Author's Note: To the guests that've been reviewing thank you so much. I've always been proud of this and You Don't so it's nice to see others enjoying this as well.

To Trudes, please get better. I miss seeing you review this. I saw the message about you getting better and I'm really glad about that so please keep getting better.

Song for this chapter is One More Night by Maroon 5. I've been planning to use this song for months now.

Also this does have a slight trigger warning for rape. It doesn't actually happen but I still wanna warn you guys.

Disclaimer: I own nada

Lisa froze at the contact. He was being forceful, but not rough. The hand he'd grabbed her arm with moved to her face while the other held her close. As much as Lisa hated to admit it the kiss wasn't unpleasant. When Jackson pulled away Lisa stood there, staring into his ice blue eyes. "What-what was that?" She asked, slowing regaining her composure.

"If you're to be my wife then you need to be ready for my affections. Hugs, kisses, et cetera, they're all things you have to be prepared for." Jackson explained coolly.

"Et cetera? Just how far are you expecting to go?" Lisa asked, starting to pull away from him.

"You'll be my wife. I expect everything a husband expects from a wife." he said, moving his hands to Lisa's wrists. "If you refuse me I will use force."

Lisa pulled her hands away and stepped back. "No. You know full well I refuse to let that happen again!"

Jackson stepped towards her, putting her back against a wall. He reached up and tilted her head up towards him. "If you do anything to resist me I still have leverage. You've been obedient so far and your friends are still alive. Don't start rebelling now. I'd hate to kill Cynthia, she's so innocent, didn't do anything. But you care about her and she can be used as leverage. Speaking of which, I said I'd release her when the divorce was done. For now she stays here."

"You told me to come get her. You're going back on what you said," Lisa argued. "You said you wouldn't lie or deceive me."

Jackson paused for a split second before backing away from Lisa. "I'm sorry. I keep contradicting myself. Go, I told you to come get her so take her and go. I'll deal with the divorce."

Lisa hesitated before grabbing Cynthia's hand and pulling her out of the house. Once they were in the car and leaving the neighborhood Lisa apologized that Cynthia was put in danger. Cynthia assured her that she hadn't been harmed, merely scared. Lisa informed Cynthia that she'd asked Ryean to keep an eye on her.

True to his word Jackson took care of the divorce. Most of it he did on his own, however there were time that he had to meet with Lisa so she could sign paperwork. Over the weeks that passed Lisa loosened up around Jackson. She still tensed when he would kiss her, but it didn't freak her out anymore. If anything she only hesitated because the logical part of her brain was telling her he's the same man who tried to kill her and was ripping her marriage apart.

Just before everything was finished with the divorce Jackson asked Lisa to come over. She obliged, expecting to sign some papers and leave. However when she arrive she noticed Jackson was drinking something and had his jacket thrown on the couch, rather than hung up. She walked up to where he was sitting at the counter. Upon getting a better look at him she noticed the dark circles under his eyes and flushed cheeks. "Jackson are you okay?" Lisa asked.

He looked at her, smiling wearily. "Caraline wasn't kidding when she said I'd fallen behind in the game. That cup she'd dated is better than I gave him credit for."

Lisa gave him a confused look. "Cop? Who?"

"Dake or Dave or something." Jackson said, having to think far too much about his words.

"Danny? Daniel Gunther?" Lisa asked.

Jackson clapped a hand on the counter. "Yes! That was his name! He's been toying with me. Threatening to take you from me."

"Take me? Why would Danny try to do anything to me?" Lisa asked, quite startled.

Jackson stood up, wobbling slightly. He walked over to Lisa. "Because Leese, I'm protective of you. I hate the thought of any man besides me being able to call you his," he said, running a thumb over her cheek. "You're mine Leese, no one else gets you." He continued, his other hand moving to hold Lisa's hip.

"J-Jackson, slow down." Lisa stammered.

He leaned down, burying his face in her shoulder. "I've missed you Lisa. Five years away is too long. Please just spend one night here?"

"Not tonight Jackson. You're drunk and I'm still married. Now please get your hands off me," she said, fighting to keep her voice even.

He pulled his head off her shoulder. "Why's it matter? You're mine. It's just a bit longer until it legal."

Lisa pulled her hands up and put them on Jackson's chest, trying to push him away. "Jack stop. I'm not about to do anything with you when you're drunk."

"I'm just a bit tipsy. I haven't had that much to drink," Jackson tried to counter.

List tried to slide sideways to get away. "Jack I can smell the alcohol on your breath. Please just stop."

"Is it that much of a problem?" Jackson asked, backing off a bit.

Lisa nodded, crossing her arms over her chest. "Its a very big problem when you're drunk and trying to rape me. Was there an actual reason you called me over here?"

Jackson leaned backwards against the counter as he slowly ran through a mental check list. "I needed to know if I'd told you my job."

"You haven't. In your state of mind I don't think you should try telling me anything important," Lisa said.

Jackson nodded, grabbing his glass and downing the rest of his drink. "Sorry for wasting your time." Lisa didn't say anything else before walking out.

Upon walking into Cynthia's place Lisa was assaulted with a hug from Cynthia. "Lisa! Where were you?"

Lisa returned the hug, letting her emotions out. "Jackson needed to talk to me but," she paused to pull away slightly, "but he had been drinking. He tried to come onto me."

Cynthia gave her a sympathetic look, wiping a tear off Lisa's face. "Hey Lisa it's okay. He didn't do anything did he?"

Lisa shook her head, "No, but that's not the only problem." Cynthia gave her a questioning look, moving to grab a tissue box. Lisa grabbed a tissue and blew her nose before continuing, "My complaint was that he was drunk. Cynthia I was okay with the thought of sleeping with that man. I only objected because he was drunk."

Cynthia hushed her and hugged her again. "It's okay Lisa. You should go to bed. You're tired."

When Cynthia pulled away Lisa nodded and headed to bed. Although she was tired sleep refused to come. Lisa couldn't stop thinking about how comfortable she'd gotten with Jackson.