From his spot on the couch, Jackson’s eyes were two pillars of ice that nailed into Tiffany. “Where’ve you been? Who in this world has the power to command Tiffany Lane out of the house with a mere phone call?”
Her tongue rebelled against the thought of recounting that embarrassing impasse. “Er, it’s n-nobody. It’s a tiny thing that I can handle on my own, no problem. Don’t worry about me, get some rest soon.”
Apprehension shrouded his eyes. “Am I being cuckolded?”
“Holy sh*t, whaaaaaaat?!” Tiffany’s eyes widened. “D-Don’t suggest ludicrous things, as if I’m that kind of person! Look, this isn’t something I’m comfortable with telling you right now, okay? But I promise I’ll tell you all about it when it’s settled!”
Jackson was too impatient. “If there’s nothing to hide, you wouldn’t mind letting me browse through your phone for a bit, would you? It’s not like you’ve never checked mine. Give it to me!”
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