"You came back and didn't even tell me." Paul said with a small smile. "Are you still mad at me?"

Katherine sighed inwardly as she looked at that familiar yet awkward smile, she still loved him. She couldn't even deny it, but it was over between them, if they was anything to be over at all. She wouldn't continue to deceive herself and say that they could still be friends. She finally felt what it felt like to be on the receiving end of someone's attention. She loved Paul but thay had been nothing but a series of endless pain and torture.

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Being with Devon liberated her from that, she wasn't willing to be hurt anymore. "Wanna talk here?" She asked giving Krystal a side eye.

"I'll leave." Krystal laughed awkwardly, "I know when I'm unwelcome." She said walking away.

"Seems like a nice girl, how long do you think she'll last?" Katherine asked playfully.

"Are you serious? Are you that mad at me? Why would I get involved in a minor." He laughed.

"A minor? She should be least twenty." Katherine replied.

"Really? She looks so young, oh well, I hope that clears any doubt. I am not trying to get in her pants." He stated bluntly, with a pout on his lips.

Katherine nodded "lucky her I guess." She said walking off to her office.

"Hey!" He called out following behind her. "I'm a spec!"

"Yeah, yeah sure you are." She laughed naturally.

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"Is this necessary?" Jessie asked Jason as they walked into the black tinted car with bodyguards everywhere. It was too much, two cars in front and one behind. Worse they were being so secretive, making sure no one was in the garage as they got in, apparently so attackers wouldn't know which car exactly they were in.

"Ofcourse it is. I almost lost my mind, or rather I did. This is the second time this is happening to you, do you realise how scary that it for me?" Jason asked.

"I'm fine Jason, really." She responded.

"Not your not." He insisted, pushing away her hair to expose the bruises that stuck out if the turtle neck she was wearing. "And look at how skinny you've become, I hate it."

Pushing his hands away with a sigh, she put her hair back in place, covering up the purple and red. "Which guy has ever complained about a woman being skinny." She frowned.

"Me, this one. You look malnourished, and you and I both know that it's not healthy for you to be like this." He replied.

"Ugh, I'm done with this argument." She huffed rolling her eyes and walking into the car, "I wonder how I never win aganist him." She mumbled to herself as she went in. The first things she noticed was that they was a screen between the driver's compartment and the back seat.

Her brows furrowed in questions she looked to Jason. "I didn't know this model of cars came with screens?"

"It doesn't, I had it customized." He replied.

"Why?" She asked sincerely.

Abruptly he was pinning her to the door with his body, so close she felt his hot breath on her face. "Because my dear, the last time we were in a car like this, we couldn't seem to get any privacy." He whispered into her ear.

If not for the fact that she was incredibly hot and bothered right now she would have scoffed. The things that drive men... she thought about how much it would have cost to get all this and how useless the reason, but immediately he nibbled on her ear she became a squishy mess.

He moved back to look at her face, "what was that for?" She asked, her words coming out as a breath. When he his brow went up in question or amusement? She could swear she felt goosebumps. Jason was classically handsome, he had a perfect face that was no lie. But now looking at him, looking at her with such intensity in his eyes she felt euphoric. She was so elated he looked at her, not anyone else with that gaze. Her finger itching to feel his shiny, swept up black hair. She had felt them before and she knew they were as soft as they looked, even more fluffy and soft than hers were.

"What do you mean?" He asked innocently as his gaze dropped to her plump lips. Then went back up to her brown eyes.

"Nevermind." She said, trying although knowing it was impossible to create some distance so she could be in control of her brain again.

He grabbed her chin and brought her wandering face back to his, stroking her jaw as he did. Her eyes fluttering shut as he neared her for another kiss. But instead he kissed her forehead, then down her nose. Each contact he made, delaying the main kiss made her squirm in anticipation as she bit down on her lips.

Was this what it was like being in love? She seemed to have no control what so ever on her body, it was hallucinating and addicting at the same time. At this point she felt like he could get away with basically anything if he just touched her. The realization frightening the hell of her.

Kissing softly along her cheek he neared her lips ever so lightly finally taking her lips, kissing her with a much fervour as he did the first time. Her idle hands found their way to his jacket as she grabbed his lapel yet again, crumpling it in her fist. Soon he pulled away to let her breathe, slanting his lips aganist hers he licked, nibbled, teased and sucked.

