Chapter 4: Zipper, and Bite

To Love You Again, My Husband

Chapter 4: Zipper, and Bite

Airina, who was just charmed by his undeniable beauty, was surprised. Upon their divorce, she made sure dwelling on emotions wouldn’t be an option, thus she called her biological mother for support which was so great that it brought her this success. Although she couldn’t agree that Jackson’s face popped into her head occasionally, she did everything to obtain this success.

The love she had for him was hard to unroot, what’s more, to completely move on from him? It was excruciatingly hard throughout those ten months. Alongside Evan, both of them had to support each other emotionally and mentally, especially Airina who had to undergo two jobs just to make sure they ate well on time. 

She never wanted him to do so much for her – of course, infidelity was out of the question, but it would be better if he stayed loyal to her. That way, Airina wouldn’t have had that heartbreak.

Airian scoffed at him and pushed difficultly herself away from his grasp. “Don’t try to act nice, it’s making my stomach roll from disgust.”

Not prompting for his reply, she staggered to get inside the passenger’s seat with a groan – an irritated groan because she couldn’t decline his offer of taking them home. She was drunk, and her younger brother was in a much worse situation. Calling for an Uber might be a good idea; however, their safety was not guaranteed. She calculated that even if she loathed Jackson, he wouldn’t harm them, especially after having that conversation with him on the balcony.

She had never assumed she’d muster the courage to openly provoke and confront him in such a seductive way. She tipsily opened her eyes to the blinding light from the stalls and the streetlights, covering it with her left hand.

“Are you regretting you got in my car?”

Airina cast Jackson a glance and scowled, “I wouldn’t say no for a free ride.” She proudly folded her arms, not minding the dark and hot gaze from him. She was slowly being sobered.

Jackson, on the other hand, was amused. She had never acted seductive previously, rather, she was meek and innocent. She was completely different from who she was back then.

Finally regaining from his thoughts, the grip he had on the steering wheel tightened and he clenched his jaws.

“Don’t wear something revealing next time, Airina.”

 “You have no right to control what I wear.”

He smirked, “I am only worried.”

She scoffed, “Funny coming from you.”

“Airina, I…”

“Mind the road.”

Jackson dumbfoundedly nodded his head. Her changes were hard to deal with.

Jackson moistened his lower lip, “You haven’t told me your address yet. How am I supposed to take you home?”

Airina slowly opened her eyes and glared at him. “Stupid driver.”

Jackson was in disbelief that Airina just blurted such words. He released an irritated sigh and drove slower.

Airina looked at him, “House Number 86, block 5, Sunlight Street, City A.”

“You purchased a new home?” His voice contained curiosity and a shocked tone.

Airina heaved a breath, “Found it hard to believe?” She mocked, “It was easy for me to believe you had an affair with Nicole.” She followed it with a mocking, slow laugh.

In her voice, there was no trace of warmth, only hostility and detest were keen on his ears. He frowned and responded, “Nicole and I… We’re nothing.”

 She tilted her head, “It doesn’t concern me any more of whatever your relations with others.”

Jackson arched his lips as he had no other way to express how easily he was defeated by Airina’s cruel words. It struck him that they had already divorced, thus these things were not in any of her concerns. He wanted to do something to prove that there was something between them, yet what could be the befitting action for that?

“… I see.”

Airina didn’t bother with him anymore and breathed out. The entire ride felt quite suffocating and awkward but at least they managed to arrive safely.

Jackson helped Evan to get out of his car, supporting him with his hand on his waist and Evan’s arm around his neck. Who would have thought that the CEO Georgiñia would stoop this low just to take them home? Airina found herself wondering the same thing.

She had Jackson put Evan in his bedroom who easily went back to his sleep.

“Leave, then.” Airina, who opened the door fully for him to leave, called Jackson with her cold voice. Jackson turned to her and frowned.

“Are you not even going to give me water?”

Airina scoffed, “This is not your home.”

Jackson nodded his head, “All right, I will drink my own, let me borrow—”

She clicked her tongue, “Right, I should treat a driver equally. Hurry up.”

He yielded and took the time to look around. Airina bought a great house to live in, definitely different from what she had back then – shabby, and things inside were either broken or about to get broken. Their slippers had holes, and even their blankets appeared to have gone through so much. Somehow, it tickled his heart.

On the other hand, while Jackson was observing and praising the interior designs, Airina was having the wreck of her life. The zipper of her gown was entangled with her hair at the back. She couldn’t even untie it because it was out of her reach, and she was also losing consciousness from drinking that wine. She touched her head, remembering Jackson, and groaned.

“I won’t ask for help even if I wait for tomorrow’s sunrise.”

She grumbled, taking a deep breath, and looking at her reflection in the mirror. She leaned closer, wiping the smudged lipstick off her mouth as her eyes flickered upon remembering something.

Airina frowned recalling when her lips almost touched his. She then unwillingly removed such thoughts with a shake of her head. She looked away to turn around. But Jackson’s leisurely and calm demeanor while leaning on the doorframe greeted her. Her eyes slightly shook at his sight and stepped backward.

“What are you doing here?”

He tilted his head, “You’re sure you don’t need my help with your dress? It looked entangled with your hair.”

Airina flinched.

She lifted her chin, “You’re mistaken. You’re done drinking, so leave.”

However, he walked towards her, grabbed her shoulders, and turned her around.

He let out an exasperated sigh, “Asking for help is easy. Besides, can you really sleep in this suffocating gown?”

She bit her lower lip, “Then, shut up and untie that.”

He snickered, “Sounds very threatening, Airina.”

She rolled her eyes, glaring at Jackson using the mirror in front of her. Their breaths collided with every flutter of the wind, and his hands gently brushed against her back as it undid whatever the problem on her back was. His eyes focused on what he was doing, and his tall dominated hers. She lowered her gaze as the faint smell of the wine she drank drifted in this starry night.

Jackson frowned, rotating the hair that got tied up with the zipper. And after a long time, he finally got her hair out of the way and wordlessly pulled the zipper down. It was an unconscious move but neither of them knew where it was going. Jackson, who noticed what he was doing, suddenly halted as his cheeks heated up.

Airina flinched when she felt the zipper down, but she was also incapable of saying something – both of them were unmoving, as their heartbeat mixed with their breaths clashed against each other – distinctive of what their hearts truly felt.

Airina hesitantly faced him, “T-that much is enough….”

Not wanting her to finish her words, Jackson leaned down and before she knew it, a pain wafted from her back but something warm licking it soothed the pain, making her release a faint ‘Ah’ that both of them found… enticing.

Airina covered her mouth in shame as Jackson’s hands on her shoulders also momentarily stopped. Holding her breath, he pulled his head back and smiled at her.

“It seemed you like biting for real, don’t you?”