After spending all night and most of the next day in my room not even coming out to eat since I had no appetite through the knots in my stomach, I managed to leave my room just long enough to say goodbye to Kayla and wish her a safe trip. She didn't even ask if I was ok, but I guess she knew she didn't have to. I helped her get her things and put them in the car and off she went. She was gone and there I was, alone.
For days I knew I couldn't let this bring me down so I did everything from cleaning and baking to completely redoing my landscaping around my house, all in my attempt to stay busy. I knew Jason had been home, but relieved he hadn't tried to come over and talk to me. He finally quit calling and I was glad, I didn't want to hear anything he had to say. Sitting on the couch finishing my fourth drink in hopes to numb the anguish I still felt, I decide to go for a swim now that I've ran out of things to do around the house. Just as I'm heading outside, my phone rings, it's Jason. That feeling of not being able to breath followed by a sense of anger hits me. He hasn't called for two days and even though I was relieved he hadn't, I was ready to answer and end this once and for all, so I took a deep breath and picked up the phone
"Katie? Are you there? Please don't hang up." I have to tell him how I feel and I can't hold back. "Yes, I'm here Jason. I need you to stop calling me. Look, I knew it wouldn't work out with us and that's why I tried so hard to ignore how I felt. I finally let myself go and gave in because I thought there was something real between us and just as I feared, it wasn't real at all, I was just another girl to you. I get that now and I've accepted it. So please Jason, just leave me alone. Let's just end this now and pretend we never met. I have to go. Good bye Jason." And I hung up. The thought of moving back home had crossed my mind, just to avoid seeing him again, but now that Kayla was moving here I knew I wasn't going to. I just have to accept that what we had was nice for the short time it lasted, but I can't let myself dwell on, after all I knew it would end up like this. I set my phone down on the table outside and jumped into the pool. I swam up and down the pool over and over again trying to rid myself of this stress. It was now getting dark out and the unwanted emotions were still there. I stop to catch my breath just in time to look up and see Jason standing there looking down at me. How did he get in? I must've left the door unlocked, but I can't believe he had the nerve to just walk in. Feeling angry that he just let himself in, I lift myself up out of the pool to confront him. "What are you doing here? You can't just walk into someone's house. I told you to leave me alone." I brush past him and grab a towel to wrap around myself.
I continue to head back into the house, knowing he will follow, so I can show him out the front door. Just as I came through the entryway at my front door he grabs me and pushes me against the wall. "You're not just another girl to me. You're more than that. You have to know you mean more to me." He leans forward in an attempt to kiss me, but I quickly turn my face away. I pull away from him and grab the door pulling it open. "Just leave Jason." I say calmly. It's hard to believe him even though a part of me wants to believe he means what he says. Without argument he gives me a devastated look and walks out. I shut the door behind him and lock it. I want nothing more to do with Jason Thompson.
I'm not sure what to make of my encounter with Jason, I'm not even sure how I feel about him anymore, I just know I need to do whatever it takes to keep my mind off of him. As I scroll through the news feed on my phone, I get a message. It's from Stacy Matthews, my best friend all the way through Junior High and High School up until she packed up and moved away the summer after graduation. We completely lost touch, but apparently she's been living right here in LA. She must have seen my recent posts about moving to LA because she had messaged me wanting to hang out. Of course I was going to take her up on her offer, anything to get out of this house, anything to be away from Jason. It will be nice to catch up, hard to believe it's been 5 years. We discussed plans and decided we were going to go out tonight, she said her and some friends would be by shortly to pick me up and she couldn't wait to see me. I hurried upstairs to get ready. I don't regret what happened with Jason, if anything it just taught me a lesson, don't let myself fall for someone so easily, especially not a hot celebrity like Jason. I'm young and single in LA, I figured it was about time to start acting like it, so I grabbed my favorite black crop top to show off a little skin and my tight fitting white high waist mini skirt, then to top it all off, I put on my black strappy heels. I let my hair down to show off my perfect wavy curls and gave myself a once over in the mirror, I looked hot and I was glad, I was ready to start living and tonight I was going to have some fun, no more regrets. I hear the car horn outside so I grab my clutch wallet and my phone and outside I went.
