Reborn For Revenge

Reborn chapter 5

JACKSON'S POV

I must admit that I really find my sister weird. I watched quietly as she withdrew to my chest again, her heart beating fast, her temperature risen and her entire mood tense. She seemed like someone who had heard devastating news.

First, it was the incident at my mother-in-law's apartment. Next was her allergic reaction to puddings that Sophie phoned me about.

My sister is the only Maya that I know. She is my Maya. My Maya L. My one and only adorable sister. Or is this some kind of psychological disorder?

I immediately made a mental note to speak to her doctor.

“What is it about this Maya?” I asked slowly and silence confronted me.

“Maya, please talk to me. At least, you must know to a reasonable degree this Maya is” I compelled her to talk but to no avail.

She stood up suddenly and I could see tears clouded in her eyes. Soon, it started spilling in drops. Her lips trembled as she tried to use the back of her palm to wipe them off.

“I'm sorry if I said anything wrong but I wasn't lying. I do not know anybody except you by the name Maya” I explained calmly.

“Alright” she finally replied.

MAYA'S POV

I reacted out of character but I don't care. Here with me is the man I love with all my life. The man that gave me comfort when I was maltreated by my mother and twin sister. The man that made me see my true worth.

I walked up the stairs, my eyes cloudy and legs moving wobbly. I almost took a wrong step when Jackson's voice saved me.

“Hey. You are coming over to my place” Jackson suddenly announced.

“What of your wife?” I asked not even sparing a glance at him.

“She went over to her mother's”

“It would be so good to finally bless my house with your presence” he gave a light chuckle.

I immediately felt rejuvenated. I climbed the remaining three stairs briskly as I ran to my room.

This is a very good opportunity for me to unravel this whole mystery. But I gave a quick thought again as I sat down on my bed.

This is so hard. How would I control my feelings for Jackson? He still makes me feel nervous and creepy.

“Have self-control” I admonished myself as I continued packing my clothes.

We arrived at Jackson's house late because of the heavy traffic.

“My house would be so glad to receive you. You've not visited me in years” he smiled, ushering me into the sitting room. I gave a broad smile as I remembered all our moments and memories in the house. I glanced over at the couch and recalled our first kiss. I had been very nervous that day when he leaned towards me. It was still our best memory of me so far.

I walked further to the paintings and designs on the wall. Everything was still as it was when I last visited. My eyes found their way to the frame of his sister and him. He had told me that they took that picture when she won her first award that was televised.

“You still recall the day you took this picture? You were so young and ambitious” he laughed.

“I'm still young and ambitious,” I answered, maintaining my character.

“Maybe still ambitious but not young” he laughed mockingly with the aim of teasing and expecting a feigned hurt.

“Well, I never knew you were such a meanie” I feigned tears.

“Oh. Dear sister you know I'd never do anything to hurt you” he stayed in character as we both burst out laughing like our life depended on it.

Just then, I saw a large frame of he and Mara in their wedding dresses. I calmly walked there. It was a very large frame with silver edges. They were so happy in that picture with the way their eyes sparked. He was looking at Mara with all the passion a man can ever have for a lady whom he truly desires. The most surprising feature of the picture was that it was the same wedding dress I had worn on the day of my supposed wedding with Jackson.

“I'd just go change and come back here so we'd make dinner together. I really miss us” he pouted.

“Behind you”

I walked into the guest room and sat down dejectedly. I suddenly felt miserable and jealous of my sister. Why was she always after everything I like? Anyways, I will be getting my answers soon. I got into the bathtub and drowned in the lukewarm water savoring its sensation and pleasantness. After a thorough wash, I changed into my pajamas and walked towards Jackson's room.

“Jackson,” I called out.

“In a minute” he shouted out loud for me to hear.

“You are taking forever in there” I replied as I opened the door. I immediately regretted doing that but I just couldn't go outside again. My legs suddenly got stuck to the floor and my heart palpitated loudly and very fast. There was Jackson standing in his towel wrapped around his well built torso, his body dripping and his hair scattered. My s****l euphoria was already stimulated and I could swear that I was already dripping. Good Lord! This is pure torture. I swallowed nothing as my eyes were still fixed on his manliness.

“You sure don't know the meaning of privacy. You still think we're children?” He gave an awkward laugh, obviously getting creepy because of the way I was staring at me.

“Are you fine?”

He just made a very big mistake approaching me in this situation. Soon, he was standing at me leaving a small distance between us. I could feel my whole body craving his touch and urging me to fill the space between us.

I took an inch closer, completely filling up the distance as my breasts came in contact with his bare body. Immediately, I raised my feet claiming his lips in a hot kiss.

“What the hell?!” He shouted, slapping me hard in my face.