The Rich Boy's Desires

chapter twenty-eight

JASON'S POV

My knuckles are turning white from how hard I'm gripping onto the steering wheel. I can feel my face turning red as I watch Paisley hug that bitch, who I told her not to be in contact with.

I watch them smile and giggle with each other like middle school girls as I gritted my teeth. Then the bitch went to her car and drove off. Paisley just waited until she doesn't see her little friend's car anymore before heading back inside the house.

I smooth my hair back with my hand and breathe out, trying to control my anger before I'll do something I'll regret.

I don't want to do anything to hurt her, but she is really testing me right now.

I tried to be gentle about it to her, but I see that's not working.

I got out of the car and jogged across the street straight to her front door. I knocked on the door and heard her yell out, "Coming!"

Then, a few seconds later, I heard the door being unlocked and swung open. Paisley stood there with a confusing smile on her face. "Jason? What are you doing here? I was about to call you."

I scoffed. "I bet you were," I said sarcastically before forcing my way inside her home. Paisley stumbled onto the door and looked at me stunned. "Did I do something wrong?" She asked as she closed the door and stood in front of me, arms crossed, looking genuinely confused.

I chuckled humorously. "Paisley, why was that red-headed bitch here? I thought you won't be seeing her again." I look her in the eye and I can tell she felt intimidated by how I was staring at her.

Paisley nervously tugged at her sleeve before answering,"I-I didn't really mean it. I still w-want to have friends and I was betrayed by the people who I thought I can trust at the time. I just don't-"

"But she can hurt you too, y'know. Do you want to go through that pain again?" I cut her off, stepping towards her.

Paisley shook her head. "N-No. I-I just don't w-want to be l-lonely." She took a step back. That action angers me more.

The fuck is she moving back for?

I rolled my eyes. "That's why you have me!" I pointed to myself. "I'm your boyfriend; you come and talk to me. Not that skank."

"C-can you not call her those names? That's very disrespectful," Paisley mumbled softly. I scoffed.

"I'll call that bitch whatever the fuck I want to call her!" I said, raising my voice. "And I want to you delete her number in your phone. I don't want you to be in contact with her anymore." I demanded.

Paisley looks back at me with her eyes widen. "What? No, I'm not deleting anything on my phone. If I want to continue contacting her, then I will. You don't make that decision for me." She refuses.

Did she?

Did she just tell me no?

I balled up my fist tightly as my face is turning red of anger. "The fuck did you just say?" I took a step closer to her and she step back until she meets the wall. She looks at me with fear in her eyes.

"J-Jason, please-" She flinched letting out a small scream when I slammed my hand on the wall next to her. I grabbed her chin and forced her to look at me.

"Repeat what you just said. I'm not fucking playing with you, Paisley," I gritted through my teeth, daring her to repeat to me.

"I-I'm s-sorry." She chokes as tears begin to pool in her eyes.

Immediately, my face softens at the sight of her crying. "Oh baby." I cooed. "I'm sorry if I scare you. I didn't mean to be harsh on you." I wiped her tears away. She stared back at me speechless as I held her face in my hand and caressed her soft cheeks lovingly.