Chapter 334 You Wouldn't Listen

• Jackson didn’t bother denying that he’d maneuvered me around like a checker on a board.
• The revelation was like a slap that was hard enough to knock me off my feet.
• How long has he been controlling my movements? Distrust boiled under my skin. Steam rising into my head as my temper lifted. I was mentally withdrawing from Jackson. Letting my weight shift away from him. As my body strained from his grip.