Kidnapped By My Best Friend

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MORGAN'S POINT OF VIEW:

These past couple of days have been crazy. I have been all around California. I was in San Francisco this morning, and now i'm in Hollywood. I had three interviews today, and for the most part, they were all about Jackson and our chemistry. The interviewers asked the most outrageous questions, like how do I feel about what I do. I had to act like it was the only thing I could to do to survive, which was half way true, if I didn't want Jacob and Dirk to kil me. But anyway, I didn't know that normal people were actually interested in porn business. It's Six PM, and I'm in Hollywood to meet with Jackson, Jasmine said he wanted to see me. I'm super excited, I even went to the salon and spa and got dolled up. I even changed my hair color, hopefully he likes it.

I walked into The Taste, the restuarant we arranged to meet at and I smiled when I seen Jackson. It was one of the best restuarants in the city, celebrities came from all over just to get a soda from this place. But something was off, Jackson gave me a blank expression, and didn't even greet me. I sighed and gently sat down. I looked at him for a few seconds before speaking. 

"Someone wake up on the wrong side of the bed this morning?" I said lightly, trying to crack a joke. 

Instead of a smirk, a laugh or chuckle, all I got was the same blank expression. It was like he was a totally different guy from four days ago. The waitress quickly came to assist us.

"What can I start you two off with?" The brown eyed, heavy set woman asked. She had long, curly, brown hair. I looked up at her and smiled.

"I'd like a eg-" I tried to say but I was cut off by Jackson. He glared at me then looked back at the waitress. 

"There is no need to take orders. This is just a brief meeting." 

"Uh ok-okay, sir." She mumbled. Her eyes fell to the ground, I guess she was expecting this tip. 

He noticed her facial expression and chuckled, "Don't worry, I'll still tip you."

"Jackson!" I semi-yelled. I couldn't believe he was being this rude.

"What is your problem?!" I asked. 

He looked at me and clenched his jaw. "My problem? You apparently have a problem with me." He said under his breath.

I frowned and looked into his eyes. They were dark and emotionless. I was so confused about what was going on. Did he assume that just because Jacob didn't like him, I wouldn't either? My heart began to beat out of my chest, he was the last person I'd ever be mad at.. He was so beautiful and everything that I craved. 

"I don't have any problem with you, Jackson!" I said with hurt in my voice.

He fastened his coat, then directed his attention back to me.

"Well, according to your security guard, you do!" He said lowering his voice.

I fidgeted and looked at him in confusion.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Jackson!" 

"Well then, ask your damn security guards why I'm not permitted on your property."

He stormed out of the restuarant, and I just sat there with a confused expression on my face. I can't believe that he just blew up on me for no apparent reason. The waitress came back moments later with concern written all over her face.

"Is everything alright, Ma'am?" she kindly asked. 

I faked a smile and looked up at her.

"Everything is fine."