Jackson POV
I was awakened by a knock on my door. I wondered who the hell it could be, I am sure I said I didn't want to be disturbed. "Come in", I muffled because my head was still under the pillow. The door creaked, I tilted my head slightly to see who it was. With the room pitch black I could hardly see anything, the silhouette of a woman was standing in the doorframe. I rolled over on my back and switched on the lamp that was on the bedside table.
She walked up to the bed holding a tray. "What's this? I thought I said I don't want anyone bothering me." I groaned afterwards, my stomach knotted protesting back at me for not eating at all today . I felt like absolutely shit.
Heather:" Well you didn't come down for dinner and I felt really bad about what Edward did to you. I'm Heather by the way." She said sitting on the edge of the bed without my permission.
"Listen Heather, this is nice and all but I'm not too interested in knowing the women my father screw." I said in matter of fact tone.
She leaned over closer to me with her breast in full view. She has a look in her eyes that tells me she didn't just come here to give me food, it was an invitation I can only assume. I leaned back from her and she placed the tray of food on the nightstand. She stood up from the bed and gave my thigh a gentle squeeze before moving towards the door.
She turns to close the door "drink your soup while it's hot, I also left you some cold medicine, take them or you'll be sure to catch a nasty cold. PS the woman your father isn't screwing." She winked and left.
I can't believe this... well I can believe, as a matter of fact I can, I smirked at my cockiness. I've always had that effect on women, it gets annoying sometimes though. However, I think I'm willing to play this game with her, my father will be so pissed off when he finds out I'm fucking his bimbo. How about that for revenge and resentment. Beautiful as she was, she wasn't my type, not in a long shot. Seems my Father always had a thing for blondes with blue eyes. She was pretty enough, easy on the eye's but I had a nack for seeing through people and knowing who they really are. I leaned back on the headboard and tasted the soup. It was good, chicken soup on a stormy night always works wonders.
The brunette I met earlier today she was something else, I chuckled in the lusterless lighting of my room. I could tell she cares too much about every little thing but she was no push over. Fiesty and full of life I bet if I met her again she'd give me hell. I smiled at the thought of her being an uptight virgin.
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The Bad Boy Tell Tale
DragosteJackson Blake has just moved to Greenwood's a small town in North Carolina. His mother held on to him for so long but because of her secret and Jackson's record with the law she had to send him to his father. Jackson was use to the big city and fla...
