Miley's POV
I found myself wrapped in Jason's tight grip and I didn't want to move out of the position I found myself in. We were spooning and I didn't want to wake him up or leave his arms. His head was nuzzled in the crook of my neck, and his breath was tickling my neck.
"Hmm, morning." Jason's raspy voice sounded sending shivers down my spine.
"Morning," I said looking up at him.
"It's Sunday..." I said with a sigh. I hated Sundays. Every Sunday I had to have dinner with my parents and update them on my life while pretending that I gave a fuck about what they thought.
"Yeah?" Jason questioned.
He didn't move from the position we found ourselves in and that only made me happier. There was something satisfying about lying in his arms, and in general, just being around him.
"I have dinner with my parents tonight, and you have to come by, and pick up your check and talk with my father." I sighed.
"That sounds wonderful." He breathed his voice sounded with full sarcasm.
"Oh, yeah. It's going to be fantastic. I'm ecstatic." I huffed before climbing out of bed.
I wasn't even with my parents yet and they had already ruined my mood. Regret filled me the moment I left his arms but I knew that I needed to be careful around him. Don't get attached.
"Well, at least you won't be alone with them for the whole night. Because I'll be there for a little while." He yawned.
"Thank god," I said before stretching. "I hate being alone with them. You have no idea what they are like when no one is around." I sighed as past memories filled my mind.
"I can only imagine." He shook his head.
He stopped and looked at me. We were both quiet for a few moments as we stared into each other's eyes. I didn't have words and I didn't want words. His eyes were overwhelming and I just wanted them on me at all times.
"We have to keep this between us. No one can know that you stayed the night, even though we didn't do anything. If my parents catch wind of anything...I don't know what they will do." I said before walking away.
I didn't know what would happen if I stayed there and continued to stare at him. I already wanted him inside me.
"Trust me, I know." He sighed before moving off of the bed.
His dirty blonde hair looked tousled on top of his head and I couldn't help but smile at how adorable he looked, though I wouldn't let him see that.
"Once my lawyer gets in touch with me, we will have a game plan. I just hope that things fall into place soon because I am tired of waiting." I said turning to look at him.
"Well, just let me know what you need from me." He smiled softly. He knew that this was a sensitive subject for me and I was grateful that he was so gentle with me.
Well, in all honesty, I'm grateful for him in general. We said our goodbyes and I watched as he left. Nothing in me wanted him to leave.
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Jason's POV
I pulled into the driveway and took a deep breath before I got out of the car. The only thing that was going to get me through the night was being around Miley. The more I was around her the more my feelings grew. I couldn't control them at this point. I knew that she needed me or maybe she wanted me, or maybe it was both.
I was now standing Billy's office trying to get Miley out of my head for the time being. I could tell by Billy's body language that he wasn't in a good mood. The questions regarding Miley's time filming was already starting to annoy me. Let's just say, my job was more than just being her bodyguard. I was also a babysitter, not that I wanted to be and not that Miley needed a babysitter, but I didn't have a choice.
This job came with a lot more than I was prepared for but I didn't have a choice about it. Billy was starting to become pushy towards me regarding Miley and what was going on when he and Tish weren't around. I was fine with lying but I still had to be careful about what I said and how I said it.
"Here is the check for this week," Billy said as he gave me the check.
"Thank you, sir," I said accepting the check.
"Jason McCann was spotted out and about the city recently—without Miley Cyrus. People nearby stated that he was smoking and minding his own business as he shopped throughout Chinatown. Looks like Miley's bad boy bodyguard is a smoker too." Miley announced as she read an article from a gossip magazine.
"What have I told you about reading those terrible tabloids," Billy said as we walked back into the kitchen. He seemed annoyed by Miley, as always.
"I know, I know. Just look at Jason in this picture." Miley said showing it to her father. I couldn't tell if she is mocking me or being cute.
"Nice," Billy said looking up at me.
"I didn't realize people were watching," I said clearing my throat.
"Oh, calm down. You aren't in trouble. I just find it interesting that you smoke." Miley said walking closer towards me.
"I didn't think it mattered what I did in my personal time," I said puffing my chest up. Professional. Be professional.
"It doesn't, as long as you aren't breaking the law," Billy said picking up the newspaper that laid in front of him.
"Oh, have you broken the law before?" Miley asked seeming more excited as she awaited the answer.
"Miley, leave him alone," Billy spoke up for me.
"Fine. I'll just take my magazines and be on my way." Miley said as she walked her way out of the kitchen.
I couldn't help but watch her ass as she walked away. God, she is adorable.
"Remember, she doesn't need to know anything personal about you. This is a job and I don't want you getting too close to my daughter." Billy said looking up from his paper.
"I know and I take my job very seriously." I said looking him in the eyes.
"Good," he said gesturing for me to leave. Looks like I won't be staying for dinner after all.
I felt nothing but hatred towards Billy. All he does is push, push, and push. I can't understand why he tries to control Miley so much. Why can't he just let her be? And why do I have to be in the middle of this? I just want to be with Miley and I want her to be happy.
I felt terrible for leaving Miley there by herself but I didn't have a choice. The only thing I could do to get myself to calm down was going to the gym in order to burn off some built-up energy. My anger was boiling at this point and I needed to do something about it. I kept my phone on me because I knew that Miley would call me soon, or at least I hope.