There was Stacy, as beautiful as ever, we used to get asked if we're sisters since we resembled each other so much with the same hair and skin tone as well as similar features. She was with another very pretty girl, tall and blonde, and three guys, all three looked like they could be male models, tall dark and handsome, and they were all standing outside the limo, yes a limo, which seems to be the popular means of transportation when going out in LA. You can feel the excitement from everyone yelling loudly all while introducing themselves to me. As we are starting to get into the car, Jason's car slowly drives by. Talk about timing. What better time than me standing there dressed up with three good looking guys standing with us? I know it was probably a slap in the face to him, but I didn't care, this could hardly compare to what he did besides, I don't know any of the guys here nor was I with them for anything more than just them showing up with Stacy. I glance at his car knowing that he's staring right back at me through the tinted glass, I look away and get into the limo. I'm not going to let him ruin my night, tonight is about me having fun without thinking about him.
The music is blaring and everyone is dancing. I'm on my fifth drink, I know I should slow down, but tonight I'm feeling careless. Stacy and I spent the entire limo ride talking about our lives and how much we wished we would've stayed in touch. I forgot how much fun we used to have together, we have danced non stop, Stacy’s friend Lisa, the very pretty blonde who is a pretty well known producer in LA, managed to sink her claws into one of the three tall dark and handsome guys who accompanied us here tonight, Chad, a big shot attorney, Stacy was dancing closely with Ben, an up and coming actor, and I had been dancing the night away with Adam, owner of one the best fitness gyms in LA, he's just my type, average guy who loves staying fit, nothing too complicated about that. We all stayed grouped together, but in pairs. Adam and I danced and drank, just enjoying ourselves, no strings. It was nice really, enjoying the attention from a guy without the emotion that usually comes with it.
The night went on going from one night club to the next and I was having the time of my life. We arrived at our third night club of the night, Stacy insisted I experienced it all, cameras are everywhere outside. "Someone important must be here." Stacy says. I pay no mind to what she says and follow everyone into the club with Adams arm around me. Drinks in hand we are back on the dance floor. I'm not sure why, just a feeling someone was watching me I guess, but I looked over to my right with Adam still dancing behind me and there's Jason. Is he following me? As the crowd separates around him just enough for me to see, I see him dancing with a girl I've never seen before, meaning she wasn't a well known celebrity, just a gorgeous girl who is probably a model, just Jason's type.
A hint of jealous strikes me, but why? I shouldn't care, I can't care. I turn my head and grind closer to Adam hoping Jason is still watching and despite my not wanting to look, I couldn't resist looking to see his reaction. Jason wraps his arms around her waist pulling her closer and just as he does, I pull Adams hands further down just past my hips and on my thighs dancing slower and sexier. It was becoming a game, a competition, just to get under each others skin. Drunk and feeling reckless, I turn my body so I'm now facing Adam, still grinding while his hands hold a tight grip on my ass. I run my hands up to Adams neck pulling him in until there
was no space left between us. Just as I did that, Jason smirked, turned the model around facing him and started kissing her.
Watching him kiss someone else suddenly became too much, I instantly felt a lump in my throat. I had way too much to drink and now I was feeling sick. I had to go, I pulled away from Adam and bolted for the exit.
Once I was outside all I wanted to do was run, run as far away from the club as I could. Cameras were flashing as I pushed through them, they must've sensed some excitement when they saw me running out. I'm stopped by Jason grabbing me and pulling me in his arms to hold me. The paparazzi swarmed us, the flashes were only increasing the dizziness I was feeling. I had to get out of there. "Jason, get me out of here. I think I'm going to be sick." he pulls me over to a nearby car and helps me in. The car sped off, finally away from the paparazzi that surely caught drunk me standing outside the club with Jason. The car gets about a block away from the club when I know I'm about to be sick. "Stop the car!" the driver slows down. "Katie, please don't get out, let me take you home." He must think I wanted to take off, but really, I was about to throw up. "I'm going to be sick. Please stop the car."