A surprising groan made it's way from the back of her throat, but she stopped it before she could freely let it out. Unwilling to be seem so wanton. This feelings were honestly too real and too raw for her unknowing body to fathom. Jason noticed it and it made him annoyed that she tried to stifle her moan, with a wicked thought in his head he began to kiss down to her neck. As he nibbled on the spot that connected her neck to her shoulder, she threw her head back and her fingers finally found their way to his hair, tossling the smoothed out combed back arrangement he had. Her other hand grabbing on to his shoulders she still held back the moan. Panting after, gosh! He hadn't even done anything yet, why was she squirming like this was her first make out?

Not enough. He thought as his hands made their way around her shirt, his fingers going underneath the fabric he grabbed onto her trim waist and pulled her beneath him, so that she laid down her hair splayed in all directions on the black leather.

Her eyes widened at his abrupt action, but before she had the time to react her claimed her lips again, intent on pulling that moan out of her mouth. He could feel it anytime she was excited because her grip on his shoulders and her fingers in his hair tightened but for some reason she refused to let the sound out her lips.

He almost cursed out loud at the turtle neck she had one, he couldn't kiss lower than her neck so he put his hands on her waist to work, unclasping her bra. His hands left burning trails down around chest as he cupped her, slipping his hands underneath the lace cloth she couldn't hold in anymore. As her head went back and her eyes rolled back in pleasure. Never before has she ever felt that before. She knew that part of a person's body was incredibly sensitive but it was so underestimated as too how much.

A pleasurable cry left her lips, causing Jason to smile victoriously. The victory only fuelling his wicked thoughs, that wasn't enough. He was curious as to whether he could get her to scream his name.

Still high by the sensation shot down her belly she didn't realise when he unbuttoned her jeans and unzipped it. As his hands crept beneath the fabric she pushed him off her as abruptly as he caged her, with strength she didn't know she had. Letting out a displeased growl she held out her arm to stop him from coming closer.

"How the hell do you seem impervious to this?" She huffed, trying to catch her breath.

His brow went up as he stared at her in confusion. "I... I couldn't breath." She panted, her hands around her neck as she put as much distance as she could between them.

"Perhaps if you had let out the air more you would have been able to draw more in." He stated bluntly.

"What's that supposed to mean?" She asked.

"What I mean is that I don't understand why you're suppressing yourself, if you feel excited you moan. I love it when I hear the women I bed scream in pleasure." He said again and with such a blank face that a disbelieving huff left her lips.

"Do you not realise it's never a good idea to speak about exes with your current girlfriend?" She shot him a glare. "How could you be so bold" she murmured to herself as she tried to reclasp her bra.

Jason watched her fumbling hands with curiosity. "It funny how flustered you are after a make out. I didn't even get a chance to do anything with that damned shirt you're wearing." He said, amusement lacing his tone. To hide how desperate he wanted to rip that shirt off her and finish what they started right there in the car. She was even more tempting than he imagined. It was physically straining having to keep himself away from her, especially when she looked like that, Temptation. Her hair ruffled, her lips swollen and moist, and her flustered demeanor. It was physically straining...

Her head whipped to his and she frowned. This is exactly why she didn't want to let go. How won't she be flustered? This was the first time anyone had touched her like this, it was new and incredibly and dangerously pleasurable.

"You didn't get to do anything?" She huffed. "After all that you didn't do anything? I almost screamed out for you and you didn't do anything?!" She yelled, with pent up emotions from the confusion sprung by how badly she wanted him to continue his ministrations on her. The only thing she could do know was lash out at him for being so angry at her treacherous body.

Jason looked at her in confusion, why was she acting up? Her fingers seemed to stop working, seeing as she was still fumbling with her bra hook. He understood why she felt flustered, he did but why did it seem more than necessary?

"Hey, why are you acting so innocent for some reason?" He asked leaning closer to her.

She leaned backwards and brought her hands around herself as a shield. Jason looked down at her crossed hands then as her legs that were pressed together, one long slender leg sitting on top the other, still such a tempting sight as she had not gotten to zipping her jeans yet.

Before he suddenly realized, the way she pushed him off her seemed like a reflex. And with the way she was acting could only be as a result of two things, she had either been forced or she acted as though it was her first time.

He banished the thought that she might have been forced, she never shyed away from any of his kisses before, even now she looked more surprised and cautious than terrified. And that haunted look was missing from her eyes.

He sat back and looked at her with such an intense glare, but also a soft sinister grin playing at his lips. "Are you a virgin?