Chapter 5 Tensions

Ashley's POV

The look I gave was enough to tell him how dumb his idea sounds,

"What? That's probably the only safest place you could be right now. Your best friend wouldn't be able to help out, she's going to be in the spotlight and her life would be in chaos if she's found out to be associated with you." He explained in detail, I need no angel to tell me he had already drafted plans about how and when to strike,

"Even if your house is the last place on this planet earth, I'd rather be on the streets than your place. Who do you think you are? Do you think I'm a call girl whom you picked randomly at a bar and can control? I think you need to have your brain checked. It's already frustrating as it is. Can I go home? So take me home, that's the least you can do for me now," I angrily drew the seat belt to clip it but it wasn't, " like how bad does the universe want to frustrate me?

"Let me help?" He offered, after sharing glances with Tyler,

"No thank you, I am not handicapped. I can do it perfectly." I said irritated, the stupid seat belt was still not working! Before I could think of what to do, he bent over, and help me fix it, the smell from his jacket was pacifying,

"There, all done. Now let's go?" He raised his brows more like mocking me, throwing my face out of the window, I mumbled

"To my place. Coming to work was useless anyway," He deeply sighs then takes a short glance at me,

"Yeah, I know I'm quite stubborn but he was way more arrogant," I told my subconscious,

"Your wish is my command, ma'am" I gave a mock bow the turned to Tyler,

"Take us to her place."

"But sir_" Tyler began with a worried look,

"No buts, just drive us there." He stated, Tyler looked at me then at him before turning on the ignition.

"Was he telling the truth when he said my place was jam-packed with the media people?" I just couldn't give in till I saw it myself.

Peters Residence.......

The butler walked in, his broad and huge statue was wonderful and fitted the position perfectly, he had worked for the Peters since he was younger, and in his hands sat a letter from someone the Peters had been expecting his visit.

The laughter from the living was beginning to turn into a loud ululation, he walked in interrupting their discussion,

"Good afternoon sir, this letter came in today and this is for you." He stated,

"For us?" He stretched his hand to receive the letter, and his wife's gaze follows,

"Yes sir." He affirmed,

"And whose address does it say it came from?" Mrs. Peters pressed on,

"From your son, Mr. Jackson, sir." He answered,

"Has it gotten to the level Jackson now writes to us? What are we? In the 15th century??" His voice raised in anger,

"I want you to write back to Jackson, and tell him we demand to see him unfailingly tomorrow night or else we'll be forced to do what he won't like us to do". The butler stood still confused, he was already tired of the fuss between the two parties, he grabbed the letter and left,

Ashley's POV

From afar, I saw the crowd waiting outside for my return, I had just been lucky to have left the house before they arrived,

"Shit! What the hell are they doing in my house?" I bite my lower lip in anxiety,

"Well, I told ya, it was a bad idea to come to your house," I stated resting his head on the seat properly,

"You are Jackson Peters. You could do something to prevent this!"

"We wouldn't be here if I'd known what to do." The smirky look on his face just gives me chills,

"This is bad, really bad." I exhale then inhale the aftermath,

"What? Don't be surprised. They were much more than this when we were last here." He smiled,

"What's amusing? This is a serious matter." I took a deep breath and then said,

"I can't believe I'm about to say this but I guess I have no choice." His place was the last option and staying over at Jenna's would be bothersome,

"My house doesn't bite." He said I threw my face out of the window ignoring him, I heard him laugh before the car zoomed off to his place.

30 mins later........

The car diverted from the initial route I remembered taking when I returned from his place, we weren't on the right route and now I was beginning to get worried, we'd been driving for minutes now,

I swiftly turned to him,

"Where are you taking me to? This doesn't seem like the route to your house or am I wrong?" His nice dentition showed in a beautiful smile,

"You're beginning to get more annoying".

"Yeah you're right, this isn't the route to the house you know of that place is already spotted by the media, and trust me, they'll always be there. Not to worry, we're going to another safe place." He assured me, I looked at him suspiciously he broke into a laugh,

"Even if I'm to kidnap you, I won't possibly get anything from you, so just relax." He replied assuredly like he read my thoughts, I rolled my eyes,

Soon we entered the mansion, it looked so gigantic and more exquisite than his house, my jaw dropped instantly when the gate opened on its own as it sensed the car.

"He uses an automatic sensor gate!" " How rich is this guy?? I immediately grabbed my phone and browsed Jackson Peters, the blog about him showing his network. I turned to him, he looked so different from this picture here. My eye caught a picture of him with a lady, reading the headlines,

"He was engaged!" Somehow I felt annoyed, so I turned the phone off. As soon as the car came to a halt,

"We're here" He announced turning to me to help open the car,

"I can open the car myself, I am not disabled." I stopped him, opening the door as I closed it leaving him inside.

"What's wrong with you Ashley?"