The car stops and I jump out and run to the back of the car and just in time because there I was, throwing up, I'm not sure if I was sick from drinking too much or if it was from seeing Jason kissing that model, whatever it was, I was sick. Jason gets out and stands behind me holding my hair. "How could you do this Jason?" Now I'm crying, I never cry and here I am in front of him crying spilling out my emotions. Without saying a word he helps me back to the car and gives me a napkin and some water. Could I have embarrassed myself anymore? What is this guy doing to me? I've lost all control and can't seem to shake this feeling of still needing him.
I must've passed out in the car because I woke up in Jason's bed. I'm relieved when I see I'm still in my little outfit and wearing my heels, meaning nothing else happened. How did I get here? Did he carry me? I look over and he's not there. It's still dark out so I get up to go find him, but first I go into the bathroom to find some mouthwash to get rid of this awful taste in my mouth and see he had laid out an unopened toothbrush by the sink and then I'm reminded that just earlier I was throwing up right in front of him while he held my hair, well that's embarrassing. I brush my teeth and go downstairs to see him still awake on the couch watching TV. Maybe the whole thing with him and Victoria wasn't what I thought, but then again, what if it was? Seeing him tonight kissing that model, made me realize, I still wanted him as much as I wished I didn't. Apart of me was still angry and I just couldn't forgive him that easily. I stood at the end of the hallway looking at him just sitting there, wanting so badly to go over and sit with him, but I refuse to let myself give in. I just need to be as quiet as I can, even though with heels that's nearly impossible, and go home. I turn around and start to go back down the hallway towards the door. "Katie? Katie wait. Just talk to me please." Crap. He heard me.
So much for trying to quietly sneak out. I try to walk faster, but he manages to catch up to me. Shit! That's all I can think to myself. He grabs me and pulls me towards him. He looks at me and I can feel my eyes starting to water. Don't you dare cry Katie, Don't show him any emotion, I try to tell myself. "When I told you I felt something, I meant it. You are not just some girl to me. I fell for you the moment we met. There's no one else I want, just you. Please believe me." I try to pull away, but he doesn't let me and in a way I'm glad because he leaned in and kissed me hard, again lost in the moment I found myself kissing him back. I couldn't hold back how felt. Feeling his lips on mine had calmed me. We were full on making out pressed up against the wall.
One part of me was saying pull away and run home, but the other wanted this. This time felt different, between all of the built up anger and emotions the passion was more intense. I pulled him tightly against me kissing him back. Both breathing heavy and holding each other tighter than we had before, I wanted him, I needed him and I could tell he felt the same. Pulling away briefly to just look into each others eyes, I felt how deeply we wanted each other. Next thing I knew he was lifting me up with my legs wrapped around him and holding me up against the wall kissing me. He was squeezing my hips holding me close allowing me to feel him against me.
He carried me to the couch and laid me down. He was taking off his clothes then he laid himself down on top of me. This time felt different than before, it was intense, it was real, full of passion and wanting and all doubts were gone. My clothes came off and we were all in, just us, nothing else mattered. Feeling him on me made me feel whole, I didn't want to let go, ever. Hands running up and down each others bodies, feeling out every inch of each other. My fingers traced over each tattoo, admiring the beauty of them. The time apart wanting each other so desperately made our need for each other only grow stronger. He was inside me, washing away all of my fears and pain. Still breathing heavily, a moan pours out of me, I could feel all of him and I didn't want it to ever stop. We were no longer just lost in the moment, we were lost in each other.
