The Devil's Good Girl
Chapter 63: Are we going too fast?

Chapter 63: Are we going too fast?

"Sparkling," Fil whispered, barely catching her breath as her voice left her throat before she knew it. "It’s sparkling."

Was she still dreaming?

Fil rubbed her eyes, assuming it would fix the problem. When she looked around her apartment, her jaw nearly hit the floor. Her place was sparkling clean. The walls were lighter as if it was newly painted. There was not a single dust or fingerprint on the windows, and the floor was shining — she could even see her reflection!

Fil was organized at home; she liked it when everything was in place. It was the main reason she had to stay up longer the other night after work just to clean and find a place for the rack of clothes Dustin sent to her place. However, she was not a clean freak, nor did she have the energy to keep her place spotless.

"What... happened here?" she wondered with a gaping mouth. "It’s impossible that he did it, right?"

Fil looked back at the bedroom. Jackson was nowhere in sight. She woke up without him, assuming he had already left early in the morning.

"Or am I seeing things?" she murmured, shaking her head. "Maybe it just looks clean because the curtains were open."

Convinced, Fil resumed her steps to the kitchen to get herself a coffee. She went by her usual morning routine, making a well-deserved coffee on the weekend. But as she did so, she couldn’t help but take the frying pan from its drawer after catching a glimpse of it.

"Huh?" she scrunched up her nose, seeing her reflection on the bottom of the pan. "Did he buy a new one?"

How baffling.

Last night, her place wasn’t a mess, but it wasn’t as spotless either. But now, even the burnt bottom part of the frying pan was gone.

"He didn’t look like a clean freak," she muttered, thinking Jackson was a nasty person. Not just because of his perverted fantasies, but also because he wouldn’t mind drinking in the same glass with her. He would even use his cutlery to feed her.

As Fil was wondering what happened while she was asleep, she heard the main door unlocking. She turned her head, taking careful steps to check who was entering her place. At this point, her anxiety was skyrocketing.

Was it because others had trespassed her place not long ago? And the fact that her landlord would just give away spare keys to a stranger raised a lot of security concerns. Thus, Fil carried the frying pan with her in case it was an unexpected intruder.

Her breathing slowed down, watching the door with bated breaths, ready to attack. But when she saw the person coming in, Fil exhaled deeply.

"Hmm?" Jackson slowly set his eyes on her, only to furrow his brows. "Were you crying?"

"Do I look like I’m crying?" she replied sarcastically, showing him the frying pan in her hand. "I almost crushed your head."

Jackson gazed down at the weapon in her hand and smiled. "Did you think it was an intruder?"

"What do you expect?" Fil sighed, turning her back on him to go back to the kitchen. "First, an entire crowd intruded into my apartment. To make it worse, they were carrying me on a stretcher. And then last night. I came home with a man in my kitchen because apparently, my landlord forgot their tenant’s contract."

"I’d say your landlord is just gullible, or perhaps it was my fault. I look too trustworthy."

Fil rolled her eyes as she stood in front of the coffeemaker. She huffed and looked back. "Coffee?"

"Sure, thanks." Jackson placed the groceries on the dining table. "I stepped out to buy some breakfast, but then, I thought I hadn’t impressed you enough."

"Breaking into a person’s house is not impressive," she remarked, carrying two mugs of coffee before sitting across from him. "Here."

"Thanks, sweetheart."

"Goodness." Fil sighed, glancing at the groceries on the table. "What did you buy?"

"Bae."

"Bae?" she knitted her brows. "What’s that?"

"Bacon and eggs."

"Oh."

"Did you think I was calling you?"

"Huh?"

"Never mind." Jackson chuckled. "I am learning cute little endearments youngsters use nowadays. I should’ve known you won’t have any idea."

"Jokes on you," Fil laughed. "I live in the past."

The smile on his face faded a little, watching her take a sip of her coffee. When she felt his gaze, lines appeared on her forehead.

"What?" she asked. "Why are you looking at me as if I said something weird?"

"Nothing, sweetheart." he offered a smile, reaching for the coffee she prepared for him. After a sip, he looked at the coffee and then back at her.

"It’s good, isn’t it?" she said excitedly.

"You like it bitter?"

"Not really, but I thought you liked it that way."

"I’m impressed." Jackson nodded approvingly, watching her smirk proudly.

"By the way, did you clean the house?"

"Why?"

"Can’t you see? It’s spotless. Even the bottom of the pan is clean."

"Oh." Jackson rocked his head. "No, I didn’t clean it."

"Are you sure?"

"Do you think I would rather clean this house all night instead of keeping myself in the comfort of your arms?"

Fil wanted to say more, but what kind of rebuttal was needed in his response? To be honest, she had no idea. It was pointless.

"Maybe it looks cleaner because I’m here!" Jackson assumed. "People say wherever I am, my presence makes the place a hundred times more pretty."

"Being overly confident is also a turn-off," she blurted out, only to see him shrug.

"I’m not confident, just honest. It was a word of another man, not mine." Jackson picked up the groceries. "Enjoy your coffee while I prepare your breakfast, mademoiselle."

Fil shook her head in disbelief, letting him take over the kitchen while she enjoyed her coffee. As she sat there in the dining, alone, listening to the sound in the kitchen, Fil gazed at Jackson. The smile on her face slightly faded, realizing how comfortable she was around him.

Jackson intruded into her place last night without telling her, but she was fine with it. Aside from the careful embrace, he didn’t touch her anywhere else. And now, he was in the kitchen after buying some stuff for breakfast.

’Are we going too fast?’ she wondered, keeping her eyes on his broad back. ’Now that I think about it, I didn’t have a nightmare last night.’

Fil massaged her nape and looked away, pressing her temples mildly. ’Filomena, you better watch your heart. Otherwise, you’d be in great danger.’

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