No Time

Chapter 21

The next morning I woke up with the worst headache I've has in a long time.

"Ugh," I groaned shoving my face into a pillow.

Suddenly the pillow moved and wrapped its arms around me.

Bloody Hell?

Letting my eyes finally open I immediately saw that I wasn't lying on a pillow, but rather a person.

"Oh my God!" I gasped, immediately sitting up and looking down only to lock eyes with Jasper.

"You're not a pillow," I said, stating the obvious.

"No I'm not," he nodded, his deep morning voice making me want to melt.

"How did I get in here?" I asked taking in his room that was nearly all black.

He had black silk sheets that covered his bed that had to be twice the size of mine, black and gold curtains that were drawn in order to keep the sun from shining in our eyes and waking us up, black arm chairs sitting on the left side of the bed, a black couch sitting in front of a black brick fireplace that was surrounded by black bookcases, and of course it was all tied together with black walls and dark floors.

"You don't remember getting drunk at the gala and telling me you didn't want to sleep alone?" he asked teasingly.

"I did that?" I replied, eyes bugging out of my head.

Suddenly it all came back in flashes, Benjamin showing up and cornering me at the bar, martinis, and shots, lots of martinis and shots.

"Oh my God, I did that," I groaned falling face first into a pillow.

"Yes, yes you did," he chucked.

"So you like black," I stated, changing the subject.

"I guess I do," he shrugged taking a look around the room.

"Why?"

"I'm not sure, I suppose I just like sleeping in dark spaces."

"Mmm, interesting," I mumbled cuddling into a pillow.

"Come on Clara," Jasper said, getting out of bed and pulling the covers off me. "It's eleven o'clock, it's time for breakfast.

"But I want to sleep," I huffed.

"We have pop tarts," he bribed.

After letting out one more groan of protest I slowly lifted myself off the bed and followed Jasper to the kitchen, where we were greeted by the sight of Alex making out with a brunette.

"I highly recommend you remember who's house you're in," Jasper said stiffly, causing the two to pull apart.

"Sorry Mr. Crowley," Alex apologized, a blush creeping its way onto his cheeks.

"Hi, I'm Maddie," the brunette introduced sliding off her stool to shake our hands.

"Clara," I greeted, shaking her hand.

She turned to shake Jasper's hand, but ended up pulling her hand away when he simply looked down at her with a cold stare.

"You'll have to excuse Jasper," I told her once Jasper walked off to make coffee. "He tends to forget his manners when it comes to people who don't benefit his business."

"I heard that." Jasper called out over his shoulder.

"You were supposed to," I shot back, walking over to his side. "Now where are those pop tarts?"

Jasper opened up a cabinet full of junk food just like the one in New York and handed me the box of pop tarts.

"You better let me actually eat it this time," I scolded, earning a small smile from Jasper.