Rehabilitation

Chapter 18; "Just Deal with it"

11:21.

Remebering the conversation i just had on the phone was when i realised i didn't have anything with me. No reference, no documents or files partaining to school or even job history. I had an idea however.

I walked out to the kitchen to get some breakfast.

"Hey beautiful."

Occupied by my phone, i looked up to find Jaden sitting at the island, reading through a script.

"Goodmorning"

"Do i get some love today, baby?"

I walked over to him, guilt swimming on my conscience.

He was sat on the a high stool, i was standing between his legs and he's arms were now around my waist, pulling me close to he's chest.

I leaned down to kiss him slowly.

"Do you realize how hot you look in sweatpants?" he kept he's arms around me and to be honest, i didn't want to seperate from him at that moment.

"Stop saying stuff like that" i placed my hand on his chest, attempting to push him away from me but failing.

"Hey, where do you think you're going?" he planted soft kisses on my neck. He's lips hovered over my sweet spot and he had me. I groaned slowly and he chuckled at me.

He gently brushed my hair away and moved up to my jaw then back to my lips.

"Do you need help with your script"

"I'll let you know when i reach the sex scene" he grinned.

"There's a sex scene?" OH GREAT.

"Steamy...is the more appropriate word."

. . .

I poured myself a bowl of lucky charms.

"Nadine."

I looked up at him.

"I gotta go to new york TOMORROW... for a few days." he's words rang in my ear.

"Why?"

"Work... You wanna come with me?" he bit he's lip nervously. GOD, he knows he's hot.

"Um... It's just a few days... its okay" i quickly answered, remembering the job interview i had in two days.

"You sure?"

"Yes. It's only a few days right?"

"Yes, just three."

I sat next to him and watched him continue reading through the script.

I decided to take action over my documents for the job application.

15:09.

"Hello. I'm calling in search of birthing history and other references."

"No problem, would you like to provide us with information to help you find this?"

. . .

It could take a few days before i could recieve a call on whether or not my documents had been found.

Everything came back again.

Why did we even MOVE to new york? Maybe , if we stayed here in L.A in the first place... i wouldn't be IN THIS SHIT.

If we stayed, there wouldn't have been a car accident... i wouldn't be alone right now.

I'd be happy.