Chapter Eight
It's been two days, Jason and I are inseparable, we haven't left his house. We can't keep our hands off of each other from making out on the couch and making love in the kitchen, yes the kitchen, to showering together, we were completely consumed by each other. Our phones have rang off the hook, but we ignored every call. It was pure bliss. There was no where else I wanted to be. We laid together outside talking about us and where we go from here, but really, all I wanted was to stay locked away with him just like this for as long as possible. "I want to take you out to dinner. You know, just something nice, like a date." A date night would be nice, since we had rushed into this and completely skipped the whole dating part. A night out may be really good for us.
"That would be nice. You can pick the place. Just surprise me." We were going on a date, together out in public, meaning the world would soon know we were a couple, it was about to be official and I was excited about it, excited because he wanted everyone to know he was with me and no one else. One question still remained, was I ready for the spotlight? As much as I wanted everyone to know I was with him, I wasn't sure being in the spotlight was for me, but one thing I knew for sure, I wanted to be with him, all of him.
I went home so I could get ready for our date and Jason said he'd pick me up around 7, which gave me about an hour to get ready. I told him I didn't want anything too fancy, I preferred something nice yet simple, so he promised he'd keep it that way. I wanted to look nice for him and since paparazzi was expected to show up wherever he did I knew I needed to look presentable, so I pulled all of my nice dresses out onto my bed and started trying them on. It was cute how I tore through my closet looking for the perfect thing to wear for our first date. The excitement was there and after putting on and taking off nearly everything in my closet, I finally found the perfect outfit, a white flowing dress that stopped just above my knees, simple and classy, but open in the back showing off just enough skin to still be sexy, and I had on my tan and gold wedges, it was perfect. Jason loves my hair down so that's how I wore it. I stared at myself in the mirror thinking, this was it, our first real date as a couple and it was going to be made official for all to know. Tonight was going to be perfect.
Jason, just like a gentlemen, greeted me with a single rose and opened the door to the car for me. "Wow. You look amazing."
The look on his face when I walked out was priceless. He had on an all grey suit with a black button up shirt underneath, but no tie to keep it somewhat casual, he looked good, I knew it was going to be difficult to contain my urge of wanting to take him to the bathroom right here and now, but I managed to hold the urge in while we sat the dinner table.
It was a cute and elegant spot located in downtown LA. It was truly perfect, just nice and simple. Surprisingly, there weren't any cameras outside, which was really ok with me, as much as I wanted it to be known he was with me, it was nice with it just being us. Our meals were amazing as was dessert, but now it was time to
go. It went so fast, surely it wasn't over just yet. We get in the car and still no cameras. How is it that any other time he's spotted, the paparazzi are everywhere, but tonight, there wasn't a single one.
We get back to Jason's house and get changed into our comfy clothes and of course made love in the process. Sweet passion that we just can't seem to get enough of. I suppose I started it when I quickly undressed to just my panties and heels and greeted him when he walked into his bedroom. He smiled at me and ripped off his shirt just before he pounced on top of me on the bed. What we had really was incredible and we couldn't get enough.
After our fun we ended up on the couch where we both pulled our phones out to check on the updates and news feeds, and then I saw it. A tweet had went out just earlier tonight about Jason Thompson spotted at the nightclub. What? That's impossible because he was with me all night. Is that why there weren't any paparazzi there? "Did you see the tweet about you being at a nightclub?" I had to ask. "Yea. I posted it." Why would he do that? Being the emotional mess that I was when I was with him, I couldn't decide whether to be glad or sad. "Why?" Was it because he didn't want people to know? I thought tonight was about letting everyone know, not continue to keep it a secret. "I just thought it would be good for both of us if we kept us quiet a little longer, so I posted that tweet to try and keep them from showing up at dinner." He wants to keep quiet about us? Why? I was so confused that I didn't even respond, I just sat there not saying a word. I didn't push the issue because I didn't want him to think I wanted the spotlight for my own shining moment, because I didn't, I just wanted everyone to know he was no longer the hot single most eligible bachelor of LA. Flashbacks of the photos of him with Victoria and thoughts of him and the model kissing kept coming back to me.
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