Sold? Oh Please.

"What smells so nice?" Jessie's sweet voice filled the room, and he couldn't help the smile that graced his handsome features. "You're cooking?" She almost squeaked when she walked into the kitchen.

Turning back slightly he frowned, "why do you sound so surprised?" He asked. "I'm I not allowed to cook? In my own house?" 

"Wow... it just surprising to see you do this, it's... unexpected." She smiled. Walking past the kitchens island to where he stood by the stove, with those long legs on display. In his shirt that fell down to her mid-thighs. His smile widened and he couldn't explain the burst of emotion in his heart, it seemed like forever she was in his clothes. Since they moved to the manor she hadn't worn his clothes, and until now he didn't realize how much he wanted her to keep wearing doing do. Her hands snaking around his torso she hugged his back as he skillfully stirred the sauce.

"Although I have to say, I'm not sure if it would be any good." She added.

"Oh? There's only one bad cook in this kitchen, and it's not the person cooking." He teased, waiting for the statement to sink in. Laughing when he felt the sting of her slap on his back he turned off the stove.

Turning to face her he was the one snaking his arms around her waist, pulling her to himself. "Are you really mad?" He asked noticing her deep frown "really?"

Snacking him again Jessie pouted, "why won't you tell me? I already know I can't cook to save my life but I thought I was getting better, tch what's all the fuss about even." She pouted again.

"Do you really want to know how to cook?" 

"Well I mean, everyone is also making such a big deal about it, and they always look down on me behind my back it's frustrating." She hissed, remembering a painful memory of a cooking show. Come to think of it, that was where she met that Chef that Jason hired and fired. How long ago was that?

"Who dares  look down on my girlfriend?" Jason stated in playful seriousness. 

Jessie scoffed, "before you begin to take revenge you should look at the mirror yourself, I heard you and Matt the other day." She huffed and Jason's eyes widened in both shame and surprise. 

Scratching the back of his neck like a schoolboy caught stealing he laughed. "Sorry sorry, fine, I'll take any punishment you give." 

"Oh? But I don't want to punish you, I want to be rewarded instead. It's no easy feat to listen to your boyfriend and his secretary make fun of you without saying anything." She laughed, touching her lips.

Jason brow rose, "I should insult your cooking more often then." He laughed when he realized what she wanted from him.

Smacking his chest again she shut her eyes and puckered her lips in anticipation but she was waiting a while, squinting she opened one eye to see Jason just stand there smiling at her. "What are you doing?"

"Wondering how I got so lucky, wondering how I became so happy." He stated bluntly, watching the red crawl all the way from her ears to her cheeks, he was caught off guard by her shove he accidentally hit the sauce causing the spoon to fly into a projectile motion. Unable to stop it in time the spoon grazed Jessie's jaw and hit the island behind her. 

"Ow!" She flinched, raising the back of her arms to wipe away the burning sauce until Jason stopped her hand.

"I'll do it." He explained when her wide questioning eyes met his, "close your eyes" he whispered softly causing. Leaning forward his lips met the soft skin of her jaw, ever skillfully, ever softly he licked away the sauce. The contact of his tongue on her skin caused her to throw her head backward to give him more access. When all the sauce was gone and he lifted his eyes to see her desired hooded eyes she pulled him closer this time taking initiative for the kiss she desired. 

"There's a bit of sauce beside your lip" she whispered stopping his arm this time, "I'll get it." Wrapping her arms around his neck she stood on her tiptoes and kissed the sides of his lips. Leaning back to look into his eyes, "no fair, you're too good at this. Why does this taste so good?" She asked with smiling eyes.

"I know something that's sweeter." He replied. 

"What?" She asked genuinely confused.

"You."

The words were barely out of his lips when he cupped her nape and brought her lips to his, kissing her with the fervency and ferocity of his growing feelings. Holding on possessively to her slim waist, trying to understand how her body could fit so perfectly in his arms, as though she was molded for him specifically. Slanting his lips aganist her he pulled her lower lips into his mouth, biting, sucking. And she returned his passion with intensity of hers, the flavour of his sauce exploding through the kiss. She explored his mouth the way he did hers. Tongues stroking each other, nibbling, sucking, biting. Until her eyes shot open in surprise when she felt him aganist her belly.

"I'm taking you back to bed now." His whispered hoarsely aganist her lips. "I hope your not still sore, I have no intention of being gentle." 

Pulling back she looked into his eyes, and he couldn't understand the emotion in her eyes. "This wasn't my intention, I just wanted a kiss." 

"Well, you get your kiss and more" he smirked slyly, his hands crawling to her butt he hoisted her up forcing her to wrap her legs around his waist. "Are you sure you want to do this?" He asked again.

She smiled, "yes. Take me as wish, I'm yours."

"You'll regret saying that" he whispered into his kisses on her neck. 

"Then make me regret it." 

"Damn Jessie, stop talking, your words can destroy a man. The only thing I want to hear is you screaming my name begging me to stop." 

Pulling his face backwards she laughed, "well I'm sorry to say you won't be hearing me say that, I'll say this instead. Harder Jason, harder"  watching him struggle with his throbbing desire she laughed harder, squealing as he hoisted her up on his shoulders in his race to to the bedroom. 

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"Wake up... hey, wake up Jason." Jason frowned in his sleep, shaking his head he tried to shut his eyes again but his disturbance was even more determined. 

"Hey! You punk, wake up!" Paul yelled and Jason's eyes flew open.

"Until when are you going to keep doing this? You have a luxury suite in the middle of nowhere, a massive manor that has so many room it can house almost the entire city with rooms to spare and the a penthouse at the most expensive building yet you sleep in your office?" He threw his arms in the air waiting for an answer but the only thing that left Jason's lips was a frustrated sigh.

"Fuck... it was a dream?" Jason cursed, running his hands through his messy hair he leaned backwards. Dark circles circling around his eyes, stubble layering his strong jaw line he looked absolutely pale and exactly like man whose girlfriend has been kidnapped by a serial rapist. "Any news?"

"Huh?" Paul frowned wondering what he meant until someone began to speak behind him.

"No... nothing yet and Paradise is refusing to cooperate." Matt replied behind Paul. 

Jason laughed, "I swear I'm gonna kill that bitch." He spat viciously. Looking up at Paul he finally spoke, "she's been everywhere but now she isn't, I can't go home unless I'm taking her with me." Getting up he grabbed his coat and walked out of the room with Paul and Matt hot on his heels.

"Where the hell is he going?" Paul asked but Jason drowned out the sound.

Focusing on her, letting the beautiful memories he had shape and lead him. Letting her kisses and her caresses, the feel of her soft skin and softer body guide him pour all that emotion into his heart. She wasn't here with him, he couldn't watch her laugh, he even missed fighting with her, he missed enjoying her in his clothes. All that and more he poured it into his heart, he had become lazy, he had become complacent. All he had in his life had been given to him.

His enormous wealth, the protection from Paradise, and now he didn't have Paradise to get him his swift results he had been lost. But no longer, he let all that emotion, all that love turned hate and burning fury guide him. They underestimated him, both his parents, but he would prove to them that he was a product of them both. 

He would get her back, and after that he would kill his mother for trying to steal his happiness for the second time. She seemed to have a knack for pulling the rug out from under him. 

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"Hello son" her clam smile taunted him, but he didn't let it unnerve him.. He would get his answer today.