Forced. { Jackson Wang }

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Jackson's POV (a/n: suprised you didn't it?)
"Now, I want to know the real reason why you didn't want to let me go. Because I know for a matter of fact, you don't give a fuck if somebody would see me wearing this dress." She said and crossed her arms.

Fuck.

"Why would I lie about something like that? I already told you yesterday, I don't like you." I lied. I was scared that people would call my 'fianceé' a slut, but I just couldn't tell her.

"Alright, then I'm going t-" I cut her off.

"I said it before and I'm going to say it again, you aren't going anywhere in that dress!" I said. She chuckled.

What?

"I wanted to say that I'm going to take a bath. Just let me finish next time." She said.

"Oh..."

"Wanna join or what?" She said and laughed.

"Before you say yes, I was kidding." She said. I rolled my eyes.

"I know you were and I wasn't planning on saying yes." I lied.

"If you say so." She winked at me.

Don't give in, Jackson.

She turned around to get a cup and filled it with water. I saw her ring fall off because it was a little too big for her finger. She bowed down to pick it up, exposing her whole bare ass because of the short dress. (A/n: y'all nasty if you think she wasn't wearing panties.)

I swallowed my saliva. She stood up straight and turned around. I quickly looked her in the eyes.

"Wait, were you staring at my ass....?" She asked.

"I-I-" I got cut of by her laughing.

"Since when is Jackson Wang ever speechless?"

"I can be." I said shyly. The doorbell rang.

"I will get that." She said, I nodded and took a deep ass breath.

"Mom? Dad? What are you doing here?" I heard her sweet voice say that from the hall.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Dua's POV.
"Mom? Dad? What are you doing here?" I asked.

"Nice way to great your parents." My dad said.

"I'm sorry, I wasnt expecting you two to be here."

"That's alright. Now, why didn't you tell us you had a fiance?" My mom asked.

"I-I...... it's just that Jackson is a celebrity and I didn't want to rush him into things." I lied.

"A celebrity? I never heard of him." My mom said.

"Well, his name is Jackson Wang, he's 23 and he's a model." I said. They nodded.

"Can we come in?" My dad asked.

"Oh, yeah, right."

"Babe? Can you come here, please?" I yelled.

"Coming!" Jackson yelled softly. He slowly entered the living room looking a little more fancy then before.

I didn't notice until now but Goddamn it, he was hot.

"Hey, I'm Jackson." He introduced himself to my parents.

"Mr. Lipa and Mrs. Lipa." They said. I wanted to roll my eyes, but I didn't.

"Babe, can we talk in the kitchen." I asked. He nodded.