My Guardian Angel (10 page)

“I did and he said he sees me like an older sister.” The words themselves left a bitter taste in my mouth.

“Ouch,” she murmured. “You know what you need? A date!” She stood up and walked over to me. She turned me to face her. “I'm having a party and there’s this guy I would love for you to meet. What do you think?” she asked, excited about the thought.

“I think I have
a stalker-type person, who is after me right now. So, I don’t know.” I was a bit uncomfortable meeting someone right now, afraid they might be my stalker.

She exhaled. “Look, I’ll have security there and only those I know will come.
You can’t stop living your life because of a few packages and a fucked-up childhood. You said it yourself, numerous times might I add, you have to live, Kassia. Look, the guy is nice and I’ve known him for years. Get over your Jason feelings by hanging out with someone your own age. He might treat you the way you want and you’ll forget about young, wet-behind-the-ears, Jason.”

My Faux Date

The moment Tiff left, Jason walked in the door.

“Oh, hey
,” he said, rather surprised to see me. “I thought you might be writing in my room.” He acted a bit nervous. I guess my question a few nights ago might have made him feel uncomfortable.

“Look
, Jason, I'm sorry about what I said before, about you liking me. You don’t have to worry about being around me. You told me how you felt and I understand completely. No hard feelings.” I waved my hands in front of him, trying to make light of the matter. “And just so you know, I have a date.” I kind of lied, well, you would too. It wasn’t exactly a date. Tiff was just introducing me to someone. Jason’s jaw went tight, his eyes cold and his body stiff.

“A date?”
he murmured.

“Tiff is setting me up with a friend of hers and I said yes.” I hadn’t said yes yet, but at this point I wanted to salvage whatever dignity I had left.

“You shouldn’t be thinking about dating
. You should be thinking about your neck and this fucker who’s stalking you,” he growled, throwing his duffle bag to the floor.

“There hasn’t been any other package since that day and I can’t stay in hiding forever.
It’s at Tiff’s place with her friends. Plus, I was thinking since nothing has happened, I might go back home. There isn’t a need for me to be here any longer,” I said bluntly.

Jason’s body language was loud and clear
; the man was angry.

“Then I’ll stay with you
,” he retorted.

“No!” I said flatly.

“No?”
he hissed.

“I'm glad we’re friends and I'm glad I met you, but I don’t want to get the wrong idea again.” I was hardly able to stammer the words out.

“When’s the party?’
he asked, not looking at me.

“Tomorrow night. Tiff is sending over a dress for me.” I smiled, but didn’t mean it.

“So a date
, huh? That’s good,” he remarked as his voice almost cracked.

“Yeah
, a date. Apparently, he’s nice and Tiff thinks we’ll get along.” I walked over to the kitchen as I let him think about what I had said. Jason hardly spoke a word after my statement.

“Jason?” I called out.

“Yeah,” he said softly.

“I made food. Do you want me to warm it up?”

He stood in the same spot not moving an inch. “Maybe later, I need to clean up first.” He smiled and headed towards the bathroom.

I watched him leaving me behind.
The feeling was God-awful. I heard him turn on the shower, the water spraying the tub.

I was left alone in his condo, left to contemplate the feelings I was having.
I wanted to run into the bathroom and hold him. To tell him exactly how I felt. I wanted… No! I needed his touch. But I was nothing except a friend, an older sister as he put it. Whatever I was feeling was unhealthy and not real. I should have known better than to leave myself so vulnerable to someone like him. But how could I fight it? He made sense to me. My body craved him. My mind yearned to connect with his. My greedy eyes drank him in, like he was all I had ever or would ever desire. Fuck! One tear, then two tears. All of them fell slowly down my cheeks. I quickly wiped them away, knowing this was nothing but my foolishness for wanting something I could never have.

I went to bed that night determined to let go.
To no longer want Jason and to move on, away from this tethered pull I felt. I wanted to snap it in two and never look back.

