Jason Mccan || Take My Heart

three

T h r e e

"People with dark minds are the smartest."

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"Are you going to listen to me?" Jason asked, his eyes meeting mine as I sat on my bed, legs crossed. His hands were placed either side of my thighs and he was bent down to my eye level while Alfredo leaned against the door frame.

I wanted to roll my eyes at Jason's stupid question. Of course I was going to listen to him, half of me was scared of him while the other wanted to slap him which was very tempting, by the way.

The smirks he gave all the time and the winks he shot constantly, all made me want to slap him despite of how attractive it was.

His brown orbs stared into mine and for once in my life, Jason looked concerned. Whether the concern was for himself or for someone else, I didn't think he had it in him to be worried about something, let alone someone.

"Yes, I'm listening." I replied, pulling the sleeves of my pink sweater down.

"You're going to stay in your room while we plan out some things that you have no part in." Jason started as Alfredo sent me a small smile before leaving the room. "You know you have to agree on this, right? Otherwise - punishments, baby girl."

Punishments. What did these punishments mean? What kind of punishments were they? I had so many questions that I wanted to ask him but I know he wouldn't answer of them. I already could start reading Jason, even if I had only known him for a week.

"I got it."

"Good work." He replied before a smirk fell on his lips, his thumb caressing my thigh softly making goosebumps rise up my arm - even with a sweater on, he gave me goosebumps and that was saying something. He got up, walking towards the door but my mouth betrayed me.

"Why me?"

Jason turned around to face me, his eyebrows raised at my question. He didn't look like he was angry which was a good sign, I didn't need him giving me one of these so called punishments, even if a part of me wanted to find out what they were.

To my surprise, a smirk reappeared on Jason's lips as he walked back towards me, bending down once again.
"I don't answer your questions. If I don't want you asking me any questions, then you won't. Remember why? Because you're mine."

All these questions that I had would never be answered and I'm just practically waiting for the day where I die. I felt his hand softly hold my cheek as he turned my head towards him.

"You can't control me over what I say, Jason." I replied, taking a deep breath.

"Don't be so sure." He assured as I raised my eyebrows at him. "You can say my name, though. I like it when you say that."

I rolled my eyes, biting the inside of my cheek as his hand removed from my cheek. Why can't he just simply answer my questions?

"And don't look so worried, babe. You're going to be here for a while."

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What seemed like countless hours later, my door opened and Jason walked in with a pair of sweats and a muscle tee which showed his arms off. Stopping myself from looking, I noticed what he was wearing was similar to me. I wore a pair of sweats with a pink tank top which he was now looking at.