I wasn't the least bit surprised when I saw the Mazda sitting out front again. I confidently grabbed my purse and notebook, then walked into the studio. Right away, Jackson called my name. I tried to ignore him and kept walking, but he quickly caught up and grabbed my arm, spinning me around to face him. Instantly I narrowed my eyes and glared at him as I spat, "Get your f*****g hands off of me."
"Or what? Are you going to have your pretend fiance try to beat me up?" he cockily spat in return.
Instantly, my free hand shot up and slapped him across his face so hard that it made his head jerk to the side. When he faced me again, I held up my hand displaying the beautiful diamond ring, right in front of his eyes as I angrily snarled, "It doesn't matter if you believe it, o