“She really overdid it this time,” I said to myself as I looked in the mirror. Tiff went all out on my tiny black cocktail dress.

It was tight to my body, hugging my curves just right, with black oriental lace and a sexy
, open back. I placed my hands on my hips, feeling my waistline and how soft it felt to the touch. La piece de resistance were the shoes, which were Louboutin, hot pink sling backs. Damn, I was smoking hot with my hair all wavy, cascading past my shoulders into perfect large curls. I swallowed hard, knowing I had to walk out of this bedroom to an awaiting Jason, who had the night off. I took a deep breath. Well, at least I could look mouthwatering. Even an older sister could look hot, right? Right?

I turned the doorknob and opened the door.
The heavy aroma of tomatoes and basil hit my nose. Jason was cooking. Soft jazz music was playing in the background as I made my way through the hallway. I stopped short and waited just before the entryway to the living room and kitchen area. I watched him in his tight, grey t-shirt, cooking. He had a towel thrown over his right shoulder. His jeans barely hung off his hips as he made his way around his kitchen, making himself pasta. I took two more steps and purposefully knocked my heels a little harder so he would notice me.

Jason stopped what he was doing and simply looked.
No words were exchanged, his grey eyes taking measure of me. My skin grew hot and I began to feel my belly drop. I dragged my eyes away from his, wanting to break free from his gaze and separate myself from him. I wanted to take back what I had so freely given and become Kassia once more.

“Looking good
,” he said quietly, as I picked up my purse.

“Thanks. I won’t be too late
, and if I am, I’ll call you.” I reached the front door. That’s when I heard his breath hitch. He growled into his chest, but I chose to ignore it.

“Do you really think you should be wearing that?’
he grumbled. I rolled my eyes at his question.

“Yes! Why?”

He threw the towel onto the counter and marched over to me.

“Don
’t you think it makes you look easy?”
Oh, you asshole, you.

“No! I think it makes me look sexy and hot and I'm hoping my date will
, too,” I fired back, now glaring at him. My heels made me taller, but still the boy towered over me.

“Make sure he treats you the way you should be treated
,” he brooded.

“I’ve been dating since you’ve been in elementary school. I know how to make a man treat me right.” I grabbed the doorknob.

“Just be careful and have fun,” he said in a serious tone.

I yanked the door open and left.

The party was nice. I was able to talk to some other authors. I really enjoyed discussing our craft. As for my date, the man was good looking and nice, but he wasn’t interested in me. He wanted Tiff. She just didn’t know it.

The whole night he made sure he was
within earshot of her, almost ignoring me. I was okay with it, only because he had his crush and I had mine. I laughed as I was having my wine, thinking how he’ll eventually be in the spot I'm in and start to let go of how he felt. Tiff never told me, but the truth was she always had a thing for my brother. I tried once to convince him to go out with her, but it blew up in my face. I never told her he wasn’t interested. A small part of me thought he didn’t want to go out with her because she posed a challenge he wasn’t ready for.

Tiff had a limo come and pick me up and told me the same limo would drive me back home whenever I needed.
I decided to not think about anything and enjoy my night.

It was well into the night before I eventually made my way back to Jason’s condo. I quietly opened the door not to wake him, since he’d been sleeping on his couch. I had offered him his own bed, but he refused every time. The last time he nearly bit my head off, so I let it go.

I made my way
past him. My eyes gazing over to see the moonlight’s blue hue highlighting his bare chest. I stopped and stared, knowing I was doing what I promised myself I wouldn’t. What was I? A masochist? I tore my eyes away and headed to the bedroom, when I started to hear his quiet pleas. He began moving and jerking around, his face was contorted and he bared his teeth. Jason was having a nightmare.

I moved in closer
while his hand reached out trying to grab the air in front of him. I took his hand into mine. He held it tight like a vise. He then pulled me to his body. He hugged me close, murmuring words I could barely understand. Silent tears fell as he tried to fight whatever terror he was facing. With my free hand, I gently wiped his tears away, caressing his somber face. His breathing began to slow down and he stopped stirring. He nuzzled his face into my neck and held me tight. I eventually fell asleep in his warm embrace.

