Black

Chapter 22

After dinner Jason stormed out of the kitchen. What's his problem though? If he won't open up to me, me neither with him. At first he's friendly and the next minute he hates me, it's frustrating me so hard that I almost would fall over my own thoughts about everything. I know my job is nothing in comparison with his, but it's not like he's in the presence of women all day long right? Shit, maybe he is.

I'm sitting in the living room watching some television, when at my astonishment Jason popped beside me on the sofa. He was wearing a black short and light blue T-shirt with a v-neck. His hair were still wet from his shower. The masculine soap smell tickling my nostrils in surprise. He smells so good, so sexy.

This was the first time he actually sat in the sofa with me. At the evenings I always heard noises from his chamber so I presumed he has a television on his room. Now, he all of a sudden decided to watch in the living room with me. I'm watching in front of me when I see him glancing at me in the corner of me eye. He only needs to watch me to give me goosebumps all over my body. I already felt his hands around my waist, his lips on mine, but the thought of him going all the way with me drives me crazy.

Suddenly he reaches for the remote control and zaps to another channel. "Hey, I was watching that." I admit with a frown. "No, you weren't." He says boldly. "What were you watching then?" He questions me with a grin. "I was watching euh, something about dresses." I reply him unsure. "Dresses huh." He shrugs. "This is my house and I want to see this now." He states calmly with a smug face. "Jerk," I whisper softly, but quickly place my hand on my mouth. Shit, did I really said that out loud. I gently turn my head into his direction to see him staring in utter shock at me.

"What did you just call me?" He says calmly, but not with a happy face. "Nothing." I quickly reply him, watching him with an uneasy feeling piling up in my stomach. "Bitch." He says out loud on a rude tone. What the fuck! "Did you just call me a bitch!" I squeel in utter shock. "Maybe." He smiled victoriously. A feeling of rage flared up inside of me. He's got some nerves that man calling me a bitch.

I grab a pillow behind my back and threw it with all the force I got into his face. When I saw what I had done it was too late to react. Another pillow came crashing into my face. "Oh my God, Jason this is war!" I giggle hard at him. I quickly jump out of the sofa taking two pillows under my arms and hide myself behind another sofa before he could throw a pillow on me. When I look up behind the sofa his spot was empty. What the hell. Where did he go so fast? It was so silent, that at any moment a murder could take place.

Suddenly I feel a pillow landing hard on my back. I turn myself to see and hear him laughing from the other side of the room behind a large dresser. I ran into his direction with my two pillows and smashes them on him repeatedly until he takes my feet and with a hard bang I fell on my bottom beside him. Luckily there was a soft carpet that softened my fall. I squeel in terror and punched one pillow back into his face. I heard his laughter above all the noises we were making with are little pillow fight.

His laughter was so contagious I joined him pretty much when it started. He roughly throws the pillows into another direction leaving me with no defense, but my own hands. He smirks at my sudden lack of confidence and I could feel the tension between us. I layed there on my back, clueless about what to do next. His gaze trails down to my chest and back up to my eyes. I swallow hard and I'm pretty sure I see him struggling with his own thoughts as well. This situation is becoming so weird now.

His eyes darken for a second and that's when he leans closer to me with his hands besides my shoulders. Oh no, is he going to kiss me? "What are you going to do now without your pillows?" He asked me seriously, but a twinkling in his eyes softened his demeanor. "I don't know." I tell him honestly with a cracked voice. "Rose the control freak doesn't know what to do next, that's a shame." He smirks at me, enjoying every moment of it.

I shrug at him not knowing how to react properly now. Jason smiles at me one last time before helping me back on my feet. He walks back to the sofa and lays all the pillows back on the sofa. "See you tommorow," he looks at me one last time before leaving me in the living room.

I turned off the television and made me way up to my chamber. Sudden exhaustion and confusion tormenting me. When I entered my room I heard Jason's voice coming from his room. "Tommorow evening at nine at your place is great. See you tommorow Anne." I heard him saying. He has a date tommorow evening.

That's why I need to keep my distance with him. He's always with rich, gorgeous women. A man like him would never want me. I shake my head in disbelief. Suddenly I hear his door opening and I quickly shut my door in panic. I heard his footsteps through the hallway and for two seconds he stopped in front of my door. My heart is pounding in my chest. But as soon as he stopped, he walked further away from my room. I swallow hard and let myself glide on my bottom with my back against the door. I'm so foolish right now.

We were just joking around that's all. Maybe he wants to be friends. Maybe that's why he had played with the pillows with me. Yes, he just wants to be friends. Maybe it's not bad to have a friend around in this large house. Someone other then Karl because he's been growing on me since we were stuck with each other for weeks now.

I have to admit I like it here, now I can work again.