Match Made In Heaven - Jason McCan Love Story

Chapter 8 A homeless person with Jimmy Choo shoes

I felt the sun hit my skin, as my eyes slowly opened.

Only to feel an empty spot on the left side of the bed.

I felt my heart stop for a second when I remembered what he said, I love you Jane.

I was so shocked but I didn't wanted to wake him, I had to talk to him in the morning.

And now he's gone.

I Put on some skinny jeans, silver heels and a simple grey top.

My hair in a high bun, and while I looked in the mirror to put on foundation,

I noticed my face had color.

I even looked tan. I never had that I always woke up pale as a ghost.

But since I slept with Christian and his arms around me, something about that comforted me.

Made me feel save and loved.

I did my eyebrows and put on some mascara as I headed to the living room.

Drake and Jack were both downstairs walking around checking there phones every second.

"What's going on?" I asked while I walked to the kitchen and made some food.

"Didn't Chris tell you?" Jack said while looking out of the window.

I frowned confused, but soon remembered what he said about this costumer and him going after him, no.

"Why are you both here then, fuck off I can protect myself, Chris needs help!" I spat angry at them.

"Sorry, Jane orders from the boss. We have to keep a eye out on you," Drake said while looking at me one second before checking his phone again.

It was almost midnight and Christian still hasn't returned.

I kept screaming at them for one point, and they still didn't want to go.

"Orders," Jack said simple.

"Fuck him with his orders, he's going to be dead if you keep protecting me from nothing!" I yelled at them.

"Jane," Drake said while he sighed to say something,

"Drake, fucking don't even try. Just get the fuck out and find him," I said while tears started build up from my eyes.

"Look man, I guess we could check on him and return in a hour if we hadn't found him." Jack murmured while motioning to the door.