Sold? Oh Please.

Katherine frowned as she paced her living room. She kept looking at the clock and biting the nail on her thumb. How long? How long?! She checked her call log, just fifteen minutes? Why did it feel longer?

Who was the wicked person in charge of time that always that always made it slow down when you needed it to move quickly?!

And what the hell was taking them so long?!

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"Where did she go? Tony's?" 

"No sir, I can't tell."

Jason's eyes darkened and he glared the man standing before him into cowering submission. "What the hell do you mean by you can't tell?" 

"Sh- she didn't take the car sir." 

"What?" He spat.

"You're.... I mean, your..."

"Spit it out already!" He yelled.

"Director. Song took her." He quivered and blurted out instantly. 

"Paul? Paul was here in my manor?" Jason huffed. "That traitor."

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"Jessie!" Katherine gasped as he ran and wrapped her arms around Jessie as soon as she arrived with Paul close behind her.

"He... he..." she hiccuped, she began to sob again. Something about being with a friend just made her dam of emotions break.

"It's okay, it's okay." Katherine soothes her. Looking up at Paul who shook his head. "It's okay, you're okay, you're okay here." 

"Come, sit." She lead her to the couch where she leaned on Katherine as the tears just kept pouring. The sat with her like that, for a while before she finally calmed down and sat up.

Retreating further into the chair she hugged her legs to herself and rested her chin on her knees. Looking so lifeless it broke Katherine's heart as well.

Paul annoyed by the situation, he hated the way she looked and he hated that he had no idea what was going on. One moment he was wondering how to spend a boring night, next he got a distressing call from Jessie begging him to come get her. 

"So what happened?" He finally broke and asked.

Katherine shot him a glare and a warning but he replied with a shrug and "we have to know. I basically kidnapped you from Jason. I should know." He stated firmly. 

"He told me to leave himself, don't worry you didn't kidnap me." She said, looking down at the floor.

"What?"

"He told you to what?" They said simultaneously. 

"He told me to leave his house!" She screamed. "He's getting married to Patricia and I am no longer needed."

"That news is true?" Katherine asked with so much confusion on her pretty features. 

"Are you sure?" Paul asked and both women sent him chilling glares. He swallowed, nodded and backed off.

"I didn't believe that for one minute. He wouldn't marry Patricia even if pigs flew." Katherine frowned. 

Jessie frowned as well, she had been hurt Yes. She felt broken yes, but she couldn't, she just couldn't believe it. She assumed that was because she was in love and the works. The stuff about an incorruptible part of her being corrupted by love and all that bullshit. Because right now it felt like bullshit. She knew it was too strange and too sudden. She knew it, but how does she convince that useless heart of hers that was all so ready to get broken.

"Why then did he say so?" Katherine wondered out loud.

"Do you know if perhaps his father or someone maybe Patricia scary grandpa is threatening him?" Jessie asked Paul.

"You don't believe him?" Paul asked.

"How could I? I know more than anyone how much he hated Patricia and her family, even more than I did. How can I suddenly believe that?" She said.

"So why did you...?" He trailed off, not knowing the words to say that wouldn't offend her. Or in general not knowing the words to say. 

"Did I leave? Why did I cry? Because even though I know there's an underlying reason I just don't know what it is. I love him, so some part of me is hurt." She explained. "Some soft, naive and expectant part of myself is broken and believing. Besides he said some pretty hurtful things." She said. 

Paul smiled. "If anyone wouldn't believe Jason it would be you." 

"If anyone would be patient enough to figure this out it would be you." Katherine added.

"Oh no, you misunderstand me. I'm not patient or unbelieving." She started an unbelievable amount of rage seeping into the broken pieces of her and sealing them up. "I didn't want to love him, he was such a jerk to me the first time we met. Granted he changed and he was... kind. But I did not want to love him. I was all on my own and he came seduced me and made me fall for him so hard I was willing to let go of everything. I did not want to love that jerk but now I do. And I never do anything haphazardly." She said. 

"Jessie..."

"He can't just cut me off like this. I won't let him, even if I have to go object to the wedding right before the entire world I will burn down this earth until he gets his senses back." 

Paul watched her in awe, thanking the stars over and over and over again that he was not on Jason's shoes. Yes, Ofcourse his friend was being a big ass. But the look in Jessie's eyes wasn't one of a passionate lover fighting for her love. This was pure, unadulterated rage and hunger for vengeance. She wasn't asking for his love, she was demanding it as it was her right.

Paul didn't know what propelled Jason to make this decision but he knew whatever the reason that it was the wrong one, because the consequence was an outraged Jessie. 

"So what is the plan?" Katherine asked. "You already left as he told you to."

"Yeah... but I didn't really leave. I just took clothes for a few days, I wouldn't leave behind all those clothes." She shook her head. "If there's anything that jerk got right it's my style. And there a so many clothes in that house to last me years." 

"So you're going back for your clothes?" Paul teased.

Again, another pair of eyes shooting him icy glares. He nodded again and backed off.

"I was going to stay for a few days but I won't give him the satisfaction of thinking he was intelligent enough to outsmart me." She said.

Again Paul felt bad for his friend. 

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Jason stood in Jessie room scanning the area with a frown. "She didn't take anything?" He asked the maids standing behind him.

"No sir, just a small bag." 

"What the hell was she thinking! This would make me resentful?" He spat angrily. 

"No... I was thinking, like hell I'm leaving this manor."