Chapter 96: Chapter 96

Claire's POV

My eyes widened in panic and I looked around helplessly wondering why he was taking me to his bedroom.

"I don't need to go to your bedroom. Just put me down, you creep," I protested, struggling to get down but he just chuckled and held me tightly.

"There's no need to get so worked up. It's the only place that has furniture to sit on," he told me and I gulped the panic away. Oh, was he telling me the truth?

"Oh, but I can sit on the floor," I said, making him roll his eyes.

He took me to his room and put me down and encircled me in his arms. "Why are you so nervous? Don't worry, I will make love to you only when you're ready. I just brought you here to spend some time together, getting to know each other well," he said, his devilish eyes gazing at me determinedly while I was hypnotized by him.

I couldn't relax, what did he mean by that?

He finally released me and went to get his laptop while I sat on his bed wide-eyed and wary.

He brought his laptop and placed it on the bed."Sit, I will show you things that will make you know more about me," he said as he switched it on.

I looked around his bedroom and noticed that it was very sparsely furnished with only a double bed and a small nightstand and a built-in closet while the rest of the house was empty with no furniture. Why didn't he decorate his home?

"This is my parent's house," he said, showing me a picture of a huge sprawling mansion with a breathtaking garden surrounding it. "My parents, you've already met them," he said as he showed me uncle Kevin and aunt Sarah's picture.

"Do you need help decorating this house?" I asked in confusion. His parents' house was so tastefully furnished, but this house didn't even have the necessary furniture.

"I don't plan to live here forever. I'm here on a mission. The sooner it's done, the faster I can leave," he said and I nodded although I had no idea what mission he was talking about. Maybe something to do with his work. "This is my house," he said showing me a picture of himself in front of his magnificent mansion with a modern and contemporary edge to it's exteriors.

My jaw dropped at the sheer beauty of the place, "It's stunning," I said and his eyes brightened up.

"Do you like it?" he asked me looking deeply into my eyes.

"Yes, it's a beautiful home," I said as he smiled.

"I'll take you there soon," he said as I nodded. "Now, what do you love to eat the most?" he asked suddenly as I turned to look at him with surprise.

"Italian, you?" I asked him as he smiled.

"You don't want to know," he said staring at me softly.

"That's not fair. I told you mine." I argued. How will I get to know him if he suddenly became secretive?

"If I tell you I would want to have it," he said as I nodded.

"Ok we can order both our favourites for dinner," I said grinning and waiting for him to say it so that we could go ahead and order our food.

He put his laptop away and suddenly pulled me onto his lap, so that I was straddling him, taking me by surprise.

"I love to eat you the most, I'm already intoxicated by your kisses. I want more," he whispered, smashing his warm lips to mine again. I gasped at the suddenness of it all while his greedy mouth deepened the kiss, plunging his tongue into every recess of my mouth. The kiss turned wildly possessive as if he was branding me, his tongue playing a duel with mine while his hands possessively moulded me to his body. His mouth left mine and his hot tongue traced my jawline, making me tremble with need.

"You don't know how long I've waited for you," he said, sucking the sensitive point on my neck. This was news for me and it melted my heart completely. I just couldn't believe my ears. Did Jason really wait for me?

"Oh, Jason," I moaned his name as his mouth kissed my throat going down to the neckline of my dress.

The doorbell rang, and I jumped up, quickly getting down from his lap. What if aunt Emily came home with her friend and caught me making out with Jason? She would complain to dad, and he would surely kill me now.

"Relax, it's just the pizza delivery boy," he said, causing my mouth to water and Jason went downstairs chuckling.

"Oh, when did you order?" I asked as I followed him to the kitchen with the pizza boxes.

"While you were busy checking out my room," he said with a smirk, bringing out the plates to serve.

"But how did you know that pizza's my favourite?" I asked him confused as ever.

"Your dad told me," he said as my jaw fell to the floor. Did my dad tell him about me? Why? When?

"Let's eat, the food is getting cold," he said as we sat down on his bed and ate directly from the box. He asked me about my studies, and my ambitions and told me about his own work.

After dinner, he led me down to aunt Emily's house. He opened aunt Emily's door with his own set of keys and kissed me goodnight on my forehead. I watched him walk down to his house with a sense of dejection as if my heart wanted more of him. I came back to my room and curled up to sleep in my bed thinking about all that he said. I was really confused. Why did he say that he waited for me? He never even acknowledged my existence before. Why did my dad discuss me with him, of all people? Dad was very disappointed in me. Why then did he talk to Jason about my likes and dislikes? What was Jason's mission for coming here?

I dozed off to sleep and faintly heard the front door open and close. Maybe, aunt, Emily had returned home.

The next morning I woke up earlier than usual and went down to the kitchen for my coffee, still thinking about Jason and only Jason. I had a crush on him before, but now it seemed that I was obsessed with the guy. I couldn't seem to drive him out of my mind. I loved being in his arms, I could have stayed on his lap forever, and his kisses made me go wild with excitement. It seemed like I lost all control over myself.

I came out of my trance when an arm went around my waist and pulled me into a warm chest, "Thinking about me?" he whispered into my ear, kissing the love bite that he gave me yesterday, happy with the mark that he imprinted on me. My eyes widened realizing that he was here. Was I hallucinating?

"No," I said as my cheeks betrayed me. He chuckled and turned me around and slowly kissed my lips, lingeringly, sucking and savouring it slowly like it was some exotic food.

"Liar, I can read everything in your eyes," he said as he picked me up and sat down on a stool with me on his lap.

"What are you doing Jason? Aunt Emily will come in any minute," I said as I tried to wriggle away.

He groaned, "You're torturing me, Claire. Just sit still else I will not control myself around you," he threatened and I froze. What did he just say? He kissed my neck, his hand moulding me to him as I gasped feeling his hard arousal against me. My cheeks turned pinker.

"Jason, let me get my coffee," I said as he nodded and left me.

Relieved, I rushed to the coffee maker and brought in my coffee. Before I could sit, his hand caught my wrist and brought me back to his lap. We shared the coffee.

"I didn't know that there was some sort of shortage here, shortage of chairs, shortage of coffee?" said aunt Emily chuckling as I escaped his hold, blushing to the roots of my hair.

"Isn't she the cutest?" asked aunt Emily as I stood staring at her with my jaw dropped.

"Absolutely," said Jason, making me blush.

"Aunt Em, tonight's mom and dad's 30th anniversary, so there'll be a grand party. Would you mind if I took Claire as my date?" he asked as my eyes widened realizing that he was asking aunt Emily for permission to take me to see his parents.

"Not at all sweetie, go ahead," said aunt Emily smiling.

"We will stay at my parent's house and return tomorrow. The party will be till late at night," he said and my eyes widened even more. What? Would I stay with him at his parents' house?

"That's okay with me. Enjoy yourselves," said aunt Emily and I was shocked wondering why she didn't object. What would dad say if I went with Jason?

"I-I can't go with you," I stammered hesitantly.

"Why not? I would have asked you," he said with concern.

"No, it's not that. My dad will be there. He will kill me if I went with you," I told him but he just chuckled.

"Your dad wants you to go with me," he said, making my jaws drop. " I have work to take care of now. I'll pick you up at 6pm," he said as he waved and left.

Now I was more confused than ever. How did my dad give me permission to go to the party as Jason's date?