I guess I was a masochist.

I awoke, startled as I looked around and found myself in Jason’s bed, but sans Jason.
I was still dressed from last night. I rose up from the bed and looked into the mirror, which was across from me. Fantastic! My makeup and hair looked like shit. I begrudgingly moved out of bed and slowly made my way to the bathroom. I heard Jason moving in the living room area. I moved in closer and saw he was hunched over as he sat on his couch with his head in his hands. I tiptoed closer, not wanting to frighten him.

“Are you
okay?” I asked in a soft voice. He didn’t speak, but rather he slowly massaged his head. I moved in closer and touched his hand.

“I'm here if you want to…”

Jason then grabbed my hand and pulled me to him, our faces nearly touching. I looked into his face and saw he was crying. His watery grey eyes had now turned soft and molten as he peered down at me, making me melt from the inside out. His hand slowly reached up and touched my face, gently feathering my skin. It seemed as though he was almost afraid to touch me. He leaned forward letting his nose slide up my jawbone as he took in my scent. My heart began to beat wildly as I felt him ever so fuckin’ tenderly touch me, like I was the most precious thing to him. I closed my eyes reveling in the desire I felt as he ignited the flames inside me. He leaned in closer still; his lips now grazing my neck. A small moan escaped me as his hot breath left my body limp. I was giving in even though I shouldn’t. But I wanted to, I wanted him.

I opened my eyes and saw him staring back, his tears still slowly falling.
I reached up and with my thumb I gently wiped them away. He nudged his face into my palm as he closed his eyes. My heart wrenched as I saw him in his personal torment. I wanted to protect him, to save him from whatever was deep inside him. I inched my face closer and tenderly kissed him on his lips. I moved back and gazed upon his face. He opened his eyes and his tears were now falling down onto his lips; he leaned in and kissed me hard.

The eagerness of his kiss left me breathless.
He took my face into his hands and held me close to him as he kissed me in a tender, yet forceful way. His tongue danced wildly with mine as he continued to hold me.

Without breaking our kiss, Jason scooped me up and carried me to his bed.
He laid me down as he lay on top of me. His body weight felt like heaven. He moved his lips and began kissing my neck. His hands moved up and down my body in a slow, feverish way, which left trails of heat across my skin. He turned me over as he continued to kiss my bare back. I could hear the zipper of my dress coming undone. His hands made their way up to my shoulders. That’s when he gently took off my dress and tossed it on the floor. My breasts were bare for him to see. His breath hitched as his eyes drank in my nakedness. His mouth crashed onto my nipple as he sucked and licked, making me arch my back. His hands held onto my waist as he devoured my body. I reached down and yanked at his boxers, which he quickly disposed of. His lips never once left my body. I felt utterly desired. He wanted me as much as I wanted him. I ran my fingers across his back, earning me a low growl. I licked my lips enjoying his sound. I felt him. He was hard as stone as his hot cock lay between us.

He reached into his nightstand and pulled out a condom. He moved off me, towering over my body. I watch him, mesmerized, as he slowly slid the condom down his cock.
He grabbed the base and held it. I moaned at the very sight of him. He lowered himself on top of me, his fingers slowly finding their way to my wet folds. He barely played with me; as he brought his fingers up to his mouth, my juices nearly dripped off them. He licked them one by one as he stared at me. I felt him nudge at my entrance. I lifted my hips and he slid in. I arched my back, his size being a bit much for me. He waited and then began to move.

He growled as my hips moved with him, matching him for every thrust.
I could feel my orgasm building as he pushed harder inside me. His jaw clenched and he groaned in agony. My orgasm barreled down and I nearly screamed. Jason’s thrusts moved harder, riding it out. He then growled and came. His sweaty body collapsed on top of me. Both of us tried to catch our breaths as we withered in each other’s ecstasy.