Gabrielle felt a little dizzy. She pointed to Jackson Oliver, asking Bryan Flynn, "Is your takeaway? I didn't order takeout. It is late-night. Who ordered it?"

Since the light was too bright, Bryan couldn't see Gabrielle clear and then he screwed up his eyes, "You asked me to order takeout. Besides, you also asked me to bring a strong and sexy gigolo."

Gabrielle was confused and asked, "Did I?"

"Yes, you did. I recommend myself, but you refused me because you think I am far too skinny."

Then Bryan looked at Jackson up and down. "Probably, I knew this man," thought Bryan.

Bryan stared at Jackson, who looked cold and silent. Bryan became more anxious and nervous when Jackson walked to Gabrielle.

"You wanted to get a gigolo?" Jackson challenged Gabrielle.

"You are my gigolo," Gabrielle patted Jackson's muscle chest, but Jackson stopped him.

"Gabrielle Peters, are you crazy?" Gabrielle felt there was warm air.

Gabrielle raised her head and enjoyed it. It was a pleasant smell for her.

She lowered her eyelashes, raised the corner of her lips, and laughed loudly.

Since Jackson held her one hand, she raised another hand to touch his chest muscle and said to him, "What's wrong with you? Don't you know how to serve me? Do you need to go to Top Girls Club and learn how to serve others?"

Jackson's thin lips tightened slightly. He looked around, finding no one can be a gigolo except Bryan and himself.

Thus, Jackson lowered his head, asking coldly, "Gabrielle, we can have a try on the plane." Then Jackson carried Gabrielle on his shoulder.

Gabrielle suddenly cried aloud, but Jackson ignored and strode toward the helicopter.

Gabrielle's legs were hanging and said, "Why do I need to have sex with you in the helicopter? Do you want me to serve you?"

Gabrielle was lying on his shoulder, her head almost upside down on him.

When Jackson patted Gabrielle's thighs to warn her to be quiet, Gabrielle patted Jackson's butt three times.

Gabrielle enjoyed and said happily, "Oh yeah. What a sexy butt!"

Jackson froze and then walked fast.

The Swimming Pool

Hill Ivan ordered someone to help Bryan get out of the swimming pool and sent him back to his apartment.

As the propeller turned again, the waves appeared again.

The helicopter took off from the flat and finally got away from the top floor of the apartment.

Gabrielle was drunk, lying against Jackson.

When the helicopter was flying in the air, Gabrielle muttered suddenly, "Oh, I forgot something."

"What is it?" Jackson asked. If there is something left, Jackson will send someone to get it.

"The artificial moon that Bryan just gave me," Gabrielle answered. She was so drunk that she dared to say it out.

"You mustn't keep the thing Bryan gives you," Jackson warned.

"Bryan just got it and then gave me. I want to get it back," Gabrielle insisted.

Jackson became angrier when he heard something about Bryan as if he froze when the door of the flying helicopter opened, and cold winds blew.

Jackson held Gabrielle's head and warned, "If you dare to keep the thing he gives you, I must send you to the moon."

Gabrielle then kept touching the margin of Jackson's casual shirt.

"Aren't you going to get engaged. You shouldn't care about what I want to do."

"Who told you that?" Jackson asked seriously, his eyes darkened.

Gabrielle took out the wedding invitation card, which had been torn up and threw it before Jackson. When paper pieces fell from Jackson's head, Jackson became solemn but silent because he didn't know how to explain it.

They stared at each other for a while and only heard the roar of the propeller.

"That is why you are drunk?" Jackson asked first.

"It is not true. I just want to drink alcohol," It was true, but Gabrielle didn't admit that.

"I won't tell you the truth," Gabrielle said to herself.

"I can't marry you, but what else do you want?" Jackson stared at Gabrielle's eyes and asked.

Gabrielle almost cried. She froze.

She remembered that Jackson once told her that it was dangerous to be his wife, so he never married her.

Moreover, Gabrielle had never expected that Jackson would marry her.

Gabrielle was sensitive and felt insecure because of a lack of affection in childhood development. Exactly, she pretended to be a brave man.

Gabrielle looked at Jackson and shook her head. She wanted nothing. "But probably I should ask for something as compensation?" thought Gabrielle.

Thus, after having the hiccups, Gabrielle said, "I want to cancel our contract."

Gabrielle wouldn't have joined Top Girls Club and signed a contract with Jackson if Jackson didn't force her to do so. Gabrielle just wanted to get away from Jackson as soon as possible.

"No way," Jackson said firmly. He suddenly became serious.

When Jackson refused Gabrielle, she was angry, and her face flushed under the effect of alcohol. She made a fist and wanted to bite Jackson's chest, "I know what you want."

Jackson narrowed his eyes, asking, "Tell me what I want?"

"You want me to work you but paying nothing," Gabrielle was furious as if she were treated unfairly.

Jackson suddenly realized that it was useless to explain to Gabrielle, so he asked, "Gabrielle Peters, how much alcohol unit have you drunk?"

"Guess it," Gabrielle squinted at Jackson with a cunning smile.

"I don't want to guess, but I can test it."

Then, Jackson got close to Gabrielle, held her mouth hard, put his tongue into her mouth, and sucked all of the alcohol in her mouth.

Finally, Jackson ordered in a low voice, "Don't drink alcohol again."

Jackson licked his mouth again.

Gabrielle couldn't even take a breath now. She had never expected Jackson to give her a violent kiss so that she couldn't take a breath.

Gabrielle made a fist and thumped Jackson's shoulder, "Leave me alone. You should find your darling, Miss Gibson."

Jackson held Gabrielle's waist hard.

"I can't marry you, but I can give you anything you want," Jackson ordered, "You mustn't have close relationships with other men. Gabrielle Peters, you are mine. Understand? If you dare to get close to other men, I will lock you up."

Jackson believed that if he locked Gabrielle up, she will be his.

"Uh-huh," Gabrielle said casually. She didn't seem afraid of Jackson.

Gabrielle knelt on Jackson's legs, and her eyes looked attractive. She asked with a smile, "You like me?"