twisted → j.m.

Chapter 20

Anna's POV

I woke up without Jason in the bed in the morning, which is very unusual. I took my time to get ready, knowing that I had no where to go to nothing important to do.

Its like I was hired to be Jason's girlfriend or something, I sighed.

After I was out of my long shower, I got dressed in a pair of cotton shorts and a white t shirt. Judging by the weather, it was the perfect outfit for the day. I braided my damp hair, lazily, letting dark strands fall and fame the sides of my face naturally.

I walked downstairs, the smell of bacon in the air. I entered the dining room to Jason lying out two perfect plates of English Breakfast.

He smiled, seeing me, "Morning princess, sleep well?" I nodded, "Yeah, what about you?" I asked him. He smiled wide, "Very well," he said, shooting a wink at me.

Jason went back to kitchen, getting out some stuff from the cupboard. I noticed that he was shirtless. He just had on a pair of long shorts, his Calvien Klien boxers peeking out below his perfect, glistening six pack.

My traveled his body, might sound perverted for a girl, but I couldn't help it, he had the most amazingly toned body I had ever seen. His body had a wet sheen to him, like he had just come out of a shower. Looking at his hair, I could see it was kind of damp, and messy.

My eyes roamed a around a little more when they reached the tattoos on his chest. I wonder what all the tattoos meant to him. He couldn't just get them to look good. They must have a reason behind them.

I was broken out of my trance when Jason came to me, his hands full of plates, oblivious to my lustful stare. He pecked my cheek, leaving the scent of his manly cologne lingering behind.

He is my kidnapper. All he did was ruin your life. He took away everything from you. Your future; everything.

"I went working out early in the morning, so I had to leave you sleeping behind. I hope you didn't mind." Jason said.

I nodded again, "No, I didn't." I said, my voice a bit shaky. Jason smiled, "Good."

He pulled out a chair for me, "Breakfast, my lady." He said with a slight smirk, causing a pink tint to appear on my cheeks.

The breakfast was amazing. Its surprising how a criminal can be such a good cook. Jason made small talk over breakfast, nothing special, just telling me about the weather and some of his gang members.

"Where is Eric today?" I asked, plopping a bit of sausage in my mouth. Jason looked up at me sharply.

Oopsies. Maybe I shouldn't have mentioned Eric.

"He is in bed, I doubt he if he will get up for a day or so." Jason said, shrugging. Curiosity got the better of me, "Why?" I asked.

Jason sighed, putting his fork and knife down and crossing his arms over his toned chest, "Because...after last night...I...-" Jason trailed off, hesitating, "I beat him up. Badly."

I gasped, I should have known that Jason was not going to let Eric off that easily. Even if, all he had done was to grief for his dead sister.

"You shouldn't have." I mumbled. I am not Eric's friend yet, but I hate the idea of Jason beating up people because of me.
"He deserved what he got." Jason said, shrugging again. I frowned, "He did not to, all he did was talk to me! And it was me who started the conversation anyway." I said indignantly.

"He did deserve it." He repeated, his mouth full.
"No he didn't." I shot back.
"He did."
"Didnt."
"Did."
"Didnt.''
"Fine!" I sighed, frustrated, earning a grin from Jason, "see he did."

There he goes, infuriating me again.

"What did he even do?"
"He talked to you, he hugged you, be complimented you. And no one can do that except me. Why? Because you are mine and I love you and I dont want anyone else to see you in that way." Jason sighed, the playfulness tone gone now.

I didn't bother to argue back; there is no point. I'll just leave him to his crazy ideas.

We finished our breakfast in silence, and after we were done, I gathered the dishes and took them to the sink to wash them. Its an old habit, I always used to wash the dishes at home.

I washed them, happily scrubbing, my mind drifted towards the same question that I had been wanting to know since I had come here, where was I?

I gazed out of the window, but all I saw was a green garden and a high wall a few feet behind.

I jumped, startled, dropping the plate I was washing when I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist. Jason. He pressed his cheek in the crook of my neck from behind and his, and that was ticklish to be honest, and I let out a small giggle.

Jason chuckled, the sound vibrating of his chest onto me. "Baby, you know I have people to do the cleaning around here? You are my princess, dont bother with this cleaning up shit." Jason said, making me go scarlet.

I tried to shrug, but the way he help on tightly to me from behind made it impossible to.
He laughed again, sending shivers down my spine. He pressed his lips against my neck, gently kissing it. My body went rigid at the little gesture.

He trailed some small kisses down my neck, I froze, not knowing how to react. It felt kind of good, but I would never admit that. Besides, waves of nervousness in me made me feel nauseous, and I didn't want to throw up my breakfast.

Jason continued softly kissing my neck, I squirmed a little, uncomfortable. Jason ignored my squirming, starting to kiss my neck a little aggressively and harshly now.

"I love you Anna. Nothing can ever change that." He mumbled against my neck.

I took inhaled sharply, when I felt Jason kiss my sweet spot a little harshly. "J-jason....."

"Yeah...?" he muttered, continuing. "S-t-top...p-please...I -I don't like it." I said, my voice shaky and trembling a little.

Jason gave my neck a last kiss, before stepping away from me. I sighed, relieved. He smirked, "Don't lie, I know you liked it." He said, leaning against the counter beside the sink casually, his abs glistening in the light.

I blushed beet red, and turned my attention back to those dishes. Jason watched me, wordless but I knew I would have found a lot of emotions in his eyes. So I avoided looking at them and quickly finished the dishes.
"So what would you like to do for today?" Jason asked, once we were back at the living room. "I don't know...what do you think?" I asked, waiting for his suggestion.

"I cant spend the day with you, even if I really want to. I have to take care of some business in my office," Jason said, sighing disappointedly.

"What business?" I asked, leaning in towards him a little.

"Dirty business. You wouldn't want to know about the work Jason McCann does." Jason said, smiling.

I smiled, "Yeah...its probably best if you kept that in the dark." I said.

"You can do anything you want, as long as you don't come into my office, but call me if you want anything at all." Jason gave me a lingering kiss on my cheek, smiled and then walked out of the room.

I sighed, touching my cheek lightly. I plopped myself down on the couch, switching on the big plasma TV and preparing myself for a lazy, boring day.