This is life.

4 ➤ He has a jet

I changed into a dark blue Maxie dress and simple brown sandles, not wanting to wear pyjamas all day, no matter how comfortable I would be or how great I would smell considering they were his. Imagine how strange and out of place I would look standing next to someone like Jason. Especially since he's dressed in another suit.

Come to think of it I still look a bit too comfortably casual next to him.

Jason and I started to pack. After two short hours we packed everything and Jason helped me put my boxes in the back of his Lexus. It was a bit embarrassing not having much stuff, but Jason didn't comment on it.

He spoke with someone on the phone again as we put my boxes in the back of his car. He sounded aggravated, but I acted as if I couldn't hear what he was saying.

When he hung up, he swore, almost with a passion.

"Put up with this fucking shit again." He spat with a grimace.

I starred at him in shock. Someone as professional as him wouldn't be caught swearing like that. At least not often. I shook my head and forced myself to not speak about it and sit in the passenger seat of his car. A few seconds later he entered the car as well, sitting in the driver seat.

He started driving without a word, and I felt tension grow in the air. It might be good to try and take his mind off of what ever has got him so worked up.

"Where do you live again?" I ask hesitantly. I reminded myself that I hardly knew this man that I had sold myself to for 6 months. The idea still had me scrunching my face up in confusion. I waited for him to reply as I glanced at him numerous times, feeling impatient.

"Los Angeles." He said quietly. I let out a small breath of relief, hearing the calmness of his voice. "You'll find the area I live in quite serene " When he said that I instantly went back into panic mode. Realisation hit my head like a brick and I wanted to groan at myself for forgetting such a large matter. I find my cracked Samsung Galaxy Ace and called Rachel. I doubt she is going to take this well.

I wanted to groan at myself again for being so irrational. As the phone rung, I put it to my chest as I turned my attention back to Jason.

"You don't mind if I call my best friend, do you?" I asked.

"Do what you need you." He said. I nodded and brough the phone back to my ear. It continued to ring once more before my call was answered.

"Hey, girl." Rachel greets. "I am just about ready to leave for work, we can talk for a few minutes so what's up?"

I didn't know how to respond smoothly and so I tried as best I could.

"Uh...hi, there is something I need to tell you, right now."

"What's wrong?" She asked with a sudden concern. It was almost as if she could read my mind.

"I'll explain everything properly later but right now, all you need to know that I'm moving from New York."

She laughs at my words and I press my lips into a straight line. "Nice one. Seriously, that was good! I actually believed you for a second." She sighs as she calms down. "Now, I need to leave, am I going to see you on my lunch break later like usual?" She asks. "I'm not joking about moving Rachel."

"What? What? What? You're serious? When are you moving? Why? How long are you moving for?" She shoots.

"Right now."

"Now?"

"Yes. I'm on the road on my way to the airport. I'm moving to LA and I'm going to stay there for 6 months." I said sadly. I really didn't want to leave her. I value our friendship so much, but I can't always depend on her or the people I care about for money. If this is my way to get money, it's something I have to follow.