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Chapter 44 - Halloween Part 1

Jason's POV

Ignoring Krissy is like ignoring the Sun...totally fucking pointless.

It was unnatural, went against everything my body craved to do. It meant pulling deep from something that wasn't in me.
But now, as I sat in this club, not looking at Krissy was probably the only thing keeping me from doing the things I promised Dr Jackie mere hours ago I wouldn't do. And this was going to be hard, not adhering to my nature, because the girl I was doing it for just walked in and made it crystal fucking clear that she didn't want me to be better.

Yeah! Krissy wanted me to be bad so bad that she came to my best friend's birthday party looking like the personification of sex.

Fuck!

I exhaled sharply fighting the urge to look across at her, with eyes of mean accusation, as I try to get her out of my head, but that proved a harder task than not looking at her. So, I went to the only thing that could help me, has helped me, when Krissy does her shit that throws my mind off its centre...my drink. But even now as I glare into my liquored cup, the woman seated mere feet in front of me consumes every corner of my mind.

Krissy loves playing games, but when tonight ends, however tonight ends, I will give her the fucking medal, hail her the winner, and let her in on what I told Dr Jackie this morning, I no longer wanted to play this mindfuck of a game, the game we've been playing for five years, our tit for tat where she hurts me and I hurt her more- Ohhh! but she's seducing me back to it...torturing my heart...it was like she knew I was opting out.

I clench my jaw hard, looking deep into my cup of Hennessey, as my mind replays the image of her emerging through the club towards me...
I saw her before she saw me, and I had sensed her presence before my eyes even knew she was there. Like a dog, that leash, that line between us yanked on my heart physically turning me away from the conversation I was having with Chad and towards the club's door, the nerves on my skin erect like some kind of Spidey Sense, in anticipation for something I didn't know yet.

And then Krissy entered...and my mouth cursed, and my blood rushed hot with the most intense want for the girl that possesses me, angers me, humbles me. Not a single part of my body was soft when my eyes landed on the brown beauty that she was, and my hands spasmed, like physically fucking jolted with greed wanting to need and grope every decadent asset her costume displayed.

She looked unreal. So unreal that I thought to take my costumed Harry Potter glasses off so that my eyes could gape her without the obstruction of the clear lens, but I thought against that afraid that if this wasn't real then somehow in doing so, would put an end to the most perfect view.

I was overcome by her, aroused by her, the only part of me strong enough to compete with the pure-blooded desire was my possessive nature, the man inside.

As Krissy was led through the tightly packed dancefloor of masqueraded bodies drinking, dancing, and snapping I watched the gazes of those around her. Gawking eyes of both men and women followed her, some bearing the same flame of desire I recognised in my own, and I hated it, but I loathed their looks of intrigued more.
It was the feeling that would make them dumb enough to act on the thoughts they had about her. Just seeing that was enough to trigger the aggression...the possession...the obsession...the jealousy...and had me text my men that lurked in the dark corners of our section to forget everything, Chad, crowd control, the paparazzi, me, everything that I had initially brought them here for. They had new orders...watch Krissy.

Snow White is a dumb fucking movie.

I sigh with Krissy's presence looming over me. Dr Jackie's prescription to stay away from her preventing me from looking across to Krissy, and likely yanking her out of her seat, dragging her to my car, whisking her away to my house and locking her in my bedroom forever.
So, I continue to find escape from her pull in the Hennessy, but to my unfortune, I only see her image swirling around. Her skin, a rich brown like the drink, and her teasingly short, tight costume flickering amongst the waves of the inebriating beverage.