I sat at the bar with one leg crossed over the other, tapping my nails on the oak stand painted in white. The restaurant wasn't busy, maybe 3 or 4 couples sat at their tables, I had been here for over an hour, waiting for Mr intellectual to show up. My plan tonight was to find out as much about Jason as I could, the do my own research into who he was.
He seems like a cool dude but people can hide shit behind a mask all the time without being suspected. I'm keeping my guard up.
Romantic music filled the air as the door to the restaurant swung open, Jason rushed in with a bunch of pink flowers in his hand.
"Sorry I'm late, got caught up in some stuff" he apologised, handing me the bouquet. I took them and smelled them before placing them on the floor by my side," finally, he's being a gentleman" I joked, as he pulled up a seat next to me.
"Funny fucker you" he spoke, I replied by flipping my hair over my shoulder in a sass filled fashion "loving this outfit, you obviously listened to what I said" he smirked.
"Hmm, not really." I spat sarcastically. I was wearing a lacy mini dress the flowed, with a pair of shorts underneath to cover my areas that honestly, he wasn't gonna see unless he impressed me to the max. On my feet I wore knee high black heeled boots to give me some hight,considering I was probably smaller than a five year old child.
"Yo" he whistled, as the bartender came over quickly, placing a white cloth over his forearm. I shot Jason a deathly glare due to his ill manners before he continued to speak,"I want a beer and-" " A coke" I replied, Jason let out a loud laugh,"double vodka and coke for the lady, throw a straw in there for decoration." He added, flapping his hand as of to shoo the bar tender away. the bar tender wondered over to the glasses, picked two up and began pouring our drinks.
"I'm not legal to drink," I whispered, Jason shot me a side glance "who the fuck cares? Boo hoo" he replied rudely, as the bar tender placed our drinks in front of us, I thanked him and Jason payed him before he walked away.
"Get used to having things you're not supposed to if you plan on hanging with me again" he played, taking a sip of his beer. I placed the straw between my lip, letting the taste over come my buds. Taking the straw, I swished the liquid around the glass before seductively placing the straw back between my lips
"Why would I make future plans to hang out with an asshole?" I spoke calmly, placing my drink back on the bar, resting my elbow on the surface next to my glass.
"Because I'm too irresistible, and I could snap my fingers to make a girl fall for me."he replied confidently,I thought he was kidding but then he began to stand ,"watch" Jason stood up and walked towards a girl stood at the other side of the bar,he placed his hand on the small of her back whispering something in her ear, she laughed and nodded. Taking her phone out and handing it to him. He tapped something before handing it back to her. He took out some money from his pocket, paying for the drink she just ordered. I watched intently, taking a sip from my drink.
He hugged her before walking back over to me, sitting down with a proud smile on his face "got her number" "Congratulations" I clapped sarcastically, Jason placed his hand on my bare thigh,"I'm only here for you though" he flirted, as I nudged his hand off.
I cleared my throat, "Alright pretty boy, I wanna know some more about you,spill."
"What do you wanna know?" He asked, I scrunched my eyebrows together,"seriously?" I paused, he shifted. "What's your full name? What do you do?"
"My names Jason McCann and I own a company selling cars and stuff nothing special." He shrugged,"how old are you?" I continued to question him.
"21, I also live with 3 of my friends they're all the same age as me,well almost." he paused, tapping the side of his glass with his nails "my moms dead and my dad fucked off when I was 7. The poor bastard cheated on my mom with some cheap hooker, feel sorry for him. He lost a diamond and gained a rock." He laughed. A feeling of regret sprung upon me.
"Sorry, about your mom. Your dad must of been a lucky guy." I sympathised.
"Yeah well not that he believed," he sighed, rubbing his forehead taking the last sip of his beer before slamming the glass back on the counter,"I have to go" he stood up quickly.
"Wait what? You can't just leave?" I shouted after him as he walked away, leaving me stood there lost and confused with a bouquet of flowers beneath my feet.
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I got home, changing into a long shirt and shorts, I put on a jumper before reaching for the laptop beneath my bed, I opened the lid of it, signed myself in and opened up the years of company documents that had been stored for years. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, preparing myself. Contained, I opened my eyes and began typing Jason's name into the search bar
Jason McCann: 0 results found
I groaned, tapping the side of the touch pad while I thought. Suddenly I had a thought, what if his name wasn't actually Jason? I began searching through all the male mugshots stored in the system before coming across 14 images of Jason. My eyes widened as I clicked on the most recent one
Name: Jason McCann formally known as Joseph Moore has previously been in court facing charges including;17 DUI's, 48 misuse of drug acts ,15 assault charges and 79 murders. charges have been dropped every time due to insufficient evidence, however McCann is wanted in court for 2 more counts of murder. Cases have been reviewed by multiple subjects including Miss Calla Rees , Mr Harvey Bates and Mrs Nina lace.
I closed my laptop down quickly, slamming the lid creating a loud bang. Running towards my study I pushed the door open, before rummaging through the hundreds of files on my desk, many fell on the floor before I found the one I was looking for.
A file on 'Joseph Moore' including the cases I'd reviewed and swept under the carpet, how the fuck didn't I recognise this guy? And why have I let him get away with so much stuff so many times. I rapidly closed the file, later hitting myself on the forehead with it. I'm so blind, Jason has lied to me and the police, he's faked his identity and completely sweet talked his way out all the shit he's gotten himself in to. What does he want from me?
"Shit," I cursed to myself "shit, shit,shit" I repeated, biting the top of the file. What the hell do I do? So many questions.
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Pretty evil
FanficYou're pretty evil girl. So is your new man. -- This fan fiction was originally written in 2015 and continued in 2018 This is a Jason McCann fan fiction.
