His Assistant ~Jastin

His Assistant Chapter 23:

Justin's P.O.V:

I walk into the large building with a huge smile plastered on my face, people around me shocked at the immense happiness radiating off my body.

Biting down on my bottom lip, I attempt on surpassing the grin on my face that seems to grow even larger by the second but fail miserably. I'm afraid my face is going to rip apart preferably soon.

The past weekend has been the most amazing two days of my young life. I never knew that I could end up being so happy with just the attention of my blue eyed prince. The tingly feeling that tints my cheeks and hitches my breath still rests at the pit of my stomach, fluttering the zoo of butterflies in there as well.

I felt so special being in his presence within those long hours. Falling asleep peacefully in his warm arms during the night at that treehouse. I was yearning desperately to feel it again. Being tucked and curled into his chest as he held me so tight, reassuring me that he would never let go.

I felt safe, protected and admired. He was a totally different person. Someone other than Jason McCann. He was just Jason. No obsessive behavior just him... him and me.

I sigh extensively and press the button to the elevator, waiting patiently for it to open. As I'm standing there, tapping my foot softly on the rich marble floor, a voice startles me and my head shoots up to meet a pair of bright green eyes, which shock me to say the least.

"Hey there," Bryan smiles at me and I lick my lips, my body feeling a bit tense at his spontaneous appearance.

"H-hi," I stutter idiotically, mentally cussing at myself as he chuckles a bit, placing one of his hands inside his pants pocket as his gaze makes me feel uncomfortable, his eyes scanning my body in a way I don't like: His sudden words make a soft blush appear on my cheeks.

"You look like you've had a good weekend," he says not very sincere as his green eyes burn into the skin of my neck and I quickly cover it up with my hand, pretending to scratch it as I don't know what exactly to respond with.

"Uh yeah," I smile tightly.

My hand rubs the skin of my neck that's marked with black ink. I tried washing it off but it didn't work. Jason thought it was a good idea to grab the pen he was using and pin me down on the bed to write, 'your so sexy' on my neck, out and open for everyone to see. As if a fake tattoo wasn't enough his mouth did a little marking as well.