Match Made In Heaven - Jason McCan Love Story

Chapter 2 Going Straight To Hell

"What?" I said almost choking on my egg and dropping my food, looking straight at Chris.

 "C'mon, I know you can do it I know he is dangerous but-"

"Dangerous? Jason McCann is the number one bomber in Miami!" I spat at him cutting him of.

"I made sure nothing would happen." He said without any emotion in his voice, as always.

"And how did you do that? Are you coming with me? Going to watch me every second?" I spat.

"Of course not." He said.

 "Then what! You don't know for sure. Think again mister, I'm not going to meet number one bomber of Miami. Sorry I don't want to die."

"Yes, you are going."

"No."

"JESUS, don't be like this J, you know I won't let you die." He looked down for a second and the continued.

 "Besides he won't kill 'girls' he isn't like that," I gave him a confused look.

"Of course he kills girl don't be so naive,"

"He is smart, believe me. He works as a business man he owns his own company. Nobody knows that well he's the number one bomber, or how they call him on TV, Mystery Guy" I still looked confused but understood where he was going.

 "So you want me to go there and interview him?"

 "Yes,"

 "Number One bomber also known as Mystery guy?"

 "Yes,"

"No." I quickly added.

 He raised his eyebrow and said with gritted teeth.

 "Yes. You. Will."

 "NO I WON'T"

 "DON'T scream in MY house Jane! You know what I'll do..." he spat getting angry. I blushed and looked down. I know exactly what he wanted to do.

 "Besides it's just for once, you're smart, pretty, innocent. You can do this" he added, I looked mad at him.

 "Oh yeah sure I'll go there and interview him while your sitting here watching Desperate housewives,"

 He clenched his jaw and looked mad, and I felt kind of bad. I mean, I know that making him mad is not something funny. I always try to avoid him when he's angry, cause you really do not want to see him like that...

 "I'll do it," I mumbled.

 "Yeah, you got that right," he said irritated.

 I sighed and walked over to him, without losing his eye contact. I stood millimetres away from him and followed a path down from his chest up to his ears with my fingers and went to his face, to his perfect shaped lips, and planted a soft kiss. I pulled away and he looked less angry for a moment.

 "Don't do this now..." He said while his beautiful grey eyes turned darker by second.

 "Or else what?" I whispered, while kissing down to his jaw, licking over his sexy stubbles.

 "Hmm," he moaned, as he took my head in his hands.

 "You know what I'll d-"

 We got interrupted by Drake running to the sink just to puke all over it.

 "Sorry I-" he tried to say as a second outburst of puke came what ended on the floor.

 "WHAT THE HELL YOU THINK YOUR DOING!" Chris yelled at him.