The bad good girl and him

Chapter 12

*Jases POV*

As we drive away from the asshat I cant help but put a smug smirk on my face, ha suck that fuckwit I get the girl, especially when the girl is my girl. I win, and I never thought I would say those words my girl? Crap when did she become my girl, well I mean she's always been my girl however I've never said anyone was my girl, except Amanda.

*flashback*

"Amanda? Where are you? " I yell as I walk in the front door of the apartment we owned with the ring in my pocket, tonight was going to be the night that I would ask her to marry me, I never wanted my father to be right but in this case I didn't care whether he was or not, I love Amanda.

I walk towards our bedroom thinking she may be asleep since she's had night shifts at the bar she works at, she's been so tired, maybe I could wake her up with a kiss and a bit of chocolate then make my well versed speech and propose.
I can see the door but why are there mens clothes strewn all over the hallway? And as I ask myself this question I realise there's an ominous sinking feeling in my stomach, that feeling that only ever comes when something bad is going to happen. I open the bedroom door not really knowing what to expect but definitely having an idea I'm not taken by complete shock at what she is doing on the bed but with who is with her, my best friend of 17 years and my girlfriend of 2 years in a very compromising position on my bed.

"How could you? You know what I want you both to get the fuck out of my apartment, to think I bought you a fucking ring." I scream

"You're delusional Jase, I was never really your girl and you actually thought I'd marry you? No, I won't, I just needed somewhere to stay and well you were vulnerable." She laughs bitterly while still laying there with Tate, and I snap.

"You know what you whore, you - my ex girlfriend and you my ex best friend can get the fuck off the bed I paid for, get the fuck out of the home I created and stay the fuck out of my life and if I ever see either of you again and you try to make contact with me I will kill you, no doubt about it, I will make it so painful you will really wish you'd never met me. GET OUT!" I yell louder than I ever have and they seem to scatter, she grabs her robe and scurries to the door as he grabs the blanket and does the same and they both leave.

"I will never love again, I solemnly swear to never love another girl!" And with that I grab a bottle of whiskey, here's to a long afternoon and what is sure to be a very long night.

Dave - my long time friend and driver chuckles while skilfully navigating the traffic as Willow crawls around the backseat whilst giggling or crawls as much as possible while in a cramped space and I simply sigh because oh god I love her so much but there is no way I'd be able to tell her.

She's so damn sexy, how have I never noticed her at school? How is it even possible? The pathetic thing is, I know she is beautiful and gorgeous and smart and way out of my league and I know I'm in love with her but because of my fucked up past I can't move on, I want to but I just can't after Amanda I had an agenda, I stopped caring for women that weren't my sister after her, I had this idea of how I would live my life and well Willow was not a part of that plan.

Im snapped out of my reverie by the divider between the front seat and back seat being wound up and a seemingly curious Willow unzipping my pants, pulling them down my legs with some newly found strength in her drunken state, following closely behind my pants were my boxers, with her giggling at my obviously shocked face she started tracing my dick with her index finger and before I had any chance at stopping her there were warm, soft, wet lips wrapping around my extremely hard dick.

"Willow! Stop! What the hell do you think you're doing?!" I all but yell "You're too damn drunk to make a decision like this, hell you wont even remember this in the morning, now stop" I finish my statement by manoeuvring her into a seated position beside me pulling my boxers and pants back on.

She looks up at me with this grin that ugh that I cant say no to and with a bat of her eyelashes I have to remind myself that even though I don't have many morals nor have I ever in this case I have morals because she is important to me.

"Hehe but Jaseeeeyyyyyy I wanna give you a special treat, something that I've never done before, I'm curioussss and I wanna do it." She grins at me while moving ever so slowly towards my crotch. God this girl makes it so hard to keep my head in the right place, the one time I - the bad boy tries to be the good boy and she wants me to be bad, I give in. The minds of women are too hard to navigate and I wont try.

Before I realise what is happening there's a slight moan escaping my throat and I cant bring myself to stop her as she massages my crotch. I know I should but I physically can't. It feels so good, and if this is how she starts off I cant imagine what she is planning to do later. Maybe tomorrow when she's sober we can talk this over.