Chapter 6: Digital Password
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Hearing those words, tons of embarrassing memories suddenly flashed onto Irene’s mind.
She recalled herself desperately crawling onto Jackson, her mouth widely opened as if she was too greedy in c**k and s*x.
“Oh my gosh…” Irene gasped, covered her mouth with both hands and gave Oliver a look in disbelief. “D-Did I just try pushing myself onto you?”
“Not just tried. You almost succeeded because no matter how hard I tried stopping, you’re fighting back,” Jackson answered casually, placing the cooked fish on the banana leaf.
“However, if that’s the only thing you remember, then you’re lucky,” he added, his lips curving into a smirk as he looked Irene in the eye. “Or do you want a detailed scenario of what happened last night?”
“No!” Irene exclaimed, covering both her ears. “I don’t want to hear anything coming from your mouth! You’re just lying!”
“Lying?” Jackson’s smirk widened. “If I’m lying, then why is your expression telling me that you’re already remembering something—”
“Stop! Stop it!”
Irene stood up and ran away from him, making Jackson chuckle as he shook his head.
“Don’t go too far!” Jackson reminded her, shouting a little as they were already at a quiet distance. “And even though you do, nothing will change. You still went down on me last night—”
“Shut up!” Irene shouted back, not wanting to hear anything from him anymore.
At that time, Irene had a dilemma: whether to walk further, where Jackson wouldn’t see her, or just stay within the vicinity for safety purposes.
After minutes of pondering, she chose the latter.
“God.” Exhaling sharply, she sat on the ground, letting the sand make contact with the lower part of her body. “Why did that oyster need to have an aphrodisiac in it?”
‘And why did I even have a hard time controlling myself even if I consumed it?’ asked Irene at the back of her mind, frowning.
As the Vasquez family’s beautiful heiress, Irene was in danger once because someone spiked on her drink, an aphrodisiac.
It made her horny, helpless, and uncontrollable—which was the man’s main goal at that time. That person wanted Irene to sleep with him, but it wouldn’t happen if she was in her sane mind.
Fortunately, Irene was saved by her guards before she could do anything that would make her regret it afterward.
At the same time, Irene had a feeling it could happen again.
‘That is why I trained myself not to be affected every time I consume an aphrodisiac,’ Irene thought, clenching her fists. ‘It was hard, but it became easy for me as time went by.’
Her gaze moved to Jackson, who was now studying the suitcase he got on the beach yesterday.
‘But with him… Why did I suddenly lose control?’
As soon as she asked that question in her mind, flashes of memories surged within her. This time, it was whole.
Upon remembering everything, Irene almost screamed as if she wasn’t able to cover her mouth.
“Oh my f*****g gosh…” she muttered with her eyes widening. “Jackson wasn’t lying. I almost went down on him.”
The scenery of her kneeling in front of Jackson, his c**k slapping on her cheek, made her freeze.
It was only the two of them on the island. No guards were in the place to stop Jackson if he grabbed the opportunity to take advantage of her that night.
Irene was in heat and willing to follow Jackson’s every command like a slave to her owner.
And she was sure that Jackson felt the same lust she had, given how hard he was that night.
“But he never did anything bad to me,” Irene muttered, her gaze fixated on Jackson. “If he also ate the oyster that night and had the aphrodisiac inside his body, how did he manage to control himself? Doesn’t he find me appealing?”
MEANWHILE, Jackson was on the other side, studying the suitcase.
He could feel Irene’s intense gaze at him, and it was sending heat toward his body. But he ignored it.
The suitcase should be his number one priority for now.
‘Although it was in the water for a long time, it wasn’t deformed,’ Jackson said at the back of his mind, his expression laced with amusement. ‘The lock was still intact.’
Seeing how the suitcase was a high-quality one, Jackson was suddenly curious about the things inside it.
‘There could be useful things inside, or maybe a phone, so I could already call for goddamn help,’ Jackson thought.
Jackson tried to open the suitcase but stopped upon realizing it was locked with a digital password.
“Crap,” he muttered in exasperation, trying to hit the lock with his Swiss knife, but it was to no avail.
The lock’s barrier was strong, given how top-notch the suitcase was.
Because of that, Jackson had an idea not to destroy the suitcase as they could use it for future purposes.
“Now, how could I unlock this?” Jackson asked, studying whether he could hack the digital password, but it was impossible without his laptop.
“My father invested money in that suitcase’s brand before,” Irene, who was already beside him, said. “Creating that kind of lock was hella expensive, but seeing you having a hard time opening it, I guess the money was used properly.”
Jackson looked at Irene, trying to focus on her face instead of her cleavage, in which he could see more of her breasts just by looking down.
“Can you unlock it?” Jackson asked, hoping for a positive answer.
“Of course,” Irene answered, her lips curving into a smirk. “But after what you did to me on our first day here, why would you expect me to help you?”
Raising an eyebrow, Jackson asked, “Are you talking about how I mistook your breast for a sandwich?”
Although Jackson said it casually, it still made Irene’s cheeks flush.
“Y-Yes!” she replied, her voice cracking, completely failing in her trying to suppress the embarrassment. “And… And on what happened yesterday!”
“It wasn’t my fault that you couldn’t control yourself,” Jackson smirked. “If only I didn't have the self-control, you would have been crying in regret right now.”
Irene pursed her lips, realizing Jackson was right. She should be thanking him for not taking advantage of her.
Yet here she was, letting her stubbornness take over.
“F-Fine.” She cleared her throat, trying to bury the embarrassment at the back of her mind. “I’ll help you open the suitcase.”
Smiling, Jackson slid the suitcase in Irene's direction.
“How will you open it if you don’t know the digital password, by the way?”
Irene didn’t answer. Instead, she studied the digital lock with her brows furrowed.
“You’re not planning to destroy the lock, don’t you?” Jackson asked, his tone already suspicious. “We can still use the suitcase soon. Don’t destroy it.”
“Of course, I’m not.” Irene rolled her eyes. “Just wait, will you?”
Jackson smirked and raised his hands in surrender. He couldn’t help but shake his head in amusement, seeing how bad Irene’s temper was.
Irene took a deep breath, her fingers hovering over the digital lock.
“This brand has a built-in security flaw,” she murmured, her tone laced with confidence. “It was one of my father’s biggest concerns when he first invested in it.”
Jackson watched with curiosity as Irene swiftly tapped a sequence of numbers.
The lock emitted a small beep, but the suitcase remained locked.
Irene frowned. “Why didn’t that work?”
“Do you really know what you’re doing?” Jackson teased, leaning closer.
“Shut up if you don’t want me to kick your balls,” she hissed.
“Are you sure you’re going to kick my balls? Not lick it?” Jackson asked, teasing Irene more.
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