Sour Patch

16

(Jasons pov)

Bruce lifted his head from my knee when Reese entered the room, I could tell he was nervous and felt bad over everything but for some reason I just couldn't be mad at him; maybe I just didn't have the energy today. Lifting my arm just enough to peer under it I took in the sight that was Reese, he was a mess. He stood there moving his weight from foot to foot as he contemplated on how to approach me, slightly wringing his hands his attention was on Bruce due to the movement of the beasts head. His hair was a mess from running his hands through it too many times, he looked pale but I couldn't be sure that wasn't his natural complexion; being as I haven't analyzed him this closely before. Flicking my eyes to my watch carefully as to not belay movement I saw that it was already evening time. my whole damn day was shot to shit, and I was hungry as hell.

Hey can you drive? Reese nearly jumped a foot as I asked him the question, wincing I sat up and looked at his grimacing expression. Ok there may be a story here but I wasnt going to push for any information, it was plainly obvious that he had something against even the idea of driving. Never mind, I can see it on your face that you dont.

Digging into my pocket I found my phone and began to dial Trixie, as I waited for an answer on the phone I asked Reese what he wanted only to have a noncommittal reply thrown back at me. Shrugging to myself I walked into the kitchen to talk without an audience.

Hey Jason, I didnt think you would be calling so soon.

Trix can you do me a huge favor, love

Uh oh, you called me love what kind of favor do you need?

Well long story short I have become a very injured person, and being the lazy one that I am I was wondering if you could set up some grocery deliveries for. I dont know maybe the next six to twelve weeks.

What the hell did you do?

I havent the foggiest of to what you pertain to my dear, oh and can you also get some delivery sent to me tonight, a little of everything I dont know what I am craving.

Jason answer me, what happened that you cant shop for yourself for at least six weeks.

Hmmm yeah go ahead and have everything automatically come off my personal card, you are the best Trix, do not forget it.

Jason.

What was that? You need to go, damn well I guess I will call and talk to you another time to check up on work and tell you how I am doing.

You better boy try to stay safe I will have food delivered tonight for you, when do you want your groceries to start?

In two days sounds good. Thanks again Trix

Hanging up the phone I felt bad for steamrolling the conversation, however I was not in the mood to answer more questions and deal with a lecture. Luckily Trixie understood that, I would explain everything in due time. Setting my phone down on the counter I ran my hand down my face. I was so tired and frustrated; not at Reese or Bruce but at my situation. I had left work in the capable hands of my personal assistant to figure out what I was doing in my personal life and before the week was out I had put myself out of commission for about three months. Sinking down onto one of my bar stools I placed my head down and sighed. I hated to feel sorry for myself, feeling sorry for yourself only ends in failure and someone latching onto your insecurities to bring you down; I was going to give myself ten more minutes then it will be time to pull myself up and deal with life.

I was watching my ten minutes tick by slowly, and I was so absorbed in the task that I did not register Reese standing in the door way. During the last minute I screwed my face up into my most pitiful look and gave a mental screech about how life just wasnt fair. Then I sat up and shook myself a little to dislodge my pity party, catching a glimpse of Reese watching my display I let out a very manly yelp and proceeded to test the firmness of the floor with my ass. It was decided I had to be the worst stoic business man in the world.

I couldnt help but to start laughing at my own ridiculousness, Reese let out a snicker that he managed to stifle quickly. I heard him quickly crossing the expanse of the kitchen until he rounded the counter, sighing to myself I was sure I was a rough sight. He helped me untangle myself from the stool and stand up from the floor, biting his lip the entire time; I couldnt tell if he was nervous or just trying not to laugh at me. Luckily didnt have long to ponder my question as the doorbell rang, I quickly made my way there to be greeted by a taxi cab driver. Confused I opened the door with an eyebrow raised in query, only to receive the answer when a gruff voice stated he had a delivery for me with instruction to carry fit inside. God bless Trixie that woman thought of everything.