D for Depression [ On Hold ]

Chapter 33: Wild Thing

''Yes.''

''Honestly?''

''Yes.''

The thought of being able to ask him openly about anything blows my mind. I don't even know what I will choose. About his past? The drug dealing? The scars on his chest? There are so many questions in my head, I feel I'm about to burst.

''Okay. Let's do it.''

''Don't you want to know what I'll get in return if you lose?''

''I won't lose.'' I say, shaking my head.

''Someone's cocky.''

''No. I just know there is no way your film knowledge will expand farther than Godfather, Braveheart and Kill Bill.''

''Ouch.'' He says, touching his heart. ''That hurt baby.''

''Not my fault.'' I answer shrugging off my shoulders.

''Confident. I like it."

" Go on. "

''Okay.'' He says, tapping on his bottom lip.

I watch him, pretending he is thinking about a good quote, as if he hasn't already one in the back of his head.

One of the things I learnt about Jackson over the time we spent together, is that he always has a plan. There is no way he would offer me a deal, without knowing the exact line he was going to use. He likes to be one step ahead of things. And honestly, I don't mind it at all. No matter how crazy it may sound, this gives me some kind of security.

I am safe with him.

''Alright. Ready?''

''Yes.''

''Do or do not. There is no try.''

What?

''That's it?''

''Yep.'' He says carelessly.

''But...''

''What, you don't know it?''

''Give me a second.'' I answer stubbornly.

Think Daphne. Think.

There is no way you are losing this. It must be from one of this bloody gangster trash, that most men watch.

But no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't find it. My mind was blank, like a tabula rasa.

Oh shit.

''You really don't know it.'' Jackson exclaims, surprised.

''I-I know it. I just need more time.''

''No, no. We didn't say anything about time baby. You answer now or you lose.''

He looks really satisfied with himself and I can't help, but let my competitive side take over.

''One more.''

''No. We agreed it was the last one.''

''Come on!''

''No.'' He says chuckling.

I huff annoyed crossing my hands under my chest, until a devilish idea comes into my mind.

I bent over the table, catching Jackson off guard. My hands stay locked under my chest, giving a little push to my cleavage. The sudden act drawing his attention.

I know my red polka dot dress had a great impact, considering how many times he said I looked beautiful in it and I'll make sure to milk it all the way.