Pretty Lies

Chapter Fifteen.

She wouldn't shut up, he wanted her to shut up, she has been talking for about half an hour now and she gave Jason migraine.

Isabella, he believed her name was, gave him the address for her apartment, so he putted it into his GPS and drove.

"This is my apartment over there." Gabriella pointed her finger again the window as Jason parked into the parking lot.

"I figured." He mumbled, getting out if the car.

He walked around to her door and opened it then helped her out.

"Waittttt." She squeaked putting her hand on his shoulder balancing herself as she took off her heels.

He rolled his eyes then led her to the building.

"Home sweet home!" Gabriella stumbled into her apartment giggling, she's wayyyy too drunk.

"I've done my job, you're home safe, now I'm gonna hit the road." He told her as he placed her on the couch, she was loud and extremely annoying and he fully regretted thinking about talking to her back in the club.

"I can't walk to my bedroom." She groaned barely recognizing her voice.

"Your problem." He tried to walk towards the door but she grabbed his arm.

"Take me to my room and don't be a dick." Her tone was low and slow, and she took him by surprise when she crumbled back to her feet, pushing her weight against him as he stood in silence.

"Where's your room?" He asked quietly and she raised her head a little and nodded towards the closed door at the end of the hall.

He held her waist, to help her steady herself then started walking towards her room.
He took a quick glance at the walls as he walked, they were shade of peach, and there were some photos of animals and panoramic views and girly shit.

He opened the door of her room and the strong perfume welcomed him, he walked further into the room, he put her gently on the bed, carefully not to hit her head against the headboard even though he wanted to.

"I smell like raw meat." She giggled then rolled on her stomach.

"Fuck." Jason cursed under his breath as he turned his head away his head.

"I'm gonna take a shower." She slurred against the pillow.

"Whatever." He said as he walked out of her room, he wanted to get out of there as fast as possible.

When his hands reached the door knob, he heard a crush against the floor.

"What is it now?" He hurried to the room to discover the sound.

He found Gabriella on her knees, holding on the edge of the bed and there were  broken glass on the floor, he thought it was the lamp that were...used to be on her nightstand.

"What the hell are you doing? I just left you snoring." He put his hand on his hip and with the other he rubbed his temples.

"I told you I smell awful, I'm gonna take a shower." She told him with the most babe tone he ever heard.

"Can't you just take it tomorrow?" Is this night ever going to end?

"No I can't, I won't be able to sleep." She groaned, rubbing her eyes with her fists.

He looked at the door, then back at her, if he left her like this she would go to the shower by herself and maybe stumble and hit her head, and if he helped her get into the shower...only the thought sent shivers down his spine.

"Fuck...come on." He walked over at her sighing in defeat and she giggled.

She raised her arms, wrapping them around his neck as he helped her get on her feet, she pressed herself against him and he turned his head sharply towards her and their eyes locked.

"I know you've been watching me on the bar." She told him smirking playfully, oh no.

"No I wasn't." He lied breaking their eye contact as he made his way towards the bathroom.

He turned the lights on then pushed her gently into the shower then tuned the water on, she gasped the chuckled.

"With the clothes on? You don't like, trust yourself?" She giggled pushing her long hair off her forehead.

Her words hit him like train but he recoverd quickly, he didn't look at her nor did he answer, instead he reached up for the curtain but he suddenly felt her wet hands pulling him by the coller of his shirt and practically smashing her lips with his.

He never experienced how is it to be connected with electricity wires but now he knew how it feels like.

She pulled him further under the streaming water.

His body was working the complete opposite way, his mind was ordering it to.

He can still tase the strong blue liquid on her tongue as she pushed it between his lips.

His hands wrapped around her bare bare back pulling her closer.

One of her hands unbuttoned the fist two buttons of his shirt.

No, Jason knock it off.

She's intoxicated

She doesn't know what she's doing.

You need to leave.

"Stop." His tone was so low, he didn't even recognize it.

"It's not what your body is telling me." She whispered in his ear but he pushed her, harder this time that her back slammed against the cold wall.

"Stop fucking around!" He shouted and she blinked rapidly as he turned the water off, he was mad, he had no fucking idea why but he was.

He practically dragged her out of the shower and went to her room.

Her head was buzzy and she felt dizzy as he put her on the bed and throw a towel at her.

"Hey!" She squeaked at him as he opened her closet and eyed it for a second before pulling out an oversized shirt and handed it to her.

"Change, now then give me your worn clothes." He ordered then left the room.

He waited impatiently behind the door, "hurry the fuck up!" He pounded against the door and she jumped in her place.

"Shut up I'm almost done, geez." She wasn't sure how she managed to get out of her dress and bra, but she did and she almost clapped her hands when she pulled the shirt over her head.

"Done!" She giggled and Jason entered the room, and without a word he took her worn clothes from the floor and made his way towards her bedroom door.

"Hey, what are gonna do with my clothes." She literally whined and he glared at her.

"I'm doing you a favor so shut up and go to sleep before you pass out." He told her then slammed the door shut.

"Weirdo." She rolled her eyes then pulled the duvet over her freezing body and laid back in bed.

He walked out of the elevator then rushed to his car then put the dripping clothes in a bag in the trunk then got in his car.

He was wet and it was cold, he was so angry that he could kill and it was all because of who? Mike.

He pulled his phone from the behind the steering wheel and dialed Mike's number but it went straight to his voicemail.

"You better not show me your face tomorrow." He hung up the phone and started driving to the laundry.

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So Mike is in a trouble that's obvious 😂
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