His Property~ Jaele story

Chapter Four

(Quick Question:
What's ur favorite movie/tv show?
My favorite movie is: She's Dating the Gangster, and my favorite show is literally anything anime.)
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Jace Norman

Her pink plump lips formed into a smile, her brown hair flew effortlessly over her shoulders, a coral colored crop top on, and a pair of light blue jeans on, she sipped on her coffee, her peppermint perfume entered the blond's nose. Small specks of hazel filled the girl's eyes. She was simply lovely. Their date was going great, they just went to a café, and although it was simple, Cree still loved it.

"So, what made you want to go out with me?" Cree asked, sitting down her glass, she leaned back against her seat, giving him a smile, Jace already had an answer, but he couldn't tell her what it was, or else their date would end up in flames. So, he lied, he smiled before speaking "You're just so attractive...and I couldn't get you off my mind." Jace mentally cringed, he hated how he had to lie, but it was all apart of his plan. He may not get with Cree, but he definitely wasn't going to be single for long.

She let out a delightful giggle, before her eyes darkened, her lips released out of the form of a smile and she smirked instead, she leaned forward in her seat. "How about we go back to my place." She said, giving him a provocative wink, her lipgloss shined brightly as she gave him a charming smile. Jace couldn't pass up the opportunity, it had been at least a week since he last had sex, and for him that was way to long. He bit into his lip, tugging it between his teeth.

"Alright then, let's go." He responded, before standing up and paying for their food, giving the cashiers an 20$ tip, he had already taken pictures with them earlier so luckily that was out of the way, he went out the back exit, Cree following behind him. Both of them clandestinely making their way to one of Jace's car. When they got in, he placed his hand on the girl's thigh, the other hand on the wheel, he started up the engine, pulling out of the parking lot. Luckily, they weren't spotted by anyone.

His hand rested comfortably on her thigh, and she looked out the window, which was slightly pulled down. Brisk air hitting their faces, her hair blowing along with the wind. A smile on her lips, Jace's house was only a few minutes away from their current location. A few cars driving past them making a loud "wshh" noise from the wind, Cree fell back against the leather seats, giggling as his hand drew closer to her area.

They reached a black gate, two bodyguards on each side, Jace waved his hand giving them a single to let them in, one of the bigger guards acknowledged that it was in fact the owner of the house, so he complied and him and the darker guard opened the gate, allowing the car to come through. Once Jace pulled into the driveway, they instantaneously climbed out the car. Running hastily inside, his hand holding hers, he opened the door allowing her to walk inside the mansion first. When she did, he followed along, shutting the door behind him. His hands swiftly reached her waist pulling her into a kiss.
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Riele Downs

It was August 15, the start of the bet, and Riele couldn't get it off her mind. While Jace was having a good time, she was suffering in more than one way. She sat impatiently in her chair, which had her name written on it, she desperately wanted to go home. Jace wasn't even here yet, he was late and here the rest of the crew was waiting for him.

"Why can't we just start filming the parts that he's not in?" Riele suggested in an questioning tone, finally looking up from her phone, her head still pounding from the major hangover she had. The biting air hit against Riele's body, sending chills down her skin.

"Give him five minutes, if he's not here then we're starting without him." Nathan said, pinching the bridge between his nose miffed, he went back to writing whatever he was doing before.

(Quick Note: Henry Danger isn't a children's show, and also Dan Schneider isn't the writer/creator cause he's a creepo.)

Four minutes had passed and still no sign of the blond, "y'all should have made me the star of the show, I'd never be late." Riele said sassily, running a hand through her hair, which was down for the episode. The only good thing from Jace being late, is that it took the bet of the girl's mind. Fatigued actors laid back in their seats,  the others still standing. A clicking sound caused everyone in the quiet room to look up, their eyes landing on a door which was being opened. There stood Jace, pushing open the clear door. He let out pants, a few hickies placed in a pattern on his neck.

Riele seemed to be the first one to spot them, she quickly jumped out of her foldable chair, her hands found their way to hips, "oh hell no! You were fourty-minutes late to work cause you was having sex!? Fuck this, y'all can no longer say shit about me being a few minutes late." She yelled annoyed, she dropped her arms off her hips. She stood straight, her face slightly scrunched up. Jace rolled his eyes disinterested in her shit she had to say, "chill out, Princess." He nonchalantly spoke walking towards her to get to his dressing room. None of the other workers said anything, seeing as they were too busy watching them two argue.

"Oh that's it!" She yelled, before lunching at him, tackling him to the ground, at this point she didn't even care if she got fired. Red was all she could see, her hands balled up into a fist, and she almost landed a punch on him but she was lifted on the taller male. She tried to wiggle her way out of the person's grasp but it was no use, she was pulled away from Jace. She let out screams "Let me down! Let me down! Let me down!" She fussed like a child, as she kicked and screamed. She didn't know who was holding her since the person was behind her.

Her feet hit the ground, but the arm never left from her, her feet swiftly spun, allowing her to see who was carrying her. "Oh..hi" she said stiffly, slightly embarrassed by the way she was acting, Coopers' glare sent chills through her spine.'I really need to chill.' She thought, as her face heated up. She turned around seeing that Jace wasn't sitting down on the ground anymore. "Jace Norman! You do realize that this job is important correct? If you couldn't come in then you tell someone. If you come late like this anymore we will have to a problem, got it?" One of the workers scolded at the young adult, he guiltily nodded.

Then the old worker turned to the female, "And you! Riele you can't go around starting fights unless you wanna end up losing your job as well. We have rules here that you need to follow, and if you can't follow them then your done, understand?" The man calmly declared, which Riele compunctiously mumbled "got it." When the grey haired man walked away, Riele walked up to Jace.

"This isn't over between us, next time I'll fuck you up." She whispered her eyes meeting his, she was slightly taken back when the blond chuckled, "I'd like you see you try." He retorted.

"That's it! Looks like I'm going to jail!" She yelled before tackling him again. Nathan ran his right hand through his dark hair, his other hand pinching the bridge between his nose. "Fuck my life." He muttered under his breath.