Jackson’s expression hardened at the words. There’s no way he’d agree to that. “You’re drunk…” he said before he closed the door in her face and went over towards the driver seat.
After he got into the car, she starts hitting him again. “I hate you! You bastard!?” he then pulled her into his chest, trying to calm her down. She had every right to get angry with him.
“You can hate me as much as you want, Brooke…But promise me you won’t leave.” He said, burying his face on the crook of her neck. Tears were streaming down her face. She can’t understand why he did this to her. This is very unfair.
After a long silent pause, and she finally felt better, he pulled away.
His anger rose up again as his eyes take what she’s wearing tonight. He was too busy punching the douchebag earlier, he d
