere. If anything, I had to stay calm and find another way.

There was one thing that was clear, Jackson wouldn’t hurt. If he wanted too, he would have done that when he first brought me to this cabin. I would be in a chair, bound and tortured.

Like his other victims. A voice hissed in my head.

I brushed off that thought because my gut told me Jack was telling the truth. He hadn’t killed those people and I hoped like hell that I was right.

“Thank you for the breakfast.” I said, trying to appear a little cheerful.

“Glad you’re still alive after having it.” He grumbled.

Normally, Jackson would say something else along with the retort, but today he remained silent, almost detached.

“I want to say that I’m sorry for the things I said to you yesterday. I didn’t let you explain.”

“Damn right you didn’t.” He said in a monotone, sitting upright. “I want to know who killed those people as much as you do, Riley. You’ve got to believe me.”

I sat down on the couch beside him. “You’re saying you didn’t kill them?”

“Probably said it a million times since yesterday.”

“Jackson—”

“Call me Jack.” He insisted.

I gave a nod. “Jack, how about you pretend to be in my shoes for a minute? Imagine if you were kidnapped by a psychopath and you heard all the news about him on tv, all the atrocious crimes he committed, wouldn’t you be having doubts as well?”

He grinned. “I’d be thinking goddamn he’s hot and I’d want to bang that psychopath one of these nights.”

I rolled my eyes. “You’re just feeding your own ego.”

Jackson chuckled. “You want me, Cotton-Candy, you just don’t want to admit.”

that until you convince

sure do, ma’am. And I promise you one of these days, you’re going to come in my bed willingly, begging me to put my hands on you and that time, Riley. I’m gonna say ‘I told

possibly happen in

the kitchen. My face resembled a beetroot, and I didn’t want Jackson to see how the

with me, and teased me, it gave me certain butterflies in my stomach, the type I was having right now and that really made

if the police weren’t even looking for him, like his face wasn’t all over the fucking news. He was acting like we were here

hell outta me. He was having a huge bowl of tortilla chips and a can of Coke. I’d noticed he always ate all that

decided to cook something for lunch. “How about grilled chicken

wants.” He called

back to being

you’re at it, could you hand me

of limbs. Last time I checked, I

snigger in

was dicing the vegetables, facing the stove when I felt his body hovering behind mine and then I watched from the

the living area, I felt his presence behind me. A shadow. My heart turned to ice as I wondered what would happen. My hands were practically shivering as I sliced

to assume he

Was my time up?

to hurt me, I had a knife

in a soft

“Hmm?”

you mind very much if I tied your hair up?”

“No.”

felt his fingers run through my scalp and gather my hair in his fist as he tied it up in a

“Riley?” He started again.

“What?”

I kissed that little black mole on your

the sexual tension was too much and my knees were having a

if you don’t

lips grazed my back and the wetness of his tongue against it. I closed my eyes, my hands were still shaking. The knife slid down and hit the floor. He spun me

down at me. His charcoal black eyes seemed lighter in the sunlight, almost like dark coffee. The last time that he’d kissed me it was in

brought them to his mouth and kissed. “I would never hurt you, Riley.

said anything about being afraid?” I

first and then deeper. I could taste the hint of tortilla chips and the smell of his

a little closer to his imposing height. I moaned loud when his hands reached for the hem of my shirt and up to cup my breasts. And then suddenly there were tears pricking my eyes which is when we stopped because I’d

He cupped my face in his hands. “I’m sorry, Riley. My hands just went inside your shirt on reflex. I

You don’t understand.” I

“Then make me understand.”

you, and yet here I’m kissing you and letting you feel

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