Jack's Belonging

After the General Manager left them, Jack immediately took a chair and sat next to Anne, whose cheeks were now blushing red which made her look even more beautiful, making Jack hungry and wanting to eat her right now. It had been almost a week since Jack didn't touch her, because of the damn period that interfered with their night activities.

"If you don't feel comfortable in this restaurant, we can find another restaurant, babe," said Jack flatly with his fingers already entrenched in Anne's slender waist. Jack seemed to be showing everyone that Anne was his.

A waiter standing beside their table smiled at Jack's words.

"I'm choosing the food now, Jack, and first take your hand off my waist."

Jack smirked. "Never. After all, this is where my real hand lies."