The Temptation || on hiatus

Chapter Thirty Five; I Hate You

So it's been a few weeks since me and Jason had that stupid little fight. We made up pretty much the day afterwards. I would define it as make up sex to be honest but oh well.

Jason is pretty desperate for sex. I was okay with it at first but now it's just a bother really. It's supposed to be special but whatever. Enough with the sex talk because today is March 1st, otherwise known as Jason's twentieth birthday.

Jason has regained most of his strength back to stand and walk on his own. He still wears a large bandage by his wound though. We also, I guess you would say 'moved' back in with the guys.

Any who, I get out of bed after thinking to myself and throw my hair up into a messy ponytail. I walk downstairs wearing only a thong and one of Jason's t-shirts. The shirt comes just below my butt so I'm not too worried about anything showing.

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Once I reach the bottom floor of the house, the mixed smell of scrambled eggs, bacon and toast filled my nostrils. I moan playfully, my mouth watering just at the smell of it all. I go into the kitchen and see Jason at the stove cooking, the aroma becoming stronger. I smile and hug him from behind.

"Morning, princess." He says, being able to notice the smile from the tone of his voice. "Good morning, birthday boy. Shouldn't I be the one cooking for you?" I ask him raising an eyebrow. His lip curls up in a smile as his mouth lets out a faint chuckle.

"Well I would allow that but I woke up pretty early this morning and you just looked so peaceful asleep." Jason shrugs as he kisses my cheek. I roll my eyes in a playful manner pecking his shoulder.

"Oh and happy birthday, baby boy," I smile looking at him, his bare back showing all his tattoos. He smiles as he sets the plates down. "Thank you, sweetheart." He says sweetly as we eat breakfast.

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It was now about a quarter to nine pm. We all decided to take Jason to the club for his birthday. I being his date of course. I get ready in Jason's bedroom as he gets ready in one of the guest rooms. I change into a skin tight mini dress in a deep shade of green that it almost looks black.

I curl my hair at the ends letting it fall loosely over my shoulders. I put on a light shade of red lipstick along with a little eye make up. I really didn't wanna over do it. I slip on a pair of black felt stiletto heels before grabbing my purse walking downstairs.

I noticed everyone was already downstairs including Jason. I feel my cheeks flush as Jason looks over in my direction, seeing his jaw drop. "What? Is it too much? Ugh I didn't wanna overdo it." I groan covering my face.

"No baby, you didn't over do it. I think you look amazing." Jason says softly as he pulls my hands away. I blush looking up at him even in five inch heels. "Let's go, baby girl." He says taking my hand as we walk outside into the car.

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About fifteen minutes later, Zak pulls up in front of a club. It looks all too familiar. Oh hm let's see, I know why. This is the club where I got 'kidnapped' and I thought I was gonna die. How fun? I don't wanna seem like a person to bring things down but I feel like something bad is gonna happen.

Whether it has to do with the Northsiders or what. I just feel that way. I follow Jason inside as he walks to the bar sitting on one of the stools. His arms wrap around my small torso as he orders drinks. I turn towards him fumbling with my fingers.

"Oh um, I don't wanna drink. Not tonight." I say quietly. I'm surprised Jason even heard me. He shrugs not even trying to convince me. "Okay, more for me then." He smirks.

I force a smile as the two drinks came to him. I assume they were strong judging by their intense smell. I put a hand over my mouth and nose to avoid the smell as Jason downs them in less than five minutes..

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I stand up with Jason as he walks towards the dance floor, more of a stumble actually. He grabs my hips roughly as he pulls them into his roughly grinding onto me. Usually you'd think I'd like it but I really don't.

I try moving my hips away from him but his hands won't budge. He grabs my hand running it over his crotch through the material of his jeans. I finally have a burst of strength run through me. I pull my hand away quickly managing to pull my hips away also, almost bumping into someone.

"Stop it." I say sternly looking at him. He playfully rolls his eyes shoving my hips back. I look at him taken back. "Fine, be a fucking prude then. I'm going to the bathroom," he mutters shoving past me, his cherry red shoes stomping with each step he took.

I watch him walk into the mens bathroom with a blank expression. I sigh quietly and take a seat by the crew who were sitting in a booth, surprisingly not drunk. Zak looks down at me putting a hand on my shoulder.

"You alright, bud?" He asks looking down at me. "Sort of, Jason's just acting like an asshole." I shrug looking down at the table. "Don't worry, he'll snap out of it." He says reassuringly. I sure hope so.

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It's been about thirty minutes since Jason said he was going to the bathroom. I stand up worriedly and cautiously walk towards the mens bathroom. I slowly open the door seeing a large bathroom. "Jason?" I call out softly.

I hear moaning coming from one of the far stalls. I roll my eyes walking farther into the bathroom. I feel my hands shake nervously as I notice only one stall occupied which was the one with the busy couple.

I sneak a glance under the stall just in case and widen my eyes. I notice the same cherry red shoes under the stall door with their jeans and boxers dropped down to their ankles. My heart breaks even more when I hear a female moaning.

"Oh Jason. You're such a bad boy." I hear the mystery girl moan out. I feel tears well up at my eyes. "I hate you." I say under my breath running out of the bathroom, my heels clicking against the floor. I run out of the club and run until it hurts to even stand in my heels.

I take them off walking barefoot on the damp pavement towards the house. I grab the spare key under the mat and run upstairs into Jason's room packing everything I own.

I then run back downstairs and outside getting into my car that's been parked in the driveway. I back the car out speeding towards my parents house with my eyes not being able to stay dry.