Safe Word: Rosé

Chapter 26

Narrator-

Cara crossed her arms and stared at Jason. He was openly daring her to lie. And she could... but he would know and might retaliate. Cara couldn't handle Jason catching onto her lie and retaliating.

The way he stared at her with his hands still in his pockets, she still couldn't believe that he was there. But he was too late. Cara wondered why he waited so long to come after her. The questioned soured her heart and Jason noticed it. He wanted to know what she was thinking, but he bid his time. Cara was his once and for all. He had all the time in the world now, to know her, to own her, and he wasn't afraid of losing her again.

Cara licked her tongue over her teeth while her lips remained sealed, then she sucked her teeth, "I'm not doing this with you." She admitted in the end.

"Wise choice." Jason pointed.

Then he removed his shirt, and Cara stepped back again.

"Now," Jason sighed, "it's been quite a long day, and I'd like to get some rest."

Cara looked at Jason with a lost gaze, "and that's my problem because...?"

Jason smiled at her sass. Cara blinked and his smile disappeared.

"Get in the bed." He ordered.

Cara almost chocked on her tongue.

"Excuse me?" She said, her tone appalled.

Jason expected no less from her. Cara was a Princess. A spoiled, confident, proud one at that too. But he had the perfect remedy for a girl like her. Domination.

"Get in the bed, Miss Thompson." Jason said again, not caring that she breathed out in both shock and slight fear.

"No." Cara blinked and shook her head, "You need to get out of my house."

"I won't repeat myself Miss Thompson." Jason expressed without a care in the world for Cara's wishes.

She didn't have a right to order him around or ask anything of him. Not after what she'd done. Not after being judgmental of his lifestyle, and yet attracting him and seducing him. Not after she entered his world, learned the rules, only to push his buttons. Not after telling him that she hated him, and making the threat of leaving him, only to do so without looking back.

Not after he had tasted her lips and wanted to choke out anyone who dared to even look at her sideways with lust. Not after she poisoned his heart and took over his mind, making him obsess over her so much, that the only way he coped with her absence the past few months, was by watching old recordings of her from when she would waltz around the mansion as if she owned the place. As if she owned him, because sadly... she did.

"No Jason." Cara defied him again. His finger shook at her stubbornness. The things he could do to her. The ways he could own her... She thought she'd escape him and forget about him. But Jason swore he wouldn't let her. She didn't get to leave him and force him to live without her. She had done too much damage, and he had to make her pay, because just as she was his poison, she was also his antidote.

"I'm not doing anything with you." Cara concluded.

Jason breathed out and wanted to smirk.

"Before that testy brain of yours take you down a path you may regret," Jason rose a palm, "I'll tell you right now, I have no intention of doing anything with you, for three specific reasons."

Cara glanced his way skeptically. She sized him as he approached her, but she didn't move away. Cara was tired of always letting him psych her out. This was her house dammit! And it was too late for him to just show up and act all macho. She had allotted him exactly one minute to stop her from walking away. The minute it had taken her to walk out of his office. When he didn't stop her, she blamed it on shock, and allotted him a day, then a week, then a month to catch up to her.