Ride Or Die

Ride or Die




"Jaaase," The bride whined, "Where are we going?"
Jason seemed to be getting more and more annoyed with every time she repeated her questions. He shot her a glare and put his hand over her mouth, "Stop talking." He said half jokingly and half serious. Paisley narrowed her eyes and bite down on his fingers making him retract them almost immediately "God damn it, you little shit." Paisley smirked, she loved pushing his buttons. "So, where are am I going?" She stated the question once more in hopes to see how far she can push him into irritation. Jason turned to scold her, "A grave if you don't shut the fuck up."
Paisley turned in the passenger seat of his white Ferrari feeling rather accomplished as she knew he had reached his limits. "Aren't you so excited to spend the rest of our lives together?" Paisley beamed at him, laughing because she already knew what his response would be. His head flipped to the side in order to shoot her a smirk then stared back to the road, "So fucking excited." He spoke sarcastically but in a loving manner. Paisley smirked and leaned over to peck his cheek as he groaned. She pulled back to get a good look at her new husband, "What?" He narrowed his eyes at her and tightened his grip on the wheel, "You gotta give me more than that."
"You're driving!"
"I can multitask."
"Oh yeah?" Paisley smirked, mustering up a plan in her head. She began to climb over the console and into the back seat where she began taking off her clothes. Jason's eyes wandered straight up to the rear view mirror, "Now what are you doing?" She gave him a playful smile, "Come here." He bit down on his lips and took a nanosecond to glance over the back on his seat at his half naked wife, "You're fucking insane, Paisley McCann."
"You made me this way," She leaned over the top of the driver seat to leave a trail of sloppy kisses going down the side of Jason's neck. He held down the moan in his throat as long as possible, "Fuck." He cursed under his breath, "This isn't fair." He tried his best to focus on the road, considering he was going about 90, and he had four lives in the car including his unborn children. "You're such a tease," He once again gazed into the mirror to see a smug smile playing out across his wife's face as she was still leaning over his seat. Suddenly she was falling back into the back seat with a giggle, "I know."
"Just wait till we get there," A smile tugged at the corners of his own lips, "Karma's a bitch."
Her grin finally faded as her eyes nearly popped out of her head, oh shit. What did she get herself into? After the tension died down, Paisley finally climbed back into the passenger seat in a T-shirt and nike pros. Her hair was still curled from the wedding (Like the right picture) and her make up was still settled onto her skin flawlessly. "So where are we going?" She took ahold of Jason's hand and intertwined their fingers, placing them on the console. He groaned and pushed his head back into the head rest on the seat, "That's it. We're going to the court house to get divorce papers." Paisley's mouth parted at his words as she smacked his arm playfully, "You're such an asshole."
"And you love it," He replied cockily.
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Paisley grew more and more agitated by the minute. It felt like they had been in the car for days, but in reality it was just a few hours. "Jason, whe--" She began, but was cut off by Jason's hand forming around her mouth to muffle her words. "Don't you dare ask that one more time." She knocked his hand away and giggled, "When are we going to get there?" He sighed and pulled off at one of the exits. "Five minutes."
Sure enough, seven minutes passed as they were pulling into a boat renting parking lot. Paisley furrowed her eye brows in confusion making Jason chuckle lowly. He turned the car off and got out then went around to let her out. She took ahold of his hand and slid from the Ferrari. Once she was out she took in her surroundings and only became even more confused. There were at least a hundred boats, all different sizes, shapes, and colors.

Jason left her momentarily to go get the keys to a boat he apparently rented weeks before hand. He came back a few minutes later, shoving the keys into his pocket. "Are you coming?" He smirked and pointed towards the boat desk where every one was tied to the wood. Paisley shook her head, "Jase, I'll get sea sick." He shook his head, "I know you get sea sick." She raised her eye brows, "Then why are we gonna spend our honey moon on the ocean?" He shook his head, laughing, "We're not, but we have to boat to the island, it's not far." Paisley smirked finally realizing they where they were going, "Island, huh?" He rolled his eyes and turned, motioning her to follow him.

They came to a halt outside a rather large boat with black tinted windows, and in navy blue cursive the words 'Ride or die' written out along the side. Paisley scoffed, "How ironic," she referred to the boat's name and thought back to the night Jason proposed calling her his 'Ride or Die.' Jason's eyes also lit up humorously, "I thought you might like that."