Chapter 11
Sarah Jones POV
Audacity of that man!
By wrapping his arm around my waist, Jason could have fooled everyone in believing his gentlemanly nature, escorting me through out the party. All but me.
Shamelessly, he had ulterior motive of treating me as his plus one, keeping me hostage by his side.
Worse, he made me meet all his clients and endure all their traumatizing talks.
Any moment I tried to escape, he only tightened his grip on me. He did not even budge when I pinched his arm.
Wish I had claws.
Only when dinner was served, Jason let me sit. Lucky for him because any moment later, I would have taken the stilletos off my aching feet and hit Jason's head with its pointy heels.
A bump would have looked awful on his perfect head.
The kind heart of a person that I am, I still prepared a plate for Jason too, which he declined, saying he does not eat in public. Ungrateful.
Good for me because the food tasted divine and I ended up eating his fill as well. Not to mention, before I finished my serving, Jason already handed me his napkin, claiming he was sure I was going to wipe my face with my sleeves. How chivalrous.
We were still enjoying the party when a brunette came to us.
"Jason. New girlfriend, huh? Won't you introduce me to her?" Her voice an annoying high pitched shriek, immediately assaulting my ears.
Such an art piece. A pop art at that.
Raising my eyebrows amusingly I glanced at Jason.
"Sarah, she is Jasmine."
'His ex-girlfriend' Jasmine chimed in. 'I am so glad I dumped you, you were such a control freak.'
Ex- girlfriend.
Interesting choice, Jason.
My mind took the liberty to imagine them together and how ridiculous they looked made me bit into my lip trying to seize in
the laughter that threatened to flood out anytime.
Oh Jason, now I exactly understand where you come from. Spending time with people like Jasmine can definitely turn one into a sadist.
Hands clenched into fists, gritting his teeth, he calmly replied.
"And Jasmine, she is Sarah, my assistant."
"And his girlfriend." I instinctively stated. Jason all but glared at me.
What? I bit my lower lip.
Was it necessary? Ofcourse it was.
Her annoying smile was irking me. I had to wipe it off her face. Or maybe because I had seen the hurt that crossed Jason's face by her words, and I did not like it.
Only I get to hurt him.
Jasmine seethed with anger. Want some more action?
In the next moment, I tried to kiss Jason. Jason being the dumbest, could not grasp the point that it was merely for the show and tried to push me away immediately but I held onto him until I saw Jasmine leaving, but not before stomping her feet on her ground. Perhaps she was even more dumb than Jason.
"For a perfectionist, you were the worst kisser, Jason."
He shook his head.
"You are so unpredictable, Sarah. Has anybody told you that? I do not know why you were trying to help me, but be careful.'
Leaning down, he came at eye level with me, holding them captive.
"Do not fall for me, Sarah. I might be a perfectionist but I am no perfect man."
With that, he marched away but my eyes followed his every movement. Of how he held his shoulders high, not letting the world know how tired he was. Of how he kept his face impassive, not letting the world know there was pain hidden beneath that strong exterior. Of how he had concealed that beneath that perfection, lay a mess of emotions.
When I found him again, his eyes were red and puffy, a tell tale that a storm had brewed there just a while ago. A storm brew in my heart right then too, and on their own accord my hands moved to grasp his.'His eyes darted to gaze into my own questioningly.
"Come, let's go."
He raised his eyebrows.
'It's an order.'
He shook his head but nevertheless followed me silently.
'Why are you driving in your house's direction?'
'I am kidnapping you.'
Because I can't leave you alone in such a dejected state.
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Settling on the couch, Jason closed his eyes and exasperatedly ran his hands through his hair. I sat beside him.
'Do you want me to hold you?'
Jason snapped his eyes open.
'I am not a baby.' Sighing, he added after a pause.
'Sarah, I am okay.' Liar.
I pulled him such that his head came to rest on my shoulder. Rolling my eyes I spoke.
'I know you are.'
But he wasn't okay because he did not make any attempt to move away, even when I wrapped my arms around his neck, even when I brushed my fingers through his hair, even when I placed a kiss on his temple, he did not move away.
"How did you even end up with a girl like Jasmine?"
"She kind of asked me out and I.."
"Yeah you were so desperate and alone that you accepted."
"Hm"
"I bet break up with her must have felt like redemption. Did it not?"
His laughter reverbrated against the confines of his chest, sending tingles down to my own spine.
"You amuse me, Sarah."
"Really, when I saw Jasmine, you amused me way more Jason."
I removed my hands that were still securely wrapped around him.
Gesturing towards the guest room, I told him to take some rest, and just to lighten up his mood, added as an after thought.
'And trust me, the bed is absolutely sterilized. No bugs. No dust. No germs.'
His lips twitched but the smile did not quite overcame the hurricane that whirled in his eyes.
'Okay, even though your credentials haven't been reliable till now, I will trust you on that, Sarah.'
He got up to leave and just when he was at the door, he turned around. A wave of gratitude glazing them, his eyes spoke even before his lips uttered.
'Thank you.'
When I went in to check on him if he needed anything, he was in a deep slumber. I stared at him for a few minutes, till I realized how creepy that is.
Shaking my head, I decided to sneak out of the room quietly, but my steps halted when his mumbling rang in my ears.
'I am flawed.'
My eyes flew to look at him. His posture gone rigid, creases shadowing his forehead, perspiration coating it.
A heaviness weighed down on my own chest.
Seeing him like that, I was not sure about anything anymore, but I was sure about one thing.
I was not going to add to his problems.
Everybody easily labeled him as a control freak, even I had done the same, but maybe this wasn't in his control. How many times would he have tried not to bother himself with all the imperfections around him. How many times would he have tried not to give into his compulsions.
Despite knowing about his OCD, never once had I attempted to understand him. Shaking my head, I fished out my phone and typed in OCD on the search engine.
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Jason stirred in his sleep. He felt his cheeks being licked. Wait, where was he, why was he being licked? He suddenly remembered being at Sarah's house.
"Sarah! What are you doing?"
Nearly bolting out of the bed, he muttered but as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a white kitten on the bed. Soon, Sarah's laughter echoed in the air.
"Not funny, Sarah."
He tried to wipe his face with his hand.
"I will have to wash my face a thousand times now. I hate animals."
"So would you have preferred me licking your face instead?"
Jason blushed and threw a glare at Sarah which soon transformed into a smirk.
"Then I will have to wash my face a million times."
Did he just disrespect me like that? Sarah thought.
"Then why don't you bleach your lips because I kissed them yesterday."
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Author's Note
Thank you for reading.
Sarah: Vote if you don't want my stilletos to hit your hand.