Sleeping With The Obsessive President - Chapter 3 - Trouble

Chapter 3 - Trouble

Guest A

Oh, hello Missy!

I staggered back and immediately looked at them apologetically.

Sophia Quinn

I'm sorry.

I then went to leave when one of the men smiled and grabbed my arm.

Guest B

Hey, stay. We won't bite.

Guest A

Are you here all alone? What firm are you from?

Guest B

Some big shot's daughter maybe?

I suddenly became extremely scared.

Guest A

Oh, what's this?

He touched my necklace and I stepped back. However, in the process, the man's finger pulled on the chain, ripping it from my neck.

Sophia Quinn

My necklace!

The gift that my brother had given me was in the man's hand, and he smiled.

Guest A

Oh, what a simple thing.

Guest B

Here, come with us. My cousin owns a jewellery shop, he can repair the chain.

Sophia Quinn

Just... give my necklace back, please.

Guest A

No, it was my fault so I should repair it, as a good gentleman should.

Sophia Quinn

Can you please give it back!

Guest B

Oh, there's no need to raise your voice, sweetheart.

Guest A

We're not bad guys here.

Guest A

Hey, why don't we leave and go have your necklace repaired, okay?

I've never felt so weak and powerless in my life. Normally, I wouldn't hesitate to speak ill of them and grab my necklace back, but my actions reflect badly on Peter.

I can't offend these guys... yet I know that they are anything but nice.

What should I do?

Please, let me get my necklace back!

Guest A

Come on, let's-

Suddenly, someone grabbed his arm and twisted it around, making him yelp and let go of the necklace reflexively.

The man slowly turned around and turned pale, as if he had seen his life flash before his eyes.

Jackson Winters

Scram. Before I break your arm.

I had never seen two guys run away as fast as I had in that moment.

I looked up to the man who had saved me and be gently knelt down and picked the necklace up.

Jackson Winters

The design of this necklace is quite plain, but the diamond steals the show, sparkling brighter than its casing.

Jackson Winters

It suits you.

There was a warmth in his brown hair. The hue altered as the strands curled and moved with every small movement that he made.

In his brown eyes was the warmth of an everlasting hearth, as if they were the wood that could burn with a golden flame.

The glasses that laid on the bridge of his nose added something to his face, a certain poise and maturity.

Jackson Winters

I would offer to put it back on you, but it appears to be a little broken.

I felt nervous at first. I half-expected him to tease me with it too. Instead, he gently reached out and took my hand, lifting it up before slowly placing the necklace into the palm of my hand.

Jackson Winters

Can I ask for your name?

My name?

That deep voice of his had a way of igniting my internal engine, as if it knew I wanted to answer him before I even had the chance to process.

I wanted to give it to him. He had a way of making me feel strangely at ease.

But giving your name out nonchalantly to strangers is dangerous, but he was nice enough to help me...

Jackson Winters

Sorry, that was rude. I should have introduced myself first. My name is-

Peter Quinn

Jackson!

-End of Chapter 3-

Misty Plume

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