BROKEN

chapter 14

The drive was peaceful except i came to know that jason is a big fan of fray . It was really astonishing to know that the one who looks so rude is into these romantic songs.

The walk to our destination was small, but the way butterflies were fluttering in my stomach is something i can not explain.

After walking for a few minutes , I observed  an apartment typically differentiated from other by its luxury features.
I never realized Boston could be so beautiful until now.

In front of me , a marvelous penthouse stood tall ,set on a roof top terrace it was like watching a dream come true .  I was not able to believe my eyes when was snatched back into reality by Jason.

"So ....what do you think ??"jason looked at me curiously.

"Its...just ...amazing . Oh my God...I mean it's too good." I exclaimed.

"May I?  "Jason asked for my hand as he directed me towards the apartment  and I was eager to follow.

The lift directly opened in the living room and the view of that spacious cozy apartment was ...something cannot be described.

Each section of the penthouse was furnished with unique materials  . The entrance gallery :marble floors and parchment panels framed in mahogany . For the library:  brazillian rosewood. For the dining:Venetian stucco.

After giving me a small tour of his penthouse , jason took me to his bedroom (well I supposed it's his) , the bedroom with ots needed plaster and king size bed with a bookshelf filled with classics was just breathless.

"Is thi...s ..yours?? "I finally asked .

"Uhm ...well yes and no . ,y father gifted me when I to me in my 17th  birthday,  but I refused to accept it. But still I have access to its use anytime ."

I nod and he lead me to the living room .

"What would you like to have ?"

"Uhmm...water? ."I replied foolishly.

"Well ..will this work" he asked holding high a bottle of  white vine.

I nod and he poured the the vine in my glass,  sitting beside me .

"So tell me something about yourself  ."jason asked making me flush.

" well ..okay..what do you wanna know? "I was trying to behave coolly.

"Where are you from ? What are your pet peeves?"who asks these questions on a first date...duh!!

" firstly, I am from Washington  and I live with my mom . She is getting divorced with my father and the case has been hanging around for a very long time now. And there are no such pet peeves !!!. Tell me something about yourself "I said after a pause.

"I was born and bought up in Boston itself and my mom and dad are still together and are as healthy as a couple their age can be . But I never enjoyed the life with them as one can with parents like them , I always wanted to get out of this town ." Okay...same thoughts , where do he wanna go .

"Where do you wanna go ? "I asked him the same question striking in my subconscious.

"Los Angeles, I wanna live as free as a bird and be happy and free from my parents cage."

"You hungry ?"he asked .

"Yea ..." I chirped.

He lead me to the dining area where despite the presence of a large dining table , a table for two with candles was arranged with rose petals in middle. Argh...I hate Rose's , I realized as soon as they came into view . I am allergic to them.

He pulled my chair and made me seated and sat right across me .

The time I adjusted myself on that chair I started sneezing.  Okay...this is embarrassing.

"What happened "he seemed  worried.

" nothing ...I am just allergic to rose's  . "I sneezed .

Oh...I am so sorry . I didn't know that . I will just get them removed . "He said astonishing me as I felt there was no one except we two in this apartment. When a man wearing ...well we can say a tuxedo without a coat entered and took the roses away.

"He is mr . Harold, my ..this place's housekeeper." Okay.

"Shall we ? "He pointed towards the lasagna and wine.

"Yeah " I said and took a bite. It was amazing.

The dinner went great and now we were just sitting aside the bonfire , talking .

"Do you like music ?"he asked , glaringly.

"Like? I love it . I mean it's my life . I can listen to it all day and night and will never get bored out of it ...trust me. "I spilled

"Sorry to ask , but if music means this much to you ,why are you studying law?"

"Its just complicated,  I mean my mom always wanted me to study and become successful. And she didn't see music as a career for me . However she did paid for my guitar lessons and airpods which  was fine by me .

"You know how to play a guitar . I mean I have one here if you wanna play ."he asked and i nod.

After few minutes mr.harold handed me a guitar and I decided to play  "I dont wanna miss a thing" by aerosmith . 

Time passed on and we both ended up pondering if these good songs will still hold the the same essence in future as they do now.

"What's your favourite song? "I asked jason covering the gap between us.

"As long as you love me ...by backstreet boy. I mean who don't love them ? They obviously owned 1990's ..especially 1997. And are still alive and kicking . And then their the fray . They are pretty good but seems to be sad always ." He guffawed. Okay..I don't agree .

"What about you"he asked .

"I am more into 1d and taylor swift ..you know. "I said and he nodded. The end of conversation.

Now we have been sitting in front of the bonfire for almost like 2 hours and I am really willing that this may never end , but you know ..nothing lasts forever.

"Okay...I should leave . It's late now .  "I said ,just when jason leaned and wrapped his  arms around my waist as my arms went straight to his soft and smooth hairs.

He leaned forward and kissed me . It was really what I thought it would be. It was amazing . But again nothing lasts forever,  he got up as he pulled me with him and I headed back to home.

"You stay here,? "Curiosity.

"No , just thinking of not leaving tonight. "He gushes.

"Oka...y"

"May I leave you , "he asked making meaware of the fact that i didn't bought my car here .

He dropped me home , leaving me with a peck of his lips and rushing before I don't want him to leave.