Jace puts his utensils down, and looks to his right, at me. His eyes are filled with tiredness, and pain --- I almost feel bad for him. I know that he's experiencing the negative effects of drinking too much the night before. "You joined us at the bar last night?" I nod, and my cheeks heat up at the memory. "You didn't drink, right?" I nod. "I don't remember anything that happened last night, would you mind telling me what happened? Did I do anything... stųpid?"
My eyes widen slightly. He doesn't remember anything? I'm not sure whether I'm relieved, or disappointed. Relieved because I know that if he did remember, he wouldn't stop reminding me about it. Disappointed because, since he doesn't remember, he'll continue to invite women over without feeling any regret. I will be like his former bed warmers, he won't remember the moment that we shared.
I shake my head referring to the second question as I push my thoughts aside. I hear one of his men chuckle with amusement. "I guess that him kissing you wasn't stųpid, was it, sweetheart?"
I grimace in absolute disgust at the nickname that he gave me.
Before anyone can respond to the man's statement, he quickly adds, "My mistake, it was you that kissed him first, wasn't it, sweetheart?"
Jace slams his fist onto the table, glaring at the man. "Stop calling her 'sweetheart'." He looks down at me, forcefully softening his eyes. "I need to talk to you in my office."
I get up, and follow him into his office quickly. I lick my lips nervously when he closes, and locks the door behind me. He approaches me, and brings his hand to my face, but I take a few steps back before he can caress it. Like I told myself last night, the moment that we shared would only be a one time thing. I don't want it to be, yet I am afraid to start something with him. He frowns, and his face turns expressionless. "You're afraid."
I shake my head. "What would I be afraid of?"
"Me, and the future you would have if you were mine."
He is right, but not completely, there's so much more that I am afraid of. I walk away from him, and walk towards the window, facing the amazing view of our beautiful city. It is even more so at night though.
Jace ignores my message, and walks to my side. "I know that I'm right."
I look at him. His eyes aren't filled with cockiness, like I expected them to be, they're filled with kindness. "I think it would best if that didn't happen again."
He scoffs. "That has nothing to do with it. The only reason why they'll go after you is because they know that I have feelings for you. You are my weakness, you are their perfect target. They won't stop until you're dead, or until I no longer care about you."
"Then convince them that you don't love me anymore."
Hurt flashes across his eyes, but he quickly replaces it with his infamous stone, cold look. "If that's what you want, then I'll do it."
I nod, and with that, he leaves the room.
- - -
He kept his promise.
Jace sends Jess a glare after she awed at him, and his new girlfriend as the two of them kissed. Claire is her name, she's an easy going girl --- I assume because she doesn't lose her mind, nor temper. I mean, she still stayed with Jace after she learned what Jace's job is. Yesterday, though, Jace asked me if we could pretend that I'm his other sister. He didn't want our relationship to ruin his current one, but he didn't have the heart to kick me out. I thought that this way would end badly, but Jace insisted on me staying for Jess' sake.
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