After Jason untied me and gave me a pair of his sweats to replace my dress he ruined, I slept for the rest of the flight in one of his bedrooms, obviously in need of recovery. Jesus I had just lost my virginity not even 48 hours ago and here I am, basically serving Jason my lady bits on a shiny silver platter, all for $60 grand. You'd think I don't care about how this makes me feel but I do, I really do. I feel like such a whore. But money is money, and I need it. Until the six months are over all my self-respect has been locked away. I was awoken by Jason and he told me we were landing soon. I was grumpy because
1) I hate waking up when I'm sleeping, period.
2) I hate it even more if I'm tired, and because of Jason I was very tired.
After we landed at 6:30am Jason got his Lexus and drove me to...well I guess my new home. I have to admit, I don't think it will ever feel like home. I can tell I'll feel like a guest who's over stayed their welcome. It's just because Jason is still a stranger to me. I mean for god's sake we've had sex twice in the last 48 hours. All I'm thinking about myself right now is whore whore whore. I can't help but feel so... ashamed of myself for agreeing to this. We drove for what seemed like 10 minutes until I started to dose off for the second time.
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"Britney?" I heard a voice call me, but I ignored it, wanting to sleep. "Fuck of Rachel, a few more minutes, please." I muttered. I don't recall me and Rachel having a sleepover but I assume it's her that's calling me, who else would dare wake me up, I really, really don't like mornings. I made sure that everyone knows that when and if I sleepover. Talking about sleepovers, where did we sleep? I feel so uncomfortable. "What did you let me drink?" I quietly asked, instantly assuming we had gone out. Considering I don't remember anything that happened the day before, its only logical I got drunk. "Britney we're home." I heard Jason say, which made me wake up fully. I realized I'm in Jason's Lexus. I stretched my body in my seat as I yawned loudly. I looked at my watch to see I only slept for 43 minutes, it was just past 7 and like I said, I'm not a morning person.
"Sorry, I thought you were my best friend, I forgot about everything for a second." I whispered as I sighed. I don't want to be reminded that I'm practically all alone now, but that's kind of impossible, considering that, that's the case. I am alone. At least Rachel doesn't have to worry about me so much anymore. Jason seemed to notice that I'm still adapting to the whole situation, so he respected my feelings and let it slide, not even questioning me, which I appreciated.
I also appreciated the fact that he let it slide that I just broke two of his roles, I'm very thankful considering I don't want my first punishment just yet. "Let's go inside, I've already had your things set up for you in your room for you." Jason told me, which made me smile at his thoughtfulness. My mood enlightened just for him. "Thank you Jason." He smiled and got out of the car as I did the same. The sight in front of me was like a dream come true. I was going to be living in a mansion for 6 months. Six whole bloody months and all I had to do was sleep with this gorgeous man. Seems simple enough as it is.
"Jesus Jason." I say with a slight laugh. "I take it you like it?" he asked with a smirk. I nodded my head excitingly as I ran up the long steps like a six year old. I came to a stop and waited for Jason to come and unlock the huge front doors. When he opened the door I was even more excited and amazed then I was looking at the outside of the house. "Wow." I said in amazement. "You have a lovely home." I tell him honestly. "Thank you; let me give you a tour." He said sweetly as he held out his arm, which I gladly linked with mine. This is the first floor, there's the lounge, the kitchen, and over there is my music room." He explained as we scoped the first floor. His living room had a large flat screen TV and below it was an old fashioned fire place. His style judged by his house was a mixture of old time and modern, I like it. It's quite unique if you asked me.
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RomanceBritney Patterson was always known for being advanced. In everything from her academics, to her looks. She was fairly intelligent, scoring an IQ of 138 and heading to college as she had just turned 17. She was also young and utterly as well as unden...