"Jack, what's that supposed to mean? You can't possibly want us both?" I snapped.
Jack just grunted.
My blood pressure skyrocketed, "You think you're some king, wanting a whole harem?"
I hung up and took a sip of my bubble drink.
Oh, the agony—when did my shining moonlight dim so much!
I pocketed my phone to go check-in.
After half a year with Jack, between his random gifts and the initial five million, I had racked up $6,200,000. I was set to retire somewhere nice!
Yet, before I could check in, someone scooped me up and carried me right out of the airport.
"Jack, put me down! I've got my ticket all ready!"
"With the real lady back, why keep me? Isn't that awkward?"
I struggled relentlessly.
But for Jack, I was nothing but a feather.
With his gym-honed muscles, he easily carried me away.
He dumped me in the car, and the driver peeled out before I could even ask to get off.
"Jack, how can you do this to your ex?" I exploded.
Jack turned to me, his eyes stormy.
"Is this why you're ditching?" he asked.
I nodded firmly.
He looked me over seriously, then unexpectedly laughed.
"Go back and check. If you don't like her, I'll send my lady packing," he said.
My face was a mask of confusion and